the black agianst the green|

[tipu]

[shadow=blue,left,300]Tipu[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300]the black gryphon[/glow]

Grey feathers and black pelt stood out against the dull grass. All of it rippled in the light breeze. It carried sweet scents of fall mixed with a little bit of nip of the winter that would be approaching soon. Fall was upon the gryphons, and this one knew it. The black and grey creature looked around with it's yellow eyes and yawned. It was called Tipu. He was a falcon jaguar mix, and was medium sized. Black rosettes spotted his falcon like forelegs, while his hindquarters was black with darker rosettes blending in. A tan breast coat of feathers was spotted with black feathers.

With a sigh, Tipu stretched out, his wings reaching out to their full 19 feet. He wasn't hungry yet, but was wondering weather he should go take down one of the antelopes in the distance. Deciding against it he sighed as he laid down, the top of his figure clear against the grass. He didn't care, he felt safe at the moment. The sun was warming his coat and skin. The black tail of his flopped happily from side to side.

His ear tufts pointed up sudden;y as he heard a whooshing sound. Was that just the grass or was that wings? Straining to hear the noise Tipu remained still "Who is there?" He called out in a baritone voice. The tone curling and bubbling in half curiosity half warning. Tipu could fight, and wasn't afraid to if necessary. His yellow beak clicked shut as he stood up to look around.

Number of Words; 261
Things To Know; you should probably be flying in.
Character; Tipu
Anything Else?; nope

[flippedside]

BLADE: BLACK NIGHTS AND COLD HEARTS

It was strange sometimes to be coming to a new land. You didn't know if there would already be gryphons there, or how they would respond to you. You didn't know whether the hunting was good and the water clean. Still, it was miles and miles from home and Blade was content with that. He soared high on the air thermals, letting the winds twist and tickle about him. His thick fur and heavy feathers kept the wind away from his skin and the exercise heated his body. He was warm, he was full, and he was strangely relaxed.

Until his eyes picked out a dark spot against the tall grasses. The grass flowed like ocean waves against a solid black rock. Only this rock was clearly alive. He saw it stretch out wings that rivaled the size of his. The sight of the gryphon made him clack his beak in disgust. He had been enjoying his day, and having a fight didn't interest him. His tail twitched in irritation, causing him to lose the air current. He flapped his wings heavily to return to the soft lifting buffet of the wind, but not before the gryphon looked up. Blade cursed sourly.

He listened to the warning call of the gryphon in the grass. He really didn't want to pretend to be friendly and social...He was so enjoying his flight. But...He had already been spotted. There was no point in trying to disappear now. He growled and glided down. So much for a good day.

He took in the gryphon as he dropped down. The other was black where he was tawny, dark and banded where he was golden. They were about the same size, though he guessed the stranger might be a touch heavier. He disliked landing even more--flight gave him advantage in fighting because of the long lean muscles in his body that made him unusually agile. Taking to the ground gave him a disadvantage. Then again, the other gryphon had not taken a threatening position and that was a good sign. He would prefer to be able to hunt these lands again without needing to fight over the right.

"I'm coming down," he called to the black gryphon. The wind whistled through Blade's sleek pinion feathers, carrying him in a lazy loop towards the thick grass. He backed his wings, sending a rush of wind gusting forward, laying the grass nearly flat. The same rush of air allowed him to land neatly, hindlegs touching briefly first before he dropped to all fours. He raised his head and looked directly at the black gryphon.

Size didn't intimidate him--he had fought larger gryphons and won. But that wasn't the point here. Unless this gryphon was part of a cursed grex, he didn't want to make enemies of the creature. He wanted to hunt and glide across this vast expanse of grass without constantly having to fight over it.

The thought intrigued him briefly. In the land that he had lived in before, he had been known for fighting anything that moved. He was amused by that thought. Violence was in his nature, true, but how much of that was simply the result of expectation?

"I assume you are a loner, as I am?" he asked the black. Appearances were deceiving, but he still saw nothing threatening in the other. He relaxed slightly--though not enough to be noticeable. Out of the corner of his eyes he watched the landscape, checking for others who might come diving out of the sky now that he was alone. It was a brutal world, and it paid to be ready.

Number of Words: 624
Things To Know: Blade tends to be edgy and unpredictable, so be careful how you respond (unless you want to start a fight).
Character: Blade
Anything Else? Yay for days off of school!