Post by Pyry Frisken on Apr 23, 2012 12:40:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #998899 solid 5px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 200px; border-radius: 200px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=width,440,true] WHO ARE YOU THIS TIME? ARE YOU ONE OF US, FLYING BLIND? CAUSE I'M DOWN HERE THROWING STONES WHILE YOU'RE SO FAR FROM HOME. AND IF THERE IS A GOD, I KNOW THEY'RE ON TV, THE SPIES WITH BEDROOM EYES THAT COWER IN OUR SKIES. tags, |
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❚ SIX YEARS AGO
The ground was covered in a layer of snow and ice. It had been a pretty bad winter that year, and it made everything appear lifeless. This lifelessness carried on through the woods, nothing stirred a branch or snapped a twig. The only living thing that was out and about in such terrible weather was a lone figure trekking through the frozen branches. The elf's hair matched well with the snowy background, it's white color could likely be blinding in direct sunlight. His eyes, a dark purple color in the lack of lighting due to the shade of his blue hat, took in everything around him as he stepped quietly.
Pyry's breath was visible in the frosty air but he didn't seem to mind the cold. He was dressed for warmth with two swords tied to his waist. He had come here to get a Beast. If he got one and returned to challenge the captain with a mighty Beast at his side, surely he would be able to accomplish what he wanted to do. They couldn't turn him away if he was capable of beating him, could they?
If that didn't work, Pyry knew what he would have to do. He clinched a fist at the thought of becoming a dark elf but if this fell through, that would be his only alternative. Living as he was wouldn't be able to sustain him for much longer. His mother was getting too old to draw in customers and he couldn't afford to feed them both when the brothel finally kicked them out.
If he had to join the dark elves to keep his mother safe and keep himself alive, then that would have to do. His mother probably wouldn't forgive him but it was better than starving to death on the street. He wouldn't be able to handle that kind of death. He had been iffy on getting a Beast up until now as well. If he got a Beast, that would be one more mouth to feed, another drag on what little funds he could pull in from manual labor. If he succeeded here though, he would challenge the captain the next time he came face to face with him. That was his only option right now.
Pyry continued to trek through the foot layer of snow, heading for, what a traveler had told him a while back, was the Mystic Pool, where Beasts meet Riders. He came to the pool, mysteriously not frozen over by the cold temperatures. An icy wind blew through the small clearing, Pyry moved his hand to his hat to keep it from being swept away in the cold gust. His eyes closed as he used his other hand as a shield to fend off the wind that grew more intense by the second. When he felt a sharp pain on his cheek, the wind died and he moved his hand to the place of the pain. When he pulled away e saw a single drop of blood there. The wind had actually cut him.
That wasn't right. Something was wrong with that. Pyry rested a hand on the hilt of one of his swords as he began looking around. Would a Beast attack him to see if he was worthy? He took up a fighting stance and waited for some enemy to show it's face.
Instead he heard a giggle. A playfully girly giggle. He could hear it clear as day in his mind. His Beast... was giggling? His eyes traveled over the open area, not seeing any creature anywhere, only blankets of snow and shadows. A movement from his left caught the corner of his eye and there, he saw her. She was laying in the snow, blending in perfectly with the environment. If it hadn't been for her playfully flicking her tail, he would have missed her completely.
Are you my Beast? He thought, feeling odd about it. In response, the creature wagged it's lion like tail. She stood and shook snow from her and that was when Pyry was able to take in the full figure of his Beast. She was bigger than him by a bit, if she stood on her back two legs she would be at least a foot taller than him. Her eyes were an electric blue and her beak was a dark grey color. She had the front legs of a bird, and the back legs of a lion. On her back were white wings with grey and black down feathers.
Pyry's hand didn't leave the hilt of his sword. The creature looked at him with curiosity, her head tilted slightly. That depends, are you my Rider? Pyry's eyes closed slightly in agitation. He took his hand away from the hilt of his sword before bowing in front of the creature.
"I am Pyry Frisken. I would be honored if you were my Beast." He said these words as if he had recited them many times before. The snow white griffon stepped towards him before hitting him on the head with her beak, causing his hat to fall into the snow. Pyry jumped back, glaring at the creature. What was that for?
The griffon simply laughed in reply. If you are my Rider we gotta make you more social. You're such a stick in the mud! She seemed to make a purring sound as she picked up his hat with her beak before stepping forward and placing it at an awkward angle on his head.
She rested her head on the hat, exposing her chest to Pyry. He wondered what this symbolized and she answered him. It's a snow griffons way of saying, I shall trust you with my life. She took her head away and playfully pushed her beak to his chest, he took the hint and laid his hand on her feathery head.
Pyry, I am the snow griffon Celebria. I pledge to be your Beast and stay by your side through the harshest blizzards. May the winds always favor us.
Pyry took in the feel of her feathers as she spoke to him. Her wings fanned out and he took it all in. Celebria, his Beast, his partner and companion. He let a smile cross his face as his breath was still visible. "Celebria, may the winds favor us." She purred in response.
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