Post by Shy on Jan 3, 2022 15:02:08 GMT
They Call me the Demon of the Skies Female Night Hippogryph
Name: Oblivion
Mindspeech: Italics #550363
Demon of the Skies once had built up a reputation for herself. Many knew her moniker, the mighty Hippogryph warrior-arcanist who fought without mercy, without giving or seeking quarter, who could bring terrible and great power to bear against her foes. One who faced all who challenged her with a bold, arrogant, confident gleam in her eyes and a careless laugh before she crushed them. In the last major campaign she participated in her allies gave her fearful respect and her enemies just plain fear when she alighted onto the battlefield. Even around companions she was known for being blunt and forward. The term 'sugar coat' was as foreign to her as swimming in the ocean. For example if she had a rival for a mate she would likely tell said rival that they'd better be prepared for a fight or to simply give up while they could, or if someone was being an idiot she'd be certain to let them know. Saying anything else was pointless and a waste of time. She never really called anyone a friend, and was content with that.
And in the end of said campaign, a stalemate was forced as she, along with many participants, were sealed away in deep, some thought eternal, sleep.
But now Demon of the Skies has awoken in a world that does not remember her or the battles she waged, save for an odd half-familiarity displayed by Travel with You, the Angel Familiar which for her part Demon of the Skies hardly cares about aside from some smirking amusement at the other's expense. Cities have vanished and a new world order has taken power, one with dragonriders and weyrs. She has something not a lot of people get: a chance to start anew. While this won't change her personality a bit it does pose some interesting possibilities. The question is which shall you help guide her to?
As all Night Hippogryph Demon of the Skies is a painfully-thin creature of black pelt, black hairs, and black feathers. But notably she is of the rare Night Clan who was born with red markings that identified her as a warrior from the start. In her case her mane and tail are streaked by red locks and a bold, wide band of red feathers in the middle of her wings. Her hooves are also solid red as if she's stepped in fire. By contrast her eyes are honey gold, quite striking and, when she wants to be, intimidating.
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An Elegant Blossom East Hippogryph
Name: Brooklet
Mindspeech: Italics #ca99f4
Long ago, in another place, there was a young woman. She was both incredibly beautiful and gentle, kind to all and with a heart of gold. Everyone in her village loved her and said she was as beautiful as the moon that inspired her name.
Then one day when she was walking in the forest she found a man laying injured in the grass. His clothes marked him as a foreigner, and he was very handsome. She moved to his side to see if she would be able to help him and as he looked at her it was a meeting of eyes, a warming of hearts, and a fusing of souls. The young woman helped him to her house and nursed him back to health. They spent many happy days together while he recovered and were soon deep in love. But the man was a soldier from the cold northlands and his people were at war with another kingdom. Though their hearts broke at the parting he had to return to his home to fulfil his duty. They vowed to reunite when peace returned and shared messages via her loyal, trained bird.
But it wasn't meant to be. The same enemy that his army was fighting came to the beautiful lady's home. Her father was the village spokesman but he was too old and ill to go out to speak with the general of the army. So bravely she strode forward to deliver her father's words: They would not surrender. The army was free to buy the supplies they wanted, but nothing would be given freely. The general sneered, then before anyone could act took his blade and ran her through.
Love, however, is a powerful force and it wasn't about to let death have the final say. Another world, another life, and a Hippogryph came into the world of exquisite beauty and kindness. And when by chance she happened to be at a gathering of Hippogryphs from all clans she saw a male North. It was a meeting of eyes, a warming of hearts, and a fusing of souls. Love would not be denied.
Though she doesn't remember her past life as a human she maintains her personality from that time. She is gentle and graceful, elegant and pure-hearted. She greatly enjoys gathering and using herbs to make medicine to treat the injured and ill and never turns anyone aside no matter how tired she might be. Elegant Blossom it completely devoted to her mate, the Dedicated Warrior; both of them have the feeling that this is a chance they shouldn't squander. She loves natural beauty and creativity as well. Though not afraid of much battle causes her a keen terror and she is a complete pacifist. Thankfully if there's any danger or threats her mate is more than capable of taking care of it.
Elegant Blossom is a very pale blue Hippogryph with blue-green socks on each leg and sapphire mane and tail with pale blue tips. The tips of her wings are white, matching that of her mate through no intention of their own. Sapphire flecks dot her flanks almost like water droplets. Contrasting all this blue and green are her eyes; a shining violet.
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The Dedicated Warrior Male North Hippogryph
Name: Rainier
Mindspeech: Bold #036
Long ago, in another place, there was a young man. He was proud and strong but with a good heart, and loved to protect his northern country. It was no surprise to any that he entered the military when he came of age and his dedication was such that he rose through the ranks quickly.
Then one day while on a mission things went bad. He was ambushed and unable to rejoin his allies through normal means. He was forced into a long, exhausting chase through a foreign land that wasn't involved in the war he battled against. Injured and at his limits he climbed over a wall into a beautiful garden to hide, hoping to give the enemy the slip. That was when he was found by a beautiful woman his own age who tended to his wounds, sheltered him in her father's house, and helped him regain his strength. They spent many happy days together while he recovered and were soon deep in love. But the war wasn't abating and he had to return eventually. Though their hearts broke at the parting he had to return to his home to fulfil his duty. They vowed to reunite when peace returned and shared messages via her loyal, trained bird.
But it wasn't meant to be. The same enemy that his army was fighting came to the beautiful lady's home. Having heard the rumors about the enemy moving into his beloved's country he hurried to her home only to arrive at the end of everything. He was spared the moment of her death though in quiet he attended her burial, then went on against his enemy like a man possessed. Nothing would stop him, he took mission after mission and refused to rest for more than the minimum until finally he faced her killer. Just as he killed the beautiful woman without hesitation so too did the soldier's face show no expression save for the righteous fury in his eyes as he ran the general through. However, his vengeance had been the fire that had kept him going and with it sated he returned home only to sicken and pass away a few weeks later.
Love, however, is a powerful force and it wasn't about to let death have the final say. Another world, another life, and a Hippogryph came into the world of great dedication and loyalty. And when by chance she happened to be at a gathering of Hippogryphs from all clans he saw a female East. It was a meeting of eyes, a warming of hearts, and a fusing of souls. Love would not be denied.
Though the memories of his past life as a human have vanished from his mind Dedicated Warrior has kept the personality that marked him in that life. He is a loyal defender both of his Clan and his beloved, as well as his Bonded and those who make up him Bonded family. He can come off as quite serious at times though with time and understanding he will relax. Just never try stepping in front of him when danger threatens; his place is on the front lines defeating any foe that challenges him or threatens those behind him.
Dedicated Warrior is a tall, broad Hippogryph. His front avian half and wings are steel blue-gray and the tips of his wings are snow-white much like his mate; an interesting marking for his rank. His equine back half is the sapphire of a glacier's heart, matching his often-piercing eyes that occasionally warm with affection.
Name: Oblivion
Mindspeech: Italics #550363
Demon of the Skies once had built up a reputation for herself. Many knew her moniker, the mighty Hippogryph warrior-arcanist who fought without mercy, without giving or seeking quarter, who could bring terrible and great power to bear against her foes. One who faced all who challenged her with a bold, arrogant, confident gleam in her eyes and a careless laugh before she crushed them. In the last major campaign she participated in her allies gave her fearful respect and her enemies just plain fear when she alighted onto the battlefield. Even around companions she was known for being blunt and forward. The term 'sugar coat' was as foreign to her as swimming in the ocean. For example if she had a rival for a mate she would likely tell said rival that they'd better be prepared for a fight or to simply give up while they could, or if someone was being an idiot she'd be certain to let them know. Saying anything else was pointless and a waste of time. She never really called anyone a friend, and was content with that.
And in the end of said campaign, a stalemate was forced as she, along with many participants, were sealed away in deep, some thought eternal, sleep.
But now Demon of the Skies has awoken in a world that does not remember her or the battles she waged, save for an odd half-familiarity displayed by Travel with You, the Angel Familiar which for her part Demon of the Skies hardly cares about aside from some smirking amusement at the other's expense. Cities have vanished and a new world order has taken power, one with dragonriders and weyrs. She has something not a lot of people get: a chance to start anew. While this won't change her personality a bit it does pose some interesting possibilities. The question is which shall you help guide her to?
As all Night Hippogryph Demon of the Skies is a painfully-thin creature of black pelt, black hairs, and black feathers. But notably she is of the rare Night Clan who was born with red markings that identified her as a warrior from the start. In her case her mane and tail are streaked by red locks and a bold, wide band of red feathers in the middle of her wings. Her hooves are also solid red as if she's stepped in fire. By contrast her eyes are honey gold, quite striking and, when she wants to be, intimidating.
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An Elegant Blossom East Hippogryph
Name: Brooklet
Mindspeech: Italics #ca99f4
Long ago, in another place, there was a young woman. She was both incredibly beautiful and gentle, kind to all and with a heart of gold. Everyone in her village loved her and said she was as beautiful as the moon that inspired her name.
Then one day when she was walking in the forest she found a man laying injured in the grass. His clothes marked him as a foreigner, and he was very handsome. She moved to his side to see if she would be able to help him and as he looked at her it was a meeting of eyes, a warming of hearts, and a fusing of souls. The young woman helped him to her house and nursed him back to health. They spent many happy days together while he recovered and were soon deep in love. But the man was a soldier from the cold northlands and his people were at war with another kingdom. Though their hearts broke at the parting he had to return to his home to fulfil his duty. They vowed to reunite when peace returned and shared messages via her loyal, trained bird.
But it wasn't meant to be. The same enemy that his army was fighting came to the beautiful lady's home. Her father was the village spokesman but he was too old and ill to go out to speak with the general of the army. So bravely she strode forward to deliver her father's words: They would not surrender. The army was free to buy the supplies they wanted, but nothing would be given freely. The general sneered, then before anyone could act took his blade and ran her through.
Love, however, is a powerful force and it wasn't about to let death have the final say. Another world, another life, and a Hippogryph came into the world of exquisite beauty and kindness. And when by chance she happened to be at a gathering of Hippogryphs from all clans she saw a male North. It was a meeting of eyes, a warming of hearts, and a fusing of souls. Love would not be denied.
Though she doesn't remember her past life as a human she maintains her personality from that time. She is gentle and graceful, elegant and pure-hearted. She greatly enjoys gathering and using herbs to make medicine to treat the injured and ill and never turns anyone aside no matter how tired she might be. Elegant Blossom it completely devoted to her mate, the Dedicated Warrior; both of them have the feeling that this is a chance they shouldn't squander. She loves natural beauty and creativity as well. Though not afraid of much battle causes her a keen terror and she is a complete pacifist. Thankfully if there's any danger or threats her mate is more than capable of taking care of it.
Elegant Blossom is a very pale blue Hippogryph with blue-green socks on each leg and sapphire mane and tail with pale blue tips. The tips of her wings are white, matching that of her mate through no intention of their own. Sapphire flecks dot her flanks almost like water droplets. Contrasting all this blue and green are her eyes; a shining violet.
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The Dedicated Warrior Male North Hippogryph
Name: Rainier
Mindspeech: Bold #036
Long ago, in another place, there was a young man. He was proud and strong but with a good heart, and loved to protect his northern country. It was no surprise to any that he entered the military when he came of age and his dedication was such that he rose through the ranks quickly.
Then one day while on a mission things went bad. He was ambushed and unable to rejoin his allies through normal means. He was forced into a long, exhausting chase through a foreign land that wasn't involved in the war he battled against. Injured and at his limits he climbed over a wall into a beautiful garden to hide, hoping to give the enemy the slip. That was when he was found by a beautiful woman his own age who tended to his wounds, sheltered him in her father's house, and helped him regain his strength. They spent many happy days together while he recovered and were soon deep in love. But the war wasn't abating and he had to return eventually. Though their hearts broke at the parting he had to return to his home to fulfil his duty. They vowed to reunite when peace returned and shared messages via her loyal, trained bird.
But it wasn't meant to be. The same enemy that his army was fighting came to the beautiful lady's home. Having heard the rumors about the enemy moving into his beloved's country he hurried to her home only to arrive at the end of everything. He was spared the moment of her death though in quiet he attended her burial, then went on against his enemy like a man possessed. Nothing would stop him, he took mission after mission and refused to rest for more than the minimum until finally he faced her killer. Just as he killed the beautiful woman without hesitation so too did the soldier's face show no expression save for the righteous fury in his eyes as he ran the general through. However, his vengeance had been the fire that had kept him going and with it sated he returned home only to sicken and pass away a few weeks later.
Love, however, is a powerful force and it wasn't about to let death have the final say. Another world, another life, and a Hippogryph came into the world of great dedication and loyalty. And when by chance she happened to be at a gathering of Hippogryphs from all clans he saw a female East. It was a meeting of eyes, a warming of hearts, and a fusing of souls. Love would not be denied.
Though the memories of his past life as a human have vanished from his mind Dedicated Warrior has kept the personality that marked him in that life. He is a loyal defender both of his Clan and his beloved, as well as his Bonded and those who make up him Bonded family. He can come off as quite serious at times though with time and understanding he will relax. Just never try stepping in front of him when danger threatens; his place is on the front lines defeating any foe that challenges him or threatens those behind him.
Dedicated Warrior is a tall, broad Hippogryph. His front avian half and wings are steel blue-gray and the tips of his wings are snow-white much like his mate; an interesting marking for his rank. His equine back half is the sapphire of a glacier's heart, matching his often-piercing eyes that occasionally warm with affection.
