09-17-2015, 12:43 PM
“STOP!” She shouted as the gleaming claws from the beast’s giant hand raised into the air holding Kobi’s life in the moment if and when the beast would strike down. The next moment, Caira found herself between her unconscious friend and the magical beast with raise arms in defense, until she let them fall out of respect for the beast. Two worthless twigs for arms wouldn’t do anything to save her from a beast of this stature. But, to Caira’s surprise, the Griffin did stop, just long enough to add her to the ‘kill’ list. A simmering hot gaze coldly swept through her, before the beast continued the stroke of its aw in the air.
“Don’t make me do it.” She warned as though she had something up her sleeve. Something to slay him. The beast wasn’t convinced and could easily read her tense body language, even in his rage-filled haze.
Her chin tipped upward, as the two held eye contact. Raw and unswaying. Both would not back down, as the cause for justice was worn by the both. The griffin had been wronged as he had been injured by some ignorant trying to coax him into doing a few tricks and Caira wore an heir of justice as she defended an entirely innocent friend. On Kobi’s life, he would never harm an innocent creature. It just wasn’t in his personality to do something for his own gain at the cost of another. If anything, he had probably been caught between the soldier who had attacked the griffin.
“Caira, watch out!” Trevor shouted as he neared the clearing, but the standoff had already ensued. Trevor could only watch what soon followed.
The eye contact between beast and Prime lasted only a fleeting second, until the creature swiped down with the force of gravity. Caira chose not to defend herself, and with a sound mind, refrained from a scream. Her dense, over-bearing armor with thick sheets of metal was shredded as the claw swept along her side. She was thrown a few feet to the right and suddenly felt the silver blood pouring from her arm. The slash hadn’t been fatal, to her surprise the densely thick armor had done its job and protected from the impact that would have killed her.
The Griffin continued, meanwhile, Caira had been thrown to the same side of the creature as the rusted iron chain. With a flash, the action that followed occurred in a dizzying whirl.
A pale and silver stained hand reached for the chain as the beast reared upward, aiming for a killing-blow that would surely have been brought down on Kobi, had Caira not snagged the chain and pulled back with her fullest force. The creature wasn’t expecting Caira to be standing, and was flung back with its claw inches from Kobi’s skull.
Then the creature took to the skies and somehow Caira had gotten stuck holding onto the chain because had she let go, Kobi would have been shredded as she was.
When Caira blinked her eyes open, she was in the air, hanging by the metal made slippery by her own blood. The beast had revolted and then taken to the skies. Swirling below the Prime’s swaying feet was the speckles of trees that grew more distant with the beast’s increasing flight. She dangled for a good ten minutes, muttering to herself, “Please don’t fall, please don’t fall, please don’t fall...” Her worst fears had been realized and after a while the griffin became aware of her slipping presence and could sense her lucid fear.
It began to shake and twirl through the sky, and Caira lost a lot of the leverage and length of the chain that had kept her sane. Inches were left on the chain, and the Griffin decided to make one last move that would free it of the humans that had enslaved it in captivity its entire life. In the Griffin’s final thrash, Caira held on only by a single hand, and her hot blood rained in a thick splatter against the lion’s raged expression.
The injured girl could no longer hold onto the lengthy chain and her wound had ripped with the added force of the creature’s last twirl. The blood seemed to rouse the creature from its rage, as Caira streamed through the air, and could only go in one direction. Down.
The bite of the wind lashed with every touch on her eyes so that she forced them to close as her fingers fumbled for Omnilium. She could summon something that could save her, but her mind wouldn’t set on a single image, for she could only feel the fear chilling her blood. Adrenaline pumped with every quaking heartbeat that thundered in her chest. In a squint she saw that the ground was nearing. And with it, the last of her breaths would be taken as she gasped through the tears and wished for a miracle.
Apparently Omni was listening, as instead of the hard, shattering ground, Caira met the back of a fluffy, feathery bird. The Griffin had returned just in time to save her from the destructive force of the ground. Caira, who was entranced by the perpetuating fear that coiled in her stomach, couldn’t tell she had been saved, until she felt her curiosity overwhelm her fear so that she was brave enough to open an eye.
In a squint, she noticed her location, she was swooping above Minas Tirith on the back of the griffin in the air. It had begun its decent. Soon enough, Caira was back at the camp, which was bustling with commotion. They landed and Caira was amusedly bucked off of the beast again, this time however, Caira propped herself to an upright position and looked at the wound on her arm. With a kiss of the creature’s nose, her injury was healed and they met eye contact on much more civil terms.
“I am sorry.” A deep voice rumbled telephonically in her mind.
Her eyes widened, she could only realize that the creature had the ability to speak all along. “You can talk?”
“Yes.” The noble creature silenced her curiousity.
“Do all-”
“No.”
Caira nodded, and rose to meet the creature’s eyes, before bowing low into the ground. Her shoulders dipped in apology for the humans, which the Griffin received and motioned her to rise. “Never in my thousand years of life, have I let a human ride me.”
“What? But wasn’t that the test?” Caira responded, why would the military set up this sort of impossible feat?
“The test has been around for ages, every year they request my assistance for the newest recruits, and every year I meticulously buck them off until your recruitment officer tells you the lesson you have learned.”
“Sounds simple..” Caira mused and still looked at the lion’s face as she heard his voice, astounded it did not come from its lips.
With that, the Griffin turned around and took to the skies. Caira guessed he would not be coming back for next year’s test.
As Caira returned to camp, eyes held like glue upon her.
“Did you hear?” An oblivious soldier spoke, “That one girl killed the griffin!”
“Guess she couldn’t handle the fun of a little challenge. What a-” A snarky comment was offered in return, by a smarmy secondary.
Caira tapped the man’s shoulder, who turned around nonchalantly, as his nose met with Caira’s bloodied fist.
No catchphrase needed.
She had decided as the soldier fell to the ground. She almost regretted taking action angrily as the griffin had, but within her, she felt a bit of justice delivered by her fist and smirked as she strode off.
The news swarmed the camp, millions of different versions of the story were spoken in rumored whispers. But only four -Caira, Kobi, the Griffin, and Trevor- knew the whole story.
“Don’t make me do it.” She warned as though she had something up her sleeve. Something to slay him. The beast wasn’t convinced and could easily read her tense body language, even in his rage-filled haze.
Her chin tipped upward, as the two held eye contact. Raw and unswaying. Both would not back down, as the cause for justice was worn by the both. The griffin had been wronged as he had been injured by some ignorant trying to coax him into doing a few tricks and Caira wore an heir of justice as she defended an entirely innocent friend. On Kobi’s life, he would never harm an innocent creature. It just wasn’t in his personality to do something for his own gain at the cost of another. If anything, he had probably been caught between the soldier who had attacked the griffin.
“Caira, watch out!” Trevor shouted as he neared the clearing, but the standoff had already ensued. Trevor could only watch what soon followed.
The eye contact between beast and Prime lasted only a fleeting second, until the creature swiped down with the force of gravity. Caira chose not to defend herself, and with a sound mind, refrained from a scream. Her dense, over-bearing armor with thick sheets of metal was shredded as the claw swept along her side. She was thrown a few feet to the right and suddenly felt the silver blood pouring from her arm. The slash hadn’t been fatal, to her surprise the densely thick armor had done its job and protected from the impact that would have killed her.
The Griffin continued, meanwhile, Caira had been thrown to the same side of the creature as the rusted iron chain. With a flash, the action that followed occurred in a dizzying whirl.
A pale and silver stained hand reached for the chain as the beast reared upward, aiming for a killing-blow that would surely have been brought down on Kobi, had Caira not snagged the chain and pulled back with her fullest force. The creature wasn’t expecting Caira to be standing, and was flung back with its claw inches from Kobi’s skull.
Then the creature took to the skies and somehow Caira had gotten stuck holding onto the chain because had she let go, Kobi would have been shredded as she was.
When Caira blinked her eyes open, she was in the air, hanging by the metal made slippery by her own blood. The beast had revolted and then taken to the skies. Swirling below the Prime’s swaying feet was the speckles of trees that grew more distant with the beast’s increasing flight. She dangled for a good ten minutes, muttering to herself, “Please don’t fall, please don’t fall, please don’t fall...” Her worst fears had been realized and after a while the griffin became aware of her slipping presence and could sense her lucid fear.
It began to shake and twirl through the sky, and Caira lost a lot of the leverage and length of the chain that had kept her sane. Inches were left on the chain, and the Griffin decided to make one last move that would free it of the humans that had enslaved it in captivity its entire life. In the Griffin’s final thrash, Caira held on only by a single hand, and her hot blood rained in a thick splatter against the lion’s raged expression.
The injured girl could no longer hold onto the lengthy chain and her wound had ripped with the added force of the creature’s last twirl. The blood seemed to rouse the creature from its rage, as Caira streamed through the air, and could only go in one direction. Down.
The bite of the wind lashed with every touch on her eyes so that she forced them to close as her fingers fumbled for Omnilium. She could summon something that could save her, but her mind wouldn’t set on a single image, for she could only feel the fear chilling her blood. Adrenaline pumped with every quaking heartbeat that thundered in her chest. In a squint she saw that the ground was nearing. And with it, the last of her breaths would be taken as she gasped through the tears and wished for a miracle.
Apparently Omni was listening, as instead of the hard, shattering ground, Caira met the back of a fluffy, feathery bird. The Griffin had returned just in time to save her from the destructive force of the ground. Caira, who was entranced by the perpetuating fear that coiled in her stomach, couldn’t tell she had been saved, until she felt her curiosity overwhelm her fear so that she was brave enough to open an eye.
In a squint, she noticed her location, she was swooping above Minas Tirith on the back of the griffin in the air. It had begun its decent. Soon enough, Caira was back at the camp, which was bustling with commotion. They landed and Caira was amusedly bucked off of the beast again, this time however, Caira propped herself to an upright position and looked at the wound on her arm. With a kiss of the creature’s nose, her injury was healed and they met eye contact on much more civil terms.
“I am sorry.” A deep voice rumbled telephonically in her mind.
Her eyes widened, she could only realize that the creature had the ability to speak all along. “You can talk?”
“Yes.” The noble creature silenced her curiousity.
“Do all-”
“No.”
Caira nodded, and rose to meet the creature’s eyes, before bowing low into the ground. Her shoulders dipped in apology for the humans, which the Griffin received and motioned her to rise. “Never in my thousand years of life, have I let a human ride me.”
“What? But wasn’t that the test?” Caira responded, why would the military set up this sort of impossible feat?
“The test has been around for ages, every year they request my assistance for the newest recruits, and every year I meticulously buck them off until your recruitment officer tells you the lesson you have learned.”
“Sounds simple..” Caira mused and still looked at the lion’s face as she heard his voice, astounded it did not come from its lips.
With that, the Griffin turned around and took to the skies. Caira guessed he would not be coming back for next year’s test.
As Caira returned to camp, eyes held like glue upon her.
“Did you hear?” An oblivious soldier spoke, “That one girl killed the griffin!”
“Guess she couldn’t handle the fun of a little challenge. What a-” A snarky comment was offered in return, by a smarmy secondary.
Caira tapped the man’s shoulder, who turned around nonchalantly, as his nose met with Caira’s bloodied fist.
No catchphrase needed.
She had decided as the soldier fell to the ground. She almost regretted taking action angrily as the griffin had, but within her, she felt a bit of justice delivered by her fist and smirked as she strode off.
The news swarmed the camp, millions of different versions of the story were spoken in rumored whispers. But only four -Caira, Kobi, the Griffin, and Trevor- knew the whole story.
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