Thellany Gryphons RP

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Thellany Gryphons RP

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)
Sorry I haven't posted in a bit! Clouded, hope this is ok with you, and that I didn't control Clawface too much.  
Emberfrost~
I wake up early, sneak out of the cave, and go hunting. While I hunt, I think. Hard. 
When I come back, bearing a mountain goat in my talons, Sheet is already up. I throw the goat down. "Eat." He looks at me, skeptically. "There isn't a claw mark on this thing, you're not bloody, and you don't look like you're an experienced hunter. How did you catch this thing? Mountain goats are light on their feet, and hard to track down. I heard the guards taking about it." I shrug. "I'm part Yencira. I can paralyze animals..... Just not gryphons." Sheet starts to eat, then pauses. "You've eaten, right?" "Yeah. Dig in." Sheet wastes no more words, and begins eating ravenously. While he eats, I begin to speak. "So, Sheet....." Sheet pauses, swallows, and says "Clawface. My real name is Clawface." I nod. "Ok, sure. Can I call you Claw? Your face is fine." He pauses mid-bite, gives me a funny look, then says "I don't think so, about the face, but sure. If you want." I feel heat rising to my face, but I banish it and keep talking. "So, Claw, I'm not going to just leave you here. There's guards everywhere....." Claw cuts me off. "I can handle those on my own." I wince, remembering the bloody scene of last night. "Yeah, no kidding. But at a certain point, you can't fight everyone. So that's why I was thinking..... You could come with me? I've been all over; I could show you the sights, the gryphons, the beautiful views..... I could show you the world. Well, the places that I'm not chased out of, anyways." (*cue Aladdin singing on magic carpet* IIIIIIII can show you the worrrrrrrrld). Claw, who has just finished ripping apart the poor, unsuspecting goat (aka, prey) looks at me with his raw, amber eyes. I desperately hope he'll say yes, because being alone is......well....lonely. 
submitted by Autumn Leaves, age 13, Flying over Thellany
(September 27, 2016 - 7:00 pm)

Clawface

~~

I hesitate, not wanting to answer straightaway. I hadn't really considered what would happen now that I was free from the prison... but I really couldn't go back. That was impossible at this point. i'd probably have worse things done to me than just being a captive. I look up at Emberfrost, the goat red and raw beneath my claws, and look her directly in the eyes. 

Do I trust her? I just met her, after all. Do I think I'll survive? I'll definitely have to learn how to fly, to hunt, to know any type of griffin again...

Do I trust myself to not kill her?

It takes me a second to speak, but in that time I've fully thrown myself behind my decision.

"Yes," I say, getting to my feet. "I can't exactly go back to Cliffit now. So, yes, I'll join you." Secretly, a more primal part of me is screaming in joy at being with a griffin who doesn't want to taunt or kill me. Emberfrost tosses her head, looking like she knew I'd say that all along. 

"Well, great then," she said, turning towards the exit of the cavern. "I would suggest we get out of Cliffit territory, because the guards will probably be roaming around and looking for you." She gestures out with her tail, and I follow, squinting in the bright morning sunlight. Emberfrost looks back at me quickly, then rolls her shoulders and jumps into the air, spiraling upwards. I swallow, suddenly uneasy, and try to copy her, almost immediately losing my balance. Struggling up, it takes me a few minutes to reach her level, and by then I'm straining myself.

"Um..." says Emberfrost, looking at me suspiciously. "You... can fly, right?"

"YES. I CAN DEFINITELY FLY," I say firmly, dropping several feet. 

"Right," says Emberfrost, still looking skeptic. I breathe and try to copy her wing movements as she looks away, adjusting the flapping. "Well, I think we should head for the Prism Garden. There's a lot of places to hide there, and it's a much better place than Dampure."

"Oh, yeah. Dampure, right," I repeat, trying to commit the names to memory. So Dampure is bad, and the Prism Gardens are good. I think? Emberfrost shot off for somewhere to the east, and I followed in her tracks, eventually finding an airstream. 

Part of me feels good and excited about this. I mean, it's finally someone who isn't a Cliffit guard. But... the other part of me is still worrying about what would happen if she ever makes me mad.  

 

 

submitted by Clouded Leopard
(September 28, 2016 - 11:53 am)

OmK!!!!!! 

Happy birth day to you

Happy birth day to you

Happy birthday dear Windswift....

Happy birth day to you!!!!!!!

HAPPY AMAZING FUN BIRTHDAY I HOPE IT WAS A GOOD ONE AND YOU HAD FUN!!!!!!! :D

Omk that sounded like something I would write in a birthday card.

anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 

submitted by Claaws
(September 27, 2016 - 10:38 pm)

Thank you!!!!! :-D  

submitted by Windswift
(September 28, 2016 - 7:36 am)
submitted by Top pity
(September 29, 2016 - 7:08 am)
submitted by Top, please!
(September 29, 2016 - 2:17 pm)

Eep, sorry I haven't been posting on this. C'mon, thread, stay aliiiive.

Emberfrost~

The wind whips through my feathers and ruffles my fur as I fly alongside Claw. I fly in front of him, creating a nice tailwind that will be easy to fly through. Obviously, he doesn't know it, or his pride would not allow him to continue flying behind me.

As we fly, we talk. Well, ok, mostly I talk. I don't know what it is about Claw, but his fire seems to instantly melt away my icy exterior, and make me want to be friendly and kind. I tell him everything I know about the marvelous world of Thellany, about the gryphons and the places and the history. "We're heading to Prism Gardens right now because the winds are easier." I exlplain. "Dampure territory is experiencing hurricanes right now, so we're not heading there. You'd like them, I think. They're like us, rejected. Outcasts." I sigh. 

Being a hybrid is hard. You get strange looks, rude comments, and unkind behavior. Nobody is willing to show kindness to a hybrid. The Yenciras are the greates example. They literally execute hybrids.

I turn to Claw. "So, where do you want to go first? We could explore the Waterdrop rivers. Or tour the gardens. The Prism Garden gryphons and the Dampure gryphons are the only breeds that are kind to gryphons who are....... different. So we'll be safe there."

I hope. Things are changing. Recently, the Prism Garden gryphons have become tight-lipped, suspicious, and hostile. They're hiding something. And I'm determined to find out what.  

submitted by Autumn Leaves, age 13, Floating on the breeze
(September 30, 2016 - 7:27 pm)

Clawface

~~

The fire flickers in front of me and dances over my feathers with a hollow orange light as Emberfrost and I sit around it. She's doing most of the talking, honestly, but I do manage to get a word in here and there. Mostly, I'm just trying to absorb all the information being tossed at me. It's more than I have ever had to learn in my entire life, with new species and old wars and present-day griffins. 

I also have to re-learn how to fly, my to my chagrin. It's rather embarassing to be taught how to do something every griffin is born with, simply because I hadn't had the space or light to practice in for many, many years. Hunting doesn't come easily, either. I missed about four catches on the first day. I suppose fighting will be the thing I'm always best at.

Emberfrost is telling me about Dampure griffins by the time the fire flickers down to glowing coals, and it's getting too dark to see. "I think we should call it in for the night," she says, dousing the coals with a claw. "Tomorrow, we'll finally reach the Prism Gardens!"

"I expect them to be as amazing as you say," I replied, smiling. Somehow, it just felt so easy to talk to Emberfrost. It wasn't behind bars, in suffocating darkness, and, most of all, she understood what it felt like to be cast out and shunned for simply being the way you are.

Speaking of which...

I waited until he could hear Emberfrost's quiet breathing and see her chest rising and falling, then I silently stood up and moved to a tree far enough away that no one could hear me. Approaching the young dogwood, I blanked off any conscious parts of my mind and let the Id take over. I simply released all my pent-up fury onto the bark. When I wavered back into a conscious mind, deep and ragged scores criss-crossed the tree, and shattered branches were scattered over the ground. I was panting hard, but I'd been able to let everything out. As I made my way back to the campsite, jumbled thoughts ran through my mind. 

Before escaping with Emberfrost, I had never cared once about who I hurt or how much I injured them. Because of this, I could barely control myself when anything made me angry. But with her... it seemed strange to say this when I had barely known her for a few days, but I didn't want to hurt her. The extrenal part of me still wasn't great with feelings, but at least I hadn't given her scars to match my own yet.

I flopped down beside the charred sticks of the fire, exhausted. I hope she didn't hear me... I thought, noting that her breathing sounded more forceful. I would hate for her to discover... the.... tree... With that last thought I sunk into a deep sleep.  

submitted by Clouded Leopard
(October 3, 2016 - 11:18 am)

Top! 

submitted by Autumn Topper! , age 13, Floating on the top
(October 2, 2016 - 12:05 pm)
submitted by Top pity!
(October 4, 2016 - 7:05 am)

C'mon, thread, I refuse to let you die!

submitted by Frantically topping!
(October 5, 2016 - 11:08 am)