Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)
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				Title: <strong>Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 21:08:35</strong>
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				The surrounding lands are beautiful. They are green and lush, filled with birds and reptiles and a few mammals. The dominant species is, by far, the race of sentients that rule the place. Zara is just such a one, tall and proud and lithe. She enjoys a place of honor and respect as the daughter of their leader. Their males are bulky, powerful, and strong, while their females are much more lean. Compared to Zara, all of her brothers are hulking masses of muscle. They look after her, and keep her from too much trouble. So does her father, honestly. <br><br>So it's hard to believe that her family would be tossing her in with the pack of creatures that haunt the mountains bordering their forest. Brigands, dishonorable thieves, all of them. Zara bares her teeth as she paces back and forth in her room. Her father is in there right now with her mother and the leaders of the mountainers. Zara has never seen them up close, nor does she want to. She doesn't speak their language, and she doesn't want anything to do with their crude culture. Her father tried once to explain to her that these creatures thought they ruled the jungle as well, and perhaps they thought of Zara's people as mere prey, or competitors for prey. Certainly, they thought of her species as nothing but a bunch of animals, stupid animals to be tamed or killed. Both races had gotten so adept at killing the others, though, that the cost has become too great. <br><br>With another hiss and a growl, Zara paces out of her room. Her family's home is airy and open, providing shelter from the rains and from the sun, and that's about all. There's no need for them to worry about the weather in their temperate valley, not really. The sleek fur that covers her body is very dark, though she has chocolatey tiger-marks all over. Her bright eyes are a soft blue, and her ears are very long, even for her kind. She looks a little different than her peers, with finer features and smaller claws. This probably has something to do with the fact that her mother is an elf, delicate and misplaced among the rest of her people. Her tail lashes back and forth as she contemplates going so far away, to another place, to the cold mountains, away from her family and away from her home. Ears flattening, she folds her arms tightly across her chest, glowering into the jungle, feeling helpless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 04:57:42</strong>
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				The mountains to the north are ruled by sleek, well-adapted half breed sentients. Some wizard's experiment gone awry millenniums ago, they now ruled the cliffs and the skies where they were once banished. Yes, the elders claimed all the skies within a tenday's flight were their range, but he did not see it that way. Snowwhisper knew better. His people's territory ended where the temperate jungle collided with the frozen tundra of the northern peaks. It was for this and other troublesome, free-thinking thoughts that had landed him in his current situation.<br><br>Right now, away from the blistering colds and dizzying heights of his homeland, Snowwhisper was being negotiated off into an arranged marriage to his kind's blood enemy to 'better relations.' Being the only son of the empress and her consort did not make his life any better. Savages they were called, heathen cultists. But once more, he knew better. He had journeyed to where the secret texts had been. Locked away within them were the histories that his people were ashamed of, those that were happily forgotten or uncared for.<br><br>The white spotted wings stretched behind him as he silently yawned, bored with the proceedings, yet focusing on what was being said by all parties. He let his mind partially wander thinking of what his father had been like. The empress had mated with him once, and only Snowwhisper's egg had survived from the clutch. Strong he was touted, yet odd he came to be. An extremely rare, taboo mixture of feline and avian he was, nothing in the records having shown sign that it would occur. A perfect blending of snow leopard and snowy owl he was born. Lithe, spotted, built perfectly for survival in the climate the kingdom was located.<br><br>But he shook out of his temporary reverie. It seemed his mother and the leaders of their blood enemies had come to an agreement quicker than expected. He growled inwardly. Nothing would make him feel better than to prove that he was much more than a mistake. A taboo upon his people. He would seek peace with these people and solidify his place in the histories.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 16:00:04</strong>
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				It doesn't take as long as she'd thought (hoped) it would. They come to fetch her after only a few hours. "How much did they sell me for?" she asks sardonically, well aware that custom is to take a dowry. The servant, a vizier she's known since childhood, glances at her sidelong. She doesn't prod him, waiting patiently for the answer... or for him to simply lead her to the room without answering. <br><br>At length, he says, "The mountainers did not ask for, nor would they accept, a dowry." Zara stares at him in consternation, then scowls. She's uncertain which one is more insulting, accepting a dowry or not accepting one. She doesn't ask the vizier what the other delegation asked or received in return for agreeing to the union. Honestly, she doesn't want to know. <br><br>"That's... good. We're depleted enough." She resolves not to be offended by something she can't control. Her kind is <em>supposed</em> to be noble. As they approach the doors to the conference room, Zara reflects on the sort of reputation her parents have sought to build for her. Wise, obedient, shrewd. As such, she's determined to tackle this with grace and dignity. At least... until they open the doors leading to the conference room and she gets a glimpse of the giant white-winged creature therein. <br><br>Feeling a cold stab of panic, Zara stops short in the doorway and stares at the ... the... what <em>is</em> it? Her ears lie flat back on her head as she struggles not to tell her parents then and there that she will absolutely not be leaving her home, going to some barren, frozen wasteland, and least of all mating with ... with... with...<br><br>It takes a gentle tug from her servant to pull her into the room. She looks away from the delegation, choosing instead to focus on her mother. Surely her mother won't make her do this.<br><br>"This," the giant lion of a king says to the strangers' Empress, "is my daughter. Zara."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 07:39:06</strong>
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				Snowwhisper continued to listen to the negotiations between his Empress and the king and queen of these proud cat people. From the little he had seen of them, he could see that they were a truly proud folk. The war between their peoples was simply pathetic. There was no real reason to fight, and he would seek to best his mother, go nearly as far as siding with the foreign cats to ascertain a peace and tranquility as it once had been ages ago.<br><br>Before she is announced, the gryphon's keen sight catches two others entering the large room. The smaller feline was obviously female. Was she to be his mate through this arranged marriage? This was truly going to be a blending of their cultures, literally no less. She was already a mixture of two races. There was elf in this woman, easily seen in the length of her ears. They spoke volumes to him.<br><br>Empress Platinumwing, thusly named for her extremely rare shade of pigment in her wings, sat tall and proud as the king announced his daughter. Zara. That would roll off his tongue rather exotically. He already admitted to himself that she was quite beautiful. On the flip side, though, he knew she would already have reservations, and striking fears, about even being considered the mate of such a large, strange creature.<br><br>The Empress nodded regally, proudly, with her usual arrogance. "And this is my son. Snowwhisper." She had mastered her r's and s's rather impressively. As had Snowwhisper himself, except in times of being flustered. As he was announced, he stood tall and proud, but obviously lacking the arrogance of his mother.<br><br>He slowly approached the king's daughter, sizing her up. He could now smell the fear that hid beneath the surface of her outward appearance. He would be gentle and patient with her, he promised himself. When close enough, he formally bowed to her in greeting. "It is a deep honour to make your acquaintance, Lady (or Princess?) Zara."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 20:13:18</strong>
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				Zara can smell him as well when he approaches, her nose twitching a little at all the unfamiliar combinations of scents. Fur, yes, although not the familiar, warm scent of her own kind's fur. It's more musky, almost dank. It occurs to her that they must be hot down here, so far from their frozen mountains. She can smell feathers, too, and it's a little confusing. Feathers are usually prey; the smell usually means food. The combination is unsettling, confusing, and oddly makes her stomach rumble a little. He smells like prey brought down by another predator of some sort. <br><br>Though she doesn't speak his language, he seems to speak hers just fine. "I... am honored as well," Zara says to him. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other a little skittishly, then senses a sharp look from her father. Right, manners, manners. They are agile and hunters to the bone, and it only makes sense for her to show him that she can hunt, also. Like any huntress worth her claws, she has a meal ready to be cleaned and cooked by the new couple. "It's only Zara. I've brought you a gift." She finds herself wondering if the foreigners are hunters, how they live. She's supposed to live among them. She fully expects to freeze to death the first week. Still, she leads him aside and scoops two large hares from a basket outside the door. They are freshly killed and very nice specimens, if she does say so herself. She offers them to him, albeit hesitantly, just as expected. "Our first meal, Snowwhisper."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:08:45</strong>
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				Snowwhisper cocked his head, watching her carefully. Her scent had changed, now a jumbled mess. It was a concoction of curiosity, fear, and uneasiness. He was sure some of the myriad scents were wafting off his form into her nostrils as well. They two were of similar worries, diving in to the unknown waters of arranged marriage.<br><br>Her body language suddenly changed then. A gift? Mmm, of course. It would make sense to exchange and share as a sign of trust and fellowship. When he saw what she would share with him, he was touched. Recently caught hares.... He had not had such a succulent looking rabbit in a long while. Not many lived in the northern reaches of their lands. An unexpected gesture came from him then. He trilled delightedly and nuzzled against her affectionately, or as much affection as a newly met mate could show to one they were arranged to marry. Nonetheless, it was heartfelt. When he pulled back he seemed to be smiling. "Thank you, Zara. I am touched by your gift. Let us partake of this splendid meal." He took the one hare from her in his sharp beak. He placed it beneath his taloned foreleg and ripped it in half, offering her the better half.<br><br>His kind were indeed hunters. They were designed as near-perfect killing machines. But, as Zara would see, his eyes were filled with warmth for her. It doubled as a slight comfort given to her to ease any fears she had. He would not purposely hurt her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound by Tradition, Freed by Passion (GryphonCompanion and Trieste)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 17:57:46</strong>
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				The little trill caught her off guard. What was <em>that</em>? Zara stood, a little stunned, as she tried to figure out what that little trilling nuzzle was. Never had she come across such an expression of ... affection? It seemed affectionate. The look in his eyes was friendly enough, if she read him correctly, and he seemed eager to try for at least friendship. Zara smiled at him weakly and tried to relax.<br><br>Nothing really could have prepared her for the way that he simply tears the thing in half and starts munching on it. <br><br>Zara did her best not to cringe at the sight, taking the proffered half in her hands. Entrails hung off the side as blood dripped on the floor. Most of the people present from her family looked shocked, and didn't seem to know what to do. Snowwhisper's family looked pleased, though, proud of him for trying to make peace with the barbarians maybe. Zara held the bleeding flesh for a moment, then let the thing drop with a loud plop and started to do her best to clean the mess off her claws. If her slated companion had a taste for fresh meat, fine, but she was not about to ruin a nice meal by trying to eat it raw. Her kind only did that if they really needed to, after all.
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