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Thellany Gryphons RP
So...uh..I'm kind of new here? But I think I've figured out how it works. I've been working on this idea for a bit, and you can tell me if you don't like it (Maybe I'm just saying this because I've been on sites a lot harsher than this.) ANYWAY here's my idea.
Thellany is a large island hidden from the world. Little is known about anything surrounding it, as in what it looks like, or if anything may live there. But whatever might be out there, is millions of miles away, with nothing in between but open sea. Many, many wingbeats away, too far for even a gryphon of Wind Grasses. But here, we have Thellany. The "paradise" of gryphons, untouched by anything else. They've formed their own society. They've reproduced. And they're split into sevev regions. Yencira, Plains of Mist, Prism Gardens, Fawn Forest, Dampure, Wind Grasses, and Clifitt.
Yencira is the center of Thellany, home to the most majestic, bright creatures you'll ever see. Gryphons from this region tend to think of themselves as superior to others. With their huge golden feathers, razor-sharp claws, and ear-piercing voice, how could they not be? Their eyes bring a new meaning to the phrase, "if looks could kill". Some have glares, so intense, it could kill a gryphon.They take the place of "leader" in Thellany, though some do not like that, such as the gryphons of Plains of Mist. Long ago, this silvery species confronted the "capital", but the Yencira gryphons had to do no more that slash their talos a few times to defeat them. The Plains of Mist gryphons retreated back into the fog, cutting themselves off from the rest of the world. The gryphons of Yencira used this as an example to why nobody should ever try to betray them.
This brings me to the Plains of Mist gryphons. Their eyes are large and a blue so pale, it's almost pure white. Their fur is in colors ranging from deep gray to snow white, and their feathers are bright silver. Of course, not all maintain this silvery sheen. If a gryphon from the Plains of Mist accidently shares a piece of information with somebody else, it's all over for them. They may get by with only their claws blunted and tail cut off, but even that's a fate nobody wants to suffer, so nobody crosses into the neighboring regions. Like, ever.
The Prism Gardens. Home to the most vast abundance of plants anybody has ever seen. Poison, healing, dyes, strength (that one is off-limits since the battle of Yencira and Plains of Mist). And of course, somebody reliable needs to be there to manage the place. the Prism Gardens gryphons. With their long, silky fur and brightly colored feathers, they're hard to miss. Their thin, rainbow-tufted tails, their soft, light paws, these are by far the most pleasing to the eye. They are yet to engage in any sort of combat, as the rest of the regions know, should they anger a Prism Gardens gryphon, that one will have an entire supply of deadly plants at their disposal.
Fawn Forest could be seen as what storybooks call a "dark forest". As the name suggests, gryphons from this area bear a striking similarity to deer. Tan feathers, pale brown fur with black spots, white-tipped tails...one could even call them harmless. But beware - their wings make no noise, and their eyes, their wide, round golden eyes will hypnotize. They'll be on you before you can blink - but when they have you in their gaze, trust me, you won't blink. Gryphons of this type don't speak much, they're probably the closest to nature out of all, bypassing even the gryphons of Wind Grasses. They border the Bay of Abundance, so why would they ever need to leave?
Now, Wind Grasses. Hidden by their tall grass, taller than a full-grown gryphon standing on its hind legs, these gryphons are suprisingly bubbly. They are the primary fliers of Thellany, nobody else even comes close. They learn to fly at a young age, and will be zipping through the grass before they're two months old. Their chestnut feathers are highlighted with asparagus green, and their fur is the color of the darkest wood in Fawn Forest. Their paws make no sound in grass, which makes up most of Thellany, save for Clifitt (rock) and Dampure (sand). Because of these advantages, they can travel around the country pretty much undetected, but are still unable to leave the island.
Dampure gryphons could be thought of as "the water gryphons" solely because of their environment. That would not be incorrect. Their region is entirely covered with sand, but not that of a desert. It's the sand of a beach, a beach that lets out into the Ocean of Shame. It was named this way by the "govenment" in Yencira, as gryphons of Dampure are seen as "lowborns". Their bird part bears unfortunate similarities to seagulls, at least, aside from the color, which is blue or seafoam green. Their wings are weak and bent, and their talons are small and naturally blunt. Their robins-egg-blue eyes are swamped with sadness, and their sleek black-and-teal fur droops with wetness. They are regarded as the lowest of the gryphons.
Clifitt is, as the name implies, a rocky region made up of cliffs and vallies. Gryphons from this area make some of the best fighters in all of Thellany, second only to some Yencira gryphons. They've been roughing it their entire lives, so they're generally pretty rough themselves. Their talons are like chisels, their wings are jagged, and their tails are a common means of attack. Their personalities are generally fiery and many times harsh, as this is all they've ever been taught. They're usually the color of rust, speckled with orange or burnt brown.
These are the gryphons of Thellany. But recently, certain gryphons are learning things they shouln't know. Secrets are being revealed that shouldn't have been there in the first place. Yencira gains a tighter hold on the world, meaning they can close in on the Plain of Mist and figure out exactly what they've been hiding. Society is crumbling, and there's nowhere anybody can go. Somebody has to find a way to both uncover the truth, and protect the secrets. Who will it be?
So..yeah...
Name:
Gender:
Age/Age Group: (preferably not adult)
Region:
Appearance:
Personality:
Extra:(abilities, disabilities)
Here's mine!
Name: Blyrr
Gender: Female
Age/Age Group: Adolescent
Region: Fawn Forest
Appearance: Snow-white feathers, tan fur with small black speckles, yellow-green eyes, upturned black beak
Personality: All her life she's been taught to be quiet, but she has so many ideas bubbling in her head that she just wants to yell about. For gryphons of Fawn Forest, the designated times to speak are few and rare. Sometimes, the silence of it all is enough to drive her insane. That isn't to say she'd be a total chatterbox talking to a gryphon of another region. She'd hardly have any idea what to say.
Extra: Her wings are surprisingly loud, which she's been reprimanded for all her life, because how are you going to sneak up on someone when you can't fly silently? On the bright side, she is one of the most important hunters in her small village, so she's not entirely worthless.
So...I guess...begin?
submitted by Cryyptic, age 11, Thellany
(September 17, 2016 - 6:43 pm)
(September 17, 2016 - 6:43 pm)
I command this thread to top!
(September 22, 2016 - 7:23 am)
Um, anyone gonna start this thing? *everyone turns and stares at me* WHAT? *stares more* Listen, I am NOT good at starting a thread *stares more* Wha- com- wel- ...... *sigh* Fine. I'll post as soon as I have an idea. And my brain is devoid of ideas right now. *Smiles innocently* So, I guess I can't post right now! *Nervous giggle* So, um, bye!
I don't think that's going to work.
Well at least I tried.
Uhuh. Sure.
I did!
I said sure.
Definition of sure: 1.) okay, alright, agreed
2.) sarcastic reply meaning "wow you're an idiot, you didn't at all."
That is not in the dictionary
Sure it is! I mean, 1st definition sure. No, I mean 2nd, no, third, I mean..... well there should be a third.
But there isn't.
Tell that to the dictionary
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I WILL post, that part's true, and it's also true that I don't have any ideas right now. Maybe she's at a meeting? But not as a full-fledged council member? Hold on please, that's an idea.
(September 22, 2016 - 2:40 pm)
I am in a similar pedicament. I am very bad at starting things, but I'm good at continueing stuff if someone gives me something to go off of.
(September 22, 2016 - 5:19 pm)
*raises hand* "i volenteer as tribute!"
ya Ill start. Here we go.....
also Im not using a name or a type because I need someone to play this part. If anyone wants to volenteer.....
~Incolence
I step cautiously through the mist. More cautious then a normal Mist gryphon, which by the way you can't even hear us in that moment of silents in those horror plays before the Yencira jumps out and kills everything. We move like the mist. Fly like the mist. Are wings dont even move the mist with air currents when we fly through.
Oh. Off topic. Why Im here? Because Im trying to sneek away from my tribe. Why? Well, we met a few weeks ago, under a misty full moon.....
I was hunting my usual frog or owl or vole when a rustle from the bushes caught my attention. I snapped my head quickly in that direction, my feathery ears pricked and listening. I was still in a hunters crouch though, or a pouncing crouch if it got to that.
I heard the faint noise of breathing, watching, eyes staring into my sole. Clearly whoever it was had never seen a gryphon before. With my big, shinny white eyes and deep red puiples, almost frost-looking tipped feathers, and long, sharp twilight claws, clearly they had a reason to be amazed.
Or even better, afraid.
I dont think they've seen me looking at them yet, because the breathing is still the same. Quite. Deep. Not shallow and scared.
I open my wings to reagust in a more comfortable position, showing off my beautiful wings. My friends say that they're the beautifullest in all the tribe, and thats they wished theirs looked like mine.
I slowly started creeping in that direction, pretending that I had a prey sent.
Oh, cheif will be so pleased when I bring the dead gryphon back. If its a Yarcira he may even let me join the hunting flock.
I was getting closer. I heard the gryphon shuffle its talons on the crispy twigs underfoot, dence and wet with all the mist. Then I heard his wings fly open and his talons lift. I streightened, opened my wings, and swooped after him.
He wasnt used to flying in the mist and I could tell he couldnt navigate well. But I was ussed to the strange wind patterns and all the mist, which my big eyes help me see through.
He dived, deciding he would do better on land. That was clearly a bad decision.
I attacked him from above, landing squarly on his shoulders. My talons dug in deep and I could feal his warm blood pulsing against my talons.
He colapsed, gasping from his escape attempt. He was a _______ and his cloring was nothing like ive ever seen before. I was hypmotized. Amazed. He glanced up at me. "Wow Ive never been this close to one of your kind before.....or even seen one. I was expecting gaint evil gryphons with big, black wings and compleatly red eyes, but you....." He trailed off. And I blushed. For the fist time ever.
I got off him and he stood up to look me up and down. He didn't flee. "Meet me at the border. Tomorrow. When the moon is at its peak." I surprised myself with the words. But I couldnt take them back. And my head or whatever was telling me that this was right, or else I wouldnt of said it at all.
"See you then."
(September 22, 2016 - 10:57 pm)
THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!!!!!!! I've been meaning to join for a few days, but I haven't gotten the time. On the bright side, I totally have a charrie ready.
Name: Emberfrost
Age: Youngish adolescent.
Gender: Female
Region: It changes. Right now, she's in Cliffit territory.
Appearence: She's a hybrid of a Yencira gryphon and a Plains of Mist gryphon. She has pure, silvery, snowy white fur and feathers. Like small sparks, or embers, she has red leopard spots on her fur, exactly the color of a blazing fire. The same reddish orange stripes her wings, and small dots of it are on her head feathers and wings. Her eyes are a light, icy blue, and are specked with firey red. She's not very large for her size, but her fur is long and silky.
Personality: She is firey and passionate at times, but she presents a cold, veiled front to the world. She is not very trusting.
Extra: When she was born, she was cast out by the Yencira gryphons, becuase she was considered "inferior" She now wanders the territories, trying to find a place to fit in. She hasn't found it yet.
Clouded, could she meet Clawface, and become friends with him? (And maybe, at some point, develop a crush on hi?) They would be able to relate to each other, because they are both outcasts, and feel rather friendless and alone.
(September 23, 2016 - 7:28 pm)
Yeah, sure! I think the two personalities would fit together pretty well. At the moment Clawface is in a sort of griffin jail (like a closed-off area so he can't get out). Maybe Emberfrost could come into the Cliffit village by mistake and Clawface convinces her to get him out so he can help her escape?
(September 24, 2016 - 8:18 am)
Clawface
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Gravel dust drifted over my claws as I scraped them along the ground, mumbling quietly. A sudden noise from somewhere behind me startled me, and I jumped up, fur bristling. A griffin with dark russet feathers and fur strolled into the jailroom, a dead rabbit in his beak. He smiled smugly as he tossed it in. I tried not to rush, but I was starving. Just as I was about to snap it up, he pierced it with his claw, holding it in place.
"Not so fast, Clawface," he hissed, his red-yellow eyes glittering.
"Give me the rabbit, Redstone," I snarled, my claws leaving gashes in the stone, along with many others. Redstone smirked and began pulling it back towards him. Something snapped and I lunged at him, screeching. I just missed his claw as he hastily retreated from the cage, but I still clawed at the bars, my wings flaring. Redstone cackled and flicked his tail at my beak as he walked out calmly, even though I was still thrashing at the bars.
"Keep in the darkness," he growled. "It's where you belong." With, that, he closed the opening and sank me back into darkness. Rage consumed my mind and I tore at the rabbit, voraciously ripping the flesh. I rested my head on my now bloodstained claws, my anger subsiding slightly. Even after all these cycles I hate being trapped inside the suffocating darkness. I closed my eyes and began to talk again, the incoherent words soothing.
But then, for the second time, a grating sound from the opening alerted me, and I jumped up, claws out, expecting the arrogant face of Redstone. Instead, from what I could see, it was a silky white griffin with reddish spots along her back. She looked shocked to see me there, and flinched back as I slammd my bulk against the bars, snarling. "What are you?" I asked roughly. She looked slightly confused.
"What am I?" she repeated. "I'm a Yencira-Mist, obviously." Then she covered her beak, looking angry at mentioning it. A what? I thought. Yencira? MIST? What the claws is that?
Despite not wanting to speak, I said, "Um, Yen-what?" She raised an eyebrow, looking even more suspicious.
"Who are YOU, who doesn't know what a Yencira is?" I looked away, still furious. Who was she, to come in here and question me. But I decided to answer. Maybe, just maybe...
"I'm Sheet," I growled, deciding to use that name even though Clawface fitted me better now. SHe'd learne eventually anyways. "And I live here."
"Here?" she asked skeptically. "You actually live in here?"
"Yes," I said, maybe a little too loudly. "I always have, and I always will!" With this last bark of anger I slashed at the ground, leaving deep scores. She opened her beak to say something, but there were shouts from outside that interrupted her. Guards! I thought in panic. They'll kill anyone who comes in here. But if I-- As the shouts grew louder and nearer to my dark room, I knew I'd only have one chance.
"Listen, Yenciri-whatever. Guards are coming. If you want to get out of here alive, free me and I'll help you fight out. Please, just--let me OUT!"
(September 24, 2016 - 8:35 pm)
(September 24, 2016 - 10:27 pm)
Hey, sorry I didn't post yesterday. I had actually written something, just before bedtime, when my stupid browser randomly logged out and I lost it all. RRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG.
Ok, that's done. Here's Emberfrost!
Emberfrost~
The storm winds blow, pelting rain at my feathers, and soaking my fur. I flap my wings extra hard, determined to land on the mountain that is only a quarter of a mile away. You can do this. Just..... A little..... Farther. Putting on an extra burst of speed, I land on the mountain, and rush into a rocky cave. Then, I curl up into a ball, and fall asleep.
When I wake up, I hear voices. I lift my head slightly, and see several burly, tough looking gryphons coming in from the rain. Panicked, I slip away farther into the cave. Then, I hear footsteps coming towards me from the other direction. Pressing against a wall, I watch a gryphon with russet fur and feathers walk past, beak and claws bloody. I shiver, wishing that my gleaming pelt would blend in better with the wall. Then, once the bloody gryphon passes by, I go farther into the cave.
A few minutes later, I come across a metal door. Curios, I walk up to it, and look inside. On the floor, muttering to himself, is a gryphon with red feather, striped with dark brown, a gold beak, and tan fur crisscrossed with scars. He sees me, and slams himself against the bars. His eyes, like raw amber, are intense and blazing. I back up, surprised, and the gryphon asks "Who are you?" In a rough voice. Oh, great, he has to bring that up. As if I don't get enough weird looks and insults already. My voice, intended to be scornful and annoyed, comes out sounding squeaky and confused. "What am I? I'm a Yenicira Mist, obviously." Wait, why did I just say that? I clamp a claw over my beak. Seriously? Why am I spurting information to a total stranger? Then, to my surprise, the gryphons asks "Um, Yen-what?" I raise an eyebrow. So he wasn't trying to be insulting. He really doesn't know. "Who are you, who doesn't know what a Yencira is?" The gryphon looks away, anger burning in his amber eyes. "I'm Sheet" he growls. "And I live here." Here? In this dump? Never being able to fly? Or see the sky? No wonder he doesn't know what a Yencira is! "Here?" I say, in blatant disbelief. "You actually live here?" "Yes, here." He says loudly, and scratches the ground. "I always have, and I always will." I open my beak, to ask why, when shouts come from outside. Panic flares in Sheet's eyes, and he says "Listen, Yencira-whatever. Guards are coming. If you want to get out of here alive, free me, and I'll help you fight out. Please, just-- let me OUT!"
Ok. So, the options right now are a: Let this rather scary gryphon out to help kill the guards or b: get attacked by said guards. I turn to Sheet. "Before I let you out, I need to know one thing. Why are you in here?" Sheet fixes me with an intense stare. "Becuase I'm different" we make eye contact for a split second, and I know he's telling the truth. I begin to work at the lock, just as several guards burst into the room.
(September 25, 2016 - 4:15 pm)
Myrra~
The gryphons of the Plains of Mist did not often venture outside of their home.
The Cliffit gryphons gaped at the pale gryphon that walked their crags, silent and grave as the fog itself. Rumor had it that she was there to examine the Cliffit prisoners. No one was sure why.
In truth? Myrra was there on a far more delicate mission.
The armory was in the cliffs near the prison. SHe had managed to glance inside, wary of the eyes upon her, and was relieved to see that they hid no weapons from the other tribes.
She did not expect to be caught up in a prison escape.
There was a shouting across the Cliffit camp she flew through. A Cliffit prisoner burst from a prison, followed by a-Yencira Mist? Myrra looked in fascination at the hybrid, her heart twinging for the poor thing under her emotionless face.
"Protect the Mist-" Cliffit guards whirled to protect the ambassador, but she was already in the air, whirling about the scene.
The Cliffit prisoner and Yencira-Mist escaped-with Myrra following silently behind.
(September 25, 2016 - 8:34 pm)
Someone else can write too, but I'll continue this scene for now...
Clawface
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Just as she sets her claws on the lock to my darkroom, the guards burst in, feathers bristling, tails lashing. One of them launches at the... Yencira-Mist, setting his claws into her white-and-red speckles feathers. Luckily, she's damaged the lock enough for me to scratch it off as she holds out (surprisingly well) against the guard. When he sees the lock drop to the floor, he scrambles backwards, eyes wide and terrified, and shouts, "He's out!" to his comrades. I smash the door aside, a burning rage filling my mind, and hurl myself at the nearest guard, beak snapping and claws out. At this point, all I can think about is the fact that they have been the ones imprisoning me for years just because I was stronger than all the rest. All I can hear is flesh ripping and the squealing of frightened griffins.
Maybe some died that day. I have no idea. I barged out into a thunderstorm, with cold, wet rain falling onto me. I'm just a whirl of attacking as I fight my way through the griffins in the village, trying to make my way towards some other place. But the rain is falling fast and hard in my eyes, and I honestly have no idea where I'm going. I haven't seen daylight or the outside world in so long I've no idea where to head. The I see the Yencira-Mist dart ahead of me, whipping around guards and kicking them out of the way as she heads for a rocky outcrop of mountains, springing into the air with a sweep of her silvery wings. I have nowhere else to go at this point, so I slash at one more griffin's eye and attempt to follow her.
The first time I spread my wings and jump into the air, I nearly plummet from the sky. I forgot how long it had been since I had properly had the chance to fly. I can barely struggle along as the rain lashes at my feathers. I can hear the sound of griffins following me, but I know I can't fight in the air. I stretch out my wings to their full capacity and bank sharply to the side, my muscles stretching with the effort. I spot an edgy and narrow cut-out chunk in the mountainside and head for it, diving in. I duly use my claws and my wings to scrabble along the skinny path, eventually losing them behind me. When I finally make it out on the other side, I see the Yencira-Mist vanish into the cave. Though I'm still not entirely willing to sleep in the same cave as a stranger, it's not like I have much choice now. I slink in, shaking out my rain-slicked feathers, and prowl to the side of the cave opposite hers, making sure she can hear my sharp claws clicking on the cave floor.
I flop down, completely exhausted. But just as I do, a question rises to my mind. "Hey, do you have a name other than Yencira-Mist?" I ask, my voice loud and awkward in the quiet cavern. I get no response for several minutes, then I hear an annoyed, "Emberfrost." After that it's quiet again. Emberfrost, I think, feeling myself being dragged into sleep. It sounds... sounds like... But before I can remember the word, I'm fast asleep.
(September 25, 2016 - 8:38 pm)
(September 26, 2016 - 9:05 pm)
Hey does any male character want 2 b the one I meat in the forest? Because most of you haven't posted yet ..
(September 26, 2016 - 9:41 pm)
I plan to post soon, I'm just trying to find an opening.
(September 27, 2016 - 7:07 am)
Sorry I havnt been postin' my life has gotten magourly busy. :P and my charrie isn't exactly a boy...
Frryl~
I pressed a dozen bludgyberries into my palm, entranced in their haunting perfume. I could sense the slightest wisp of honey, a thick syrupy smell like the sap from a burrow tree. I pressed them between my talons, their shells immediately bursting from their huge amount of juices.
I carefully slipped the liquids into a cylindrical vial, corking the top before placing it into my satchel.
The sky had began to relieve itself of a few droplets, casting a stormy aura around the forest.
Have to leave!!!!!! B-day stuff!!!!! Woo HOO!!!!!!!
(September 27, 2016 - 8:03 am)