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Hey Inktail I'm supposed to be dead, they don't usually put dead gryphons back in the cages.
~Flixen
The ram mix dragged me slowly to the lift off of the areana. I saw in a ledge down bellow, the smothering smoking flames of the charred and burrned bodies of the dead. I saw the guard down there. The one who fell from the sky, now just a burnt mix of farthers, fur, and blood.
Before the ram mix threw me off, he hesiatated. The general was looking at him intently. I wanted to get up. To scream to yell to claw their stupid faces off, but I was stuck in the moment. I wouldnt move, not like I could anyway.
"Can I burn her, sir?" The ram mix asked. My heart sunk.
He hesitated. "Since it was your kill Ill allow it." There was a flitter of wings as he took off, back to the arena.
The ram mix dropped me with a sickening thud. The breath was knocked from me and I struggled to regain it, blood bubbling at my neck. "Look, I know your alive ptarmigan." He growled. "I will let you off this once, you got that? This once I'll let you live.
I struggled to lift a claw as the world spun to darkness.
The last thing I felt was the falcon grab my tail.
~Grhocon
I dragged the ptarmigan away from the burning ruins and death sent of the dead bodies and skulls. I located her ledge at the top if the stones in the air and opened my wings. I grabbed her by the scruff, her tounge lolling out and her eyes half closed, and thrust myself into the air.
I staggered under her weight, dropping bellow the arina. The clouds drifted lazily under it, hiding the city of Royals bellow. I thrust my wings fast and slowly rose back up into the flouting stones of the arena. I finally landed on her small stone space and thrust the body of the gryphon in top. I clipped the chains togeather and locked them with a set of keys that I always have around my neck for the prisoners I have to look after.
I yanked on the chains to make shure they wouldnt give and flew away.
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I'm back!!!! *throws confetti* And sure you can join leeli! Your always welcome:)
Ocelot~
Pacing.
Pacing.
Pacing.
Uurgh, more stupid pacing.
I ground my claws into the stone floor, choking down the urge to scream.
I was trapped. Caught. Caged like some mindless beast in a dungeon. A "royal" dungeon no less.
Not that it was any different from being displayed on a pillar.
I pressed against the chains at my side, trying for the ten thousandth time to test if they were capabable of keeping me in.
~Sorry its so short I'm reeeally tired, but I promise to write more in the morn!
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Yay! Thanks so so so much! I'll make the sheet later.
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I battle Osira now. I can see the guard coming toward me.
"The Unsinkable Demarcus," he says, trying and failing to keep the admiration out of his voice-he's a younger guard. He unlocks my cage door and leads me out. I notice he's trying to be gentle to me, and send a silent token of my thanks-a loose feather set on his back. He'll probably scream when he sees what's on his haunches. At least that's what they do when I come out on the arena. Speaking of the arena, I'm there now. Osira is already at the gate, being shepherded by a tough-looking ram-headed gryphon. Osira is led out first, to a polite smattering of applause from some of the Royals who have more sympathy for us prisoners. Then I'm led out, and everyone cheers-even King Scorching. We are put into position and the bugle that starts evey battle is blown, making its sharp tara-tara-tara-taaaaa!
And I begin fighting Osira, still having no idea as how to help the both of us.
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Name: Irra
Rebel/Royal: Rebel
Appearance: White tiger body, head of a raven, about the size of a tiger
Personality: dark, doesn't realy like anyone, sarcastic, will fight for what she believes in.
Location: Hiding near the arena, trying to save other rebels.
Strengths: Flying, fighting
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~Grhocon
I heared a egal headed Jackal into the arena. I didn't bother with names, they were all just pig-headed cows to me. Except…
I thrust the Jackal mix into the arena. "Unsinkable." I reminded her with a glint in my eyes before closing the gate. It locked from the outside with a clink.
"King Scorching is going to love this match…" I crooned to myself.
I looked down at the green ooze dripping from my talons. Then at the cut a long the Jackal mix's side. It wasn't deep, but deep enough. On her talons were also more of the green ooze, a fight to the death.
King Scorching will be pleased.
I crooned to myself as the battle begun, and scratches and yowls echoed from the arena.
I banged my talons against the cages who held the gryphons that were to go next today, the green ooze slowly leaking and glopping off into their water dishes. "King Scorching will be so very pleased." I crooned again as I opened my wings and took off to circle back and watch the fight. I would interfere if I had too, with more of that plain in talon.
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Irra~
Cages, cages, and more cages. I used to be in a cage, but they underestimate my ability. I'm more than a caged monster. And I'm gonna show those royals that they can't just take innocent gryphons and kill them off like dead flies for their own enjoyment. I few gryphons gasp at the sight of me creeping through the shadows. "I'm here to get you out." I whisper-hiss at them in my gruff tone. Here goes nothin'.
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My apologies for not posting for such a long time. Is there anyone in this RP that's not captured???
Veterra~
Today I'm hunting closer to the Royal's land than I normally do. But food is scarce, and we're getting desperate. For once in my life, I have good, plump prey in my sight, but it is scared away, to my annoyance, by a gryphon sprinting into the clearing. I hiss in annoyance, straightening form my hunter's crouch in the bushes. The other gryphon stops and stares fearfully. Right. I forgot that I have the looks of a Royal. "Don't run!" I call out. "Please!" I take a few steps closer. The gryphon takes a step back, "Why shouldn't I run from the very same people that captured me and forced me to fight? Why shouldn't I run from the very same people that I've just barely escaped from?!" the gryphons voice rises with every word.
"Because I'm a rebel. I was disowned by my Royal parents as a child," I say softly.
"Prove it," the gryphon hisses, just as a few others burst into the clearing. I turn and lift my wing, revealing the strange, crescent moon shaped scar that I was born with. The escaped gryphons, as I believe they are, based on their appearances, collectively gasp.
"I am a Rebel, for Cress," I raise my voice, but not much, "I can take ou all to safety, but you must prove your loyalty before I can reveal the secret location of our camp."
The gryphons all become alert, awaiting what must be done. "We need food. As much as possible. If you can each bring back a piece of prey from each region of the forest, and meet me back here by sun high in two days, you shall be admitted."
Someone scoffs. "How does that prove our loyalty?"
I smile in return, "You'll soon figure that out. Now, allow me to assign you into pairs, and give you each the type of prey you must bring back." What these gryphons don't know is that one of the pieces of prey I'll ask for will require going dangerously close to the Royals again in order to achieve it. If they are willing to do it, they will have proven themselves loyal. I myself plan to watch them, but I move like a shadow, so they will not know it.
After I've organised and assigned each pair their specific piece of prey, I raise my wings, "You quest. Shall begin…. Now!" I call out. Everyone scatters quickly, some grumbling. I feel guilty for doing this to them, but the Rebels cannot risk giving away any information to complete strangers. With a sigh, I head back to camp to report the encounter.
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Osira~
Green. There is nothing but green.
And-life?
What is that?
Another gryphon.
What is that noise?
I must kill it. Kill it. Too bright.
The red-lined shape of Demarcus (who is that? Kill it) lunges to pin me.
I dodge easily. He looks surprised.
Kill IT.
I snarl and land on his back, tearing his wings with my beak, before leaping off. The crowd roars.
I lunge at his throat. He dodges, but I rake scars along his back.
mAke hIM bLeED
I grab his throat in my claws and choke, choke, hear the wind ooze from his lungs…
What am I doing?
Oh-oh no, no, no-
Demarcus gasps. I release him, and he inhales. He looks at me in horror.
"Mark, I didn't mean to, it was-"
He lunges.