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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:29 pm
Eliska lives off the coast of France for now, having found a home on a cliff that suits her needs at the moment. Her childhood home is locked up, kept away for when she can return as a happy woman, not tainting her memories with more pain.
The foyer is small and relatively undecorated, leading to the living room. Down the hall is the kitchen with a small sitting room attached to it. The dining room is a bit formal for her and she prefers to eat in the small breakfast nook, or outside. A library and a small music cornerare down the hall.
Upstairs are the private rooms. Eliska's bedroom has an attached bath. Griffyn's room gives him a view of the ocean and his bathroom is large and sturdy. There is a game room down the hall as well, but Eliska only uses it to watch movies.
Outside has a patio and large backyard. It also has an indoor pool.
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x⋋“You can sacrifice and not love. But you cannot love and not sacrifice.”⋌ - － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － - ¤ ELISKA ¤
I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
The morning routine of eating breakfast while the griffin showered already seemed fairly normal. Perhaps because she was so used to living with someone her whole life - being on her own was lonely and abnormal, at least in her heart. Her mind told her to suck it up and ignore it, that there were more important things to worry about. So Eliska ate breakfast, thinking on how to get home, and decided a plane would be easiest. The man probably wouldn't like it, she was keen enough to realize that, but there was simply no way they could drive there and arrive in any decent amount of time. Her mind made up, she didn't mention anything to Griffyn while he ate, a bit fascinated with how he managed to eat the entire apple and not mind the core or seeds at all. Leaving the dishes to be cleaned up, the young woman gathered her purse and headed out the door, walking as best she could and managing to almost avoid a limp completely. Perhaps it was from the good night's sleep she had with the griffin there and not being in her own home, the wards in the Hotel in place keeping her curse at bay.
Maybe she could figure out what they used and set them up herself, she thought absently as they got into the car. Giving the driver instructions, Eliska turned to the clearly-uncomfortable man and sighed. "We're going to have to take a short plane ride to my home. It's on the coast of France and rather far away," she told him. He simply looked at her, unhappy and wary, so she spent the duration of the ride explaining to him the location, her home, and what a plane was. And how he had to ride in it. It was obvious he didn't like the idea of flying under anything but his own power, but the young woman saw how obedient he was. Even if he didn't like it, he was going to do as he was told by his mistress. She didn't enjoy making him do something like this, but it was necessary. Consoling herself with the thoughts that he would have all the freedom he wanted once they were home, Eliska sighed and sorted things out so they'd have tickets once they arrived at the airport. She loved technology and her phone was almost permanently in her hand some days.
As expected, the griffin was not the happiest creature, 'cooped up' in the plane. They were in first-class and had much more leg room, but it didn't seem enough for the man. Eliska did her best to soothe him, honestly just glad to get off her feet for a while and relax. It wasn't as if she could drug herself with pain pills to keep it at bay, so the only thing she could really do was just...not walk. And she was too stubborn and angry to admit defeat to the fire spirit.
They took a cab from the airport and instead of going straight home, they went to a shopping center with plenty of clothing stores for men. "If you don't know what you like, just tell me and I'll get you some things," Eliska told him, as they headed inside the first one. She had no idea if he dressed himself or not, or his experience in human clothing. But she just wanted to get it over with so she could go home and headed to one of the racks, peering at the shirts and trying to imagine Griffyn in anything. It was hard to, admittedly. Clothing just didn't seem to fit on him. But she was hardly about to let him go naked, so Eliska breezed about the store as if used to this sort of thing, examining items and making the man stand still so she could figure out if she liked it or not.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 7:33 am
 Watching the car pull up, Griffyn tried his best to hide just how much he disliked cars, but the occasional shoulder shake - much like a bird would ruffle it's feathers when uncomfortable - was enough to give away his feelings. He very nearly missed Eliska saying they would need to take a plane ride to her home in France, and instead just blankly stared at her. He figured her home was far away, his own home island was probably closer to France than they were currently, but this whole plane ride was confusing him greatly. The distaste on his face must have been evident, not to mention the guarded body language he displayed, because Eliska decided she'd explain the whole deal in the car. He'd never admit it out loud, but her talking was a good distraction from the car noises and sounds of traffic passing. The car was certainly big enough, he assumed she got a car with enough space for her own legs to be comfortable, so Griffyn was able to actually pay attention to what was going to happen. The sound of an aeroplane sounded utterly stupid in the gryphon's mind - a big steel tube packed with people sounded like a recipe for disaster - and while he would definitely rather fly there on his own power, he accepted that his mistress had asked something from him and agreed with a shrug and a nod. There was no point in arguing the point, mostly because it was easier in this situation to be obedient, but because it was going to be the quickest way to get back to Eliska's home. The more time he had to get used to the house and it's land, the more comfortable he would be. Leaving her to deal with the device in her hands - her smartphone - he watched the scenery pass by in rapid succession. It wasn't pleasant, not in the slightest, but it was a quick way to get around. The airport was even more awful; the smell, the bustling people, the stares he got for his odd appearance. Given the stares were from a few Slave traders who were - most likely - taking the slaves to the hotel they'd just left or another market, all Griffyn did was glare back at everyone who looked at him or his mistress funny.
The plane was horrid. While he'd been expecting much worse, it was still pretty crap in his opinion. Yes, for humans, it was practical, but for creatures that could fly the whole idea was quite redundant. Gripping the arm rests of the soft chairs at take off, the loud sounds very foreign to his ears, Eliska's soothing helped only momentarily. It wasn't until they were at the correct altitude and the plane was still did Gryf calm a little. The feeling was unnatural; he knew he was in the air and flying, but because he wasn't in control it felt so foreign. Peaking out the window, it was a good distraction for the moment, and gave the creature a new outlook on things. Being this high in the sky wasn't something his kind were suited for. Yes they could fly up into the clouds, but any higher and they tended to get light headed. This was soaring height for dragons, not mammals. Yet, being above the clouds and seeing it for the first time, it was rather liberating. Awkward, loud and uncomfortable, but liberating. Landing was a little easier now that he knew how loud it would be, but the odd sensation in his ears didn't disappear until they were in the taxi. Feeling them 'pop', the man shook his head and looked around just like a bird would after being spooked. Spying a huge building coming up, the man's stomach knotted a little, mostly because the shopping centre looked more like a slave shop from the distance. As the names of stores became visible on the outside, his nerves quelled slightly, and he just simply followed Eliska without a word. Canting his head after receiving instructions, he made a slight noise to show he heard and agreed, and walked inside with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
The shop was interesting. It was clearly menswear orientated, that much was obvious, but most of the items he'd never seen before. Used to natural textiles after being cursed, to see things like jeans, polo shirts and fancy business suits, the man was very much unsure of what to do. Watching his red haired mistress wander the store like she was used to it, he just stared at a rack of jeans before deciding to look at the array of coloured things on a rack. It turned out they were t-shirts, with weird designs and fancy things written all over them. Holding one up that was clearly three sizes too big for him, it seemed like he caught the attention of a floor assistant. The dark skinned male who was probably more djinn than human seemed to understand that Griffyn was less human as well, and while the gryphon looked around for his mistress - who was most likely nearby hovering in amusement - the salesman wandered around the racks and tables of clothing to pick out things that would suit the male. There was a number of cotton tunic shirts like the one he was wearing and pants in a similar fashion, along with a number of designer t-shirts, jeans, slacks, button down shirts and shoes. Flip-flops, fancy shoes and comfy boat shoes. The basics were also thrown into the pile like singlets and shorts for sleepwear and a lot of socks and underwear. A trolley was produced from somewhere, just a small thing that really didn't get in anyones way, and Eliska was found. Looking thoroughly confused and incredibly frustrated with the situation, Griffyn shook back his hair and snorted slightly, sounding more like a horse than a man.
The man was totally out of his depth and feeling quite uncomfortable. Nearly all the clothing that the man had picked was foreign and strange to him. The cotton tops and pants were obviously his choices but everything else seemed to be the work of the djinn following the red head and her male companion. Griffyn could only stand by and watch the transaction take place as awkward questions were asked; "Does he need any sprays or washes?" "Would you like to chose for him, or would you like me to help? Because I just know he'd smell good in some spicy scents or woody tones." "How about grooming products? Hair wax? Shavers? Manscapers?" Knowing very little of the words being used, the man was slowly starting to grow frustrated and even pawed at the ground gently, barely making any noise but showing his discontent. Griffyn had no idea what to do, what to say, and the whole scenario was playing out to be very awkward for him, especially when it came time to go look at all this funny coloured, strange smelling substances. It seemed that the djinn had sent his mistress off to some other store and told her what to buy, a point made clear when he picked up a bar of soap that smelled of forest berries but tasted foul; Griffyn had bitten into what he assumed was a block of fruit but was really a bar of organic soap. Throwing it back in the pile and backing away with motions like a frightened horse, his little scene caused a few women and store clerks to raise their eyebrows and chuckle in a condescending manner, but no real drama. Unless Eliska was the type of woman to get embarrassed, then it would potentially cause drama. All the poor male wanted to do was get back to his mistress' home and explore her land to see how much he actually had to guard and patrol. To stretch out and fly again, the anticipation was also fuelling his flighty attitude.
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Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { flighty, on edge, grumpy }xxxＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { some shopping complex }xxxＣｏｍｐａｎｙ: { "Eliska.." }
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I GOT A POST DONE FOR YOUUUU
Go nuts. May as well make them head home in your post so he can be a grumpy SOB at home bahaha XD
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 10:55 pm
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x⋋“You can sacrifice and not love. But you cannot love and not sacrifice.”⋌ - － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － - ¤ ELISKA ¤
I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
Oh, her poor griffin.
Eliska, while she wasn't aware the man helping them was anything more than human, was certainly appreciative of his skill in finding clothing for her new bodyguard, as she was a bit out of her depth. When asked the more-personal questions - particularly about manscaping - she had turned red in embarrassment and stammered something about leaving his grooming habits up to him. There was certainly no way in hell she would dictate to Gryff how to groom himself and was sure that, being what he was, he already would have a very clear on idea on what the proper and correct way was and would be too stubborn to change it. She had followed the order to go get him some bathroom essentials, however, and had left the male with the djinn to do exactly that. Doing her best to find things that didn't have very strong scents, not sure he would appreciate being overwhelmed like that, the young woman had returned just as he had bit into the bar of soap. Other women might get exasperated, or embarrassed. Eliska had been forced to bring her free hand up to cover her mouth to hide the brief smile that spread on her lips before going over and explaining to the startled male what it was he'd tried to eat. He seemed to understand, at least the gist of it, which was fine with her. He looked so upset at this point that she was glad to hear the man's announcement that they had finished shopping while they were gone.
Feeling a bit bad for making Griffyn carry the bags as they walked out of the store, Eliska was still glad that he was. They were heavy, but not terribly so, but with her feet hurting her she didn't want to put extra weight on them at all. She had a car that was at her home, but didn't drive anymore, unable to work the pedals with her 'condition'. She had taken a taxi to get to the airport in the first place and one to return to here, so she called another to take them home, the bags going into the trunk for now. The male at her side looked antsy and she didn't blame him. All she wanted to do was go home - well, that was part of it. Part of her was dreading it, it was not a source of comfort for her anymore. But Griffyn's presence was enough to soothe her fear somewhat and the promise of being able to put her feet up and relax was enough to smother the rest of it, at least for now.
The ride didn't take very long - she lived out of the city in a private estate along the coastline, but wasn't hours from civilization. She was sure it was too long for the griffin, but there was nothing she could do about it. The driver was paid and they were brought to her front door. He even took the bags out for her and probably would have brought the inside for a tip if she hadn't shooed him away, not wanting anyone there in her house. Just Griffyn, that was enough for now. Once they were alone, the black cab out of sight, she gestured to the land surrounding them. The ocean could be seen off the cliffs nearby and she smiled up at the male, her expression hopeful. Eliska didn't want him to be miserable and hoped that he liked it. "This is my home," she told him. "You can explore it as much as you like, and do as you please," she added, hoping that would soothe his ruffled feathers a bit more. Realizing she had not taken off the collar, having never had the chance between calming him down in the plane and then shopping, Eliska gestured for him to bend down so she could reach it. "I'm sorry for leaving this on," she apologized, her tone sincere and her expression regretful as she quickly took it off of him and stuffed it into her purse to be disposed of. Part of her wondered if she wore it, would it negate the curse? Too simple, she was sure, she thought with a sigh.
"Go explore and stretch out, you've been so patient with me. I'll be inside when you want to look around the house, and I can show you your room," Eliska added, giving him a small smile and a pat on his arm that was just a ginger touch. She wasn't sure how he would react to any sort of physical gestures and in all honesty, she wasn't very used to them anymore herself. So she simply picked up the bags, telling herself it wouldn't be long, and went inside. The front door had been unlocked, it always was, there was no one around to try to steal from her. Leaving the male on the porch to do as he pleased, she headed to his room and left the bags there. He could put them away on his own, she decided, wondering if he would prefer to do that anyway and have things how he liked it. Was it like birds nesting? Deciding she would find out at some point, the young woman retreated to her room and changed out of her clothing, quickly kicking her shoes off and changing into a comfortable dress. She couldn't go around barefoot, it hurt too much - ironically - and so she put on a silly pair of plush slippers that at least made her smile when she looked at them.
A robe over her arm to wear when it got cooler out, Eliska headed back downstairs. She was hungry, but not enough to walk to the kitchen just yet. Instead she walked into the living room and dropped down onto the couch with a groan, tilting her head back, closing her eyes, and putting her feet up. It was the first time she was able to relax since she had left and it felt glorious.
N o i r Wafflesaurus ooc // LOOK AT HER SLIPPERS and I can't wait to see Gryff go around >3
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 7:31 am
The shopping trip had been horrid. One of the worst experiences of his life. Soap was the worst invention to date, especially the ones that smelled like forest berries. That was just a cruel trick. He'd half expected Eliska to laugh at him, maybe even belittle him in front of so many people. Instead, all she did was explain to him what the horrid, foamy block had been. Griffyn understood the logic behind wanting to clean oneself with something that smelled nice, but it didn't mean the concept made much sense; why hide your natural musk when you needed it to attract a mate? Figuring humans -or at least, the non-cursed ones - preferred the artificial scents to natural ones, he followed behind his mistress in a milk sulk, utterly bored with this whole journey so far. Carrying the bags wasn't much of a concern, they didn't weigh too much to him, and given it was all things for himself, it was only right he carried his own belongings. His small sack-bag bounced against his lower back with his older clothes inside, and it was becoming a comforting feel.
Upon seeing the taxi, Gryf shuffled on the spot. Taxi's were his on his list of least favourite things to be in; a cage, a plane and a boat were higher up on the list. At least a taxi meant quick transport, meant he wouldn't be stuck in a small space for too long. With a rather horse-like snort he climbed into the car and let it take him away, out from the city they were in. Figuring out how to lower the window felt like a triumph worthy of a happy sort of sound, and rather quickly he found himself smelling the change in air. The drive itself way far too long for his liking - anything over ten minutes probably would have induced that feeling into him anyway - but as the scent of the coast began to enter his lungs his body began to physically react. It was like he was suddenly set on high alert. Staring out the window intently as the strong scents of the coastline began to fill his body, snippets of the coast flashed past and he felt his body tense at how close he was to the water. That's what he'd loved best about his island home; the coastline. The fishing. Drawing up to a private residence, they were dropped at the front door and Griffyn quickly got out the taxi, taking a few steps across the front garden. He completely ignored the taxi driver taking out the bags and Eliska shooing him away, his gaze stuck on the ocean view over the cliff.
Sensing her presence, he shifted his gaze to her, his ears twitching. She was giving him permission to explore her home and do as he pleased? Frowning slightly, her words sounding too good to be true and he was all too clued in to things that sounded too good. Spying a hand gesture to make him move, his frown deepened but bent down as she reached for his neck. Pulling back in surprise at feeling a rush of air meet the previously covered skin, his fingers went straight for his neck upon seeing the collar in her hands. Her apology sounded sincere, and he looked at her for a long minute. Words of thanks were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them. It was hard to get kind words out, but the wary look in his eyes were gone, replaced with a more accepting look. She either actually cared for his well-being, or would use the collar to punish him if he disobeyed. A sense of freedom was beginning to well in his stomach, and twitching his arm at the touch, he watched his fiery little mistress head indoors, and he turned to look over at the ocean view again. Well, since he'd been given permission to explore...
Finding the closest, largest tree the male threw his tunic shirt off, and leaning against the rough bark he kicked off shoes, socks and finally his trousers. Pausing to remove the cotton trunks he had on, nudity no real concern of his but he still wanted at least one article to cover himself if his trousers went missing for the sake of Eliska. Breathing heavily, almost feeling a forbidden thrill, Griffyn felt his body heat up and muscle and bone move. It had been a while since he'd changed forms, and having the sudden rush from his collar being removed made the change quick and painful. Pawing at the ground and bucking, it took the creature a couple of moments to get settled, wings beating to get the blood running through them, a few feathers dropping. Within minutes he was galloping around the estate he would be living on, feeling almost high from the rush of air against his body and through his feathers. Jumping here and there, doing funny little leaps and bucking his legs, the creature was quite positively ecstatic. He didn't spend too long outside, the sudden change taking it's toll on his energy after not using it for so long. Heading back to the tree he left his clothes at, the gryphon let himself change, a few human cries of pain uttered from the male's lips, followed by deep, heavy breathing. Muscles twitching, skin glistening from sweat, he tugged his trunks and trousers back on and walked up to the house, carrying his shoes and shirt. He was too warm right now to put more clothes on, his skin incredibly warm to the touch. It didn't take him long to find the redhead relaxing in the weirdest foot coverings he'd seen in his life, and all he offered up was an unimpressed snort, followed by a rather tired gaze at the woman.
"If you're able, I want to go to my room now. And shower." His words lacked their usual dominant tone, his voice rather raspy and tired, his already wild hair even more awry. If she hadn't seen him out and about in her garden, his dishevelled human appearance alone said that he'd gone ahead and changed forms for the half hour he was out there.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 10:13 pm
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I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
Oh yes, she had indeed seen him. Not the initial change, as he was too far away from the windows for her to observe that. But as soon as she heard those odd noises Eliska had shifted enough to peer out the windows, her eyes going wide as she saw the sight. Until now she had believed griffins to be mythical creatures, or extinct ones that had once existed. To see him out there in the trees and on her lawn, bucking and hopping around like he was simply too ecstatic to sit still any longer - well, part of her was completely thrilled, glad that she was able to give him some amount of happiness. And part of her heart hurt, watching his freedom. He had to serve her, yes, but he could also leave any time he wished and she had no means to stop him. And she was trapped here, unable to even walk well, let alone dance and run...she shook her head before her thoughts turned too morbid, fascinated by watching the griffin outside. Eliska felt she should give him some privacy, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to see him like this. God knew when the grumpy man would relax, if he ever would, or when he would allow her to see him in his natural state - again, if he ever would. So while she felt like she was sort of spying on him, she didn't feel too guilty about it.
Yawning, she closed her eyes to relax once he was out of sight again. The house was quiet, the television off for now. Sometimes she put it on simply to hear noise other than her own breathing in the house, but with Griffyn around she hoped that wouldn't be necessary. Maybe when he went off on his own, but for now she was enjoying the quiet. Eliska had had more excitement in the past two days than she had in a long time - and positive excitement at that. At least he was enjoying herself here, she hoped that meant he wouldn't leave. Sure, he had given his word that he would help her, but the girl wasn't sure how long that would last now that he had what essentially was his freedom. She certainly didn't plan to ever use the collar on him and would have been hurt that he would think her capable of such a horrid thing. Used to being alone, Eliska was sensitive to strange noises and opened an eye when she heard the male come in. Of course she couldn't help peer at him when he came in sweaty and topless, but it was a brief look that quickly ended, her eye closing again. Hearing the snort, her lips twitched in a small smile. It sounded so derisive, she had a feeling it was to her slippers.
Maybe she should buy a little griffin pair, if she could find them, just to see his reaction.
Eliska nodded in agreement when he said he wanted to go to his room. He looked like he needed to wash up and rest, she could hear it in his tone as well. Pushing herself to her feet with a soft groan, her shoulders sagging, she gestured for him to follow. "Your room is on the second floor, near mine," she told him, moving slowly. Probably slower than he would really want to, but she couldn't help it. "You have your own bathroom, too. I left your things in your room for you to put away so you could have everything how you want it," she continued, the knuckles of the hand gripping the staircase white as she ascended the stairs. She had considered putting in an elevator, but the remodel would take forever and she didn't want to destroy her precious house for the modern convenience, even if it would save her some pain. Part of her was just too stubborn to admit she needed it, either, not wanting the demon to get the better of her. More than he already had, anyway.
Griffyn's bedroom was open and airy and she hoped he liked it. He had a balcony and a view of the ocean, so the young woman was hopeful that he would at least enjoy the freedom that offered him. Pushing the door open, she didn't go in, not about to invade his privacy. The door on the opposite wall led to the bathroom, the door ajar to reveal the room beyond. "I can give you a tour of the house once you're all finished," Eliska offered, giving him a small sort of smile that was tired, like all her smiles were. "I'll be in my room reading, feel free to knock and come in to bother me when you want to." The offer was given and she meant it, wanting him to feel as comfortable as he could in this new place of his. That, and she didn't mind having him wander around, even in her room. Eliska was used to no privacy thanks to the fire demon, after all, so the griffin was a welcome intrusion into her life at the moment. Leaving him there if he didn't need her for anything else, she turned and shuffled her way down the carpeted hall to her own room. Once there, she dropped onto the small loveseat and got comfortable with one of the novels she was working on, listening to the sounds of the ocean and enjoying the peace that never lasted too long.
N o i r Wafflesaurus ooc // SHE SHOULD BUY LITTLE GRIFFIN SLIPPERS OMG
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:18 am
It took less than a second for the now tired man to realise that his request might have been a little selfish. Eliska was resting her feet, and he’d made her get up to show him to his room and the bathroom like an idiot. Admittedly he could have just asked for a general direction and he’d have found his way, but he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly at this moment in time. Nodding, he followed her to the stairs, her slow pace strangely welcomed at this point; his legs were rather weak and shaky after the change, his body slightly shocked by the fact he had been able to change forms again. He’d have to thank Eliska some way, for bringing him to such a home. Gryf hadn’t been by the sea (well not properly) for so long, the salty air was making him feel horribly homesick, which also was making him feel dizzy from nostalgic memories. Understanding grunts came from the male, showing that he was actually listening, even though his expression was quite glazed over. Surprise and shock soon replaced the glazed tired look the moment he saw his room, the tufted ends of his ears wiggling only slightly as he stared at the open plan bedroom.
Griffyn was only just registering the offer to come find her after he was settled, and with his wide-eyes staring at the room still, he just nodded, a small hum to indicate ‘yes’ coming from his throat. It wasn’t often he was caught off-guard, given he was a guard of course, but this space really hit him right out of the field. It took him about a minute to realise she’d gone and left him to his own devices, and he stepped into the room. His room, with his bathroom adjoining. Spying his bag alongside everything they’d bought for him, it took him longer than he would ever care to admit to figure out how to organise everything - he’d had very little at the Hotel so he hadn’t needed to organise belongings before. Still, even with his fatigued body, he managed to have something resembling order to his space, and he quickly stripped off his pants to crawl onto the bed in his underwear. It was soft, like the Hotel’s bed had been, but on another level. Plus this was his bed, and scurrying under the quilt like a giant cat, he quickly fell asleep. A content smile was on his deeply sleeping face, something even Eliska could see if she so desired to find out why it was so silent in the house.
The Gryphon slept for hours. It was almost a dead sleep, up until the last hour or so where he slowly crept across the bed and tangled himself in the sheets. Waking up with limbs sprawled everywhere across the bed, his hair a fluffy mess, the man grunted. A shower was needed, and then food. He was desperate for some food to get his energy back. At least Eliska would get to experience mild mannered Griffyn for a little while. Just like the bedroom, his bathroom had blown him away. It was rather… Manly in design, and while there was a bath, the large shower was adequate enough for him. Warm water always made him feel good, and scrubbing himself down to get the smell of sweat and animal off of himself, he stepped out and dried his hair the best he could with a towel. The next trial was clothing, and after the lesson from the strange djinn back at the department store, Gryf was reluctant to wear anything that wasn’t the tunic top and loose pants. He put his pride aside though, to keep up appearances with his admittedly pretty Mistress he was to live with, and pulled on jeans and a plain gray tee shirt. Staying barefoot by option - the new clothing was pushing his boundaries just a touch - he remembered the offer to find Eliska in her room. It was a strange notion, to bother a female in her private quarters, but he was here to guard her, so wasn’t it logical to know where she was? Yet upon stepping out his room, his curious nature got the best of him, and Griffyn found himself wandering around the house instead of looking for Eliska.
A large room was down the hall from his own bedroom, and it smelled of leather and other things he wasn’t used to. It was dark, a little broody, but it felt rather comfortable to the male. Shame he didn’t know what the green table with the coloured balls on it was for, but he recognised the television by the large couches. The self-guided tour continued, and he stopped in the kitchen. Again, it was quite a rugged room for such a delicately styled house, and he knew it would soon be his favourite room - not just because of the fact it was where food lived. Finding the indoor pool was a surprise, and it confused him greatly. Why would you need a pool when you lived on the coast? He pondered on that thought while he wandered around the rest of the house, not quite as interested in the other rooms, but the layout was pretty simple and wouldn’t take him long to get used to it. Finding Eliska now was back on top of the list of things to do now he wasn’t side tracked, and he trudged back upstairs to the master bedroom. Reaching her room, he did naught to announce himself, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his chosen jeans, his hair only just on the verge of being dry now and looking much softer than it had earlier. Staring at the redhead, he broke the stare to look around the room before exhaling heavily through his nose. Now was a chance for him to actually be thoughtful for once.
”You uh… Hungry at all?”
Wasn’t his most tactful way of admitting he was starving after the transformation earlier, but at least he wasn’t demanding food. Shrugging like it was a casual question, he wriggled his toes in anticipation, his gaze soon falling back on the woman after his awkward little question.
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Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { well-rested; starving; relatively calm }xxxＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { Eliska's home }xxxＣｏｍｐａｎｙ: { "Eliska.." }
#8B4500- Thinking & #5E2612- Speaking
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ Color Me Fubar I wanted to get you something to cheer you up, and so we can start the drama between mr demon and mr grumpy gryphon~
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 3:59 pm
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x⋋“You can sacrifice and not love. But you cannot love and not sacrifice.”⋌ - － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － - ¤ ELISKA ¤
I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
Having collapsed into the chair, Eliska had used the last of her reserves to show the gryphon around the house and to his room. She was dead on her feet, the little unicorns propped up on an ottoman while she read her book. As the hours passed the daylight dimmed and faded away, but she was easily able to ignore it by flicking on the lamp next to her. It was quiet and she assumed Griffyn was either resting, sleeping or exploring again. Whatever he was up to, she was just glad he seemed to enjoy the place. Or at least, he hadn't grumbled about it or looked angry, so she took that as a good sign. Hopefully the sea would help soothe the cranky male and cheer him up some. It had to be terrible to wear that collar and be stuck, stared at by strangers, and while Eliska needed him to stay for her own purposes, she trusted his word that he wouldn't just fly away and leave her alone. Perhaps it was foolish to trust him, after only knowing him a day, but she had little choice in the matter. She could hardly control him, unless she kept that horrid collar on, and the young woman just didn't have the heart to do that to him.
After a little time had passed in the dim light, her grip loosened on her book and her head tipped on her shoulder. She would have quite the crik in her neck sleeping like that, but she was exhausted and didn't have the energy to go across the room in her bed. The redhead was just as dead asleep as the griffin in his own room, though she hadn't slept for as long as he had. She was used to little sleep, after all, and catnapped when she had the chance to make up for restless, painful nights. Too tired to even dream, Eliska only woke up when she heard someone talking to her. Used to it being the fire demon, the only one who was ever in the house with her, she started and stared up at the griffin, briefly confused as to what was going on. Once she woke up, she rubbed at her eyes to clear them, as well as give her brain a moment to catch up to everything. She wasn't sure if he was asking because he wanted to know if she was hungry, or if he was just hinting that he wanted food, but oddly enough, she appreciated the question in the end. No one had asked her such a simple thing in a long time and she gave him a thin smile, nodding.
"Yes, I could definitely go for something to eat," she admitted, realizing that she actually had an appetite for once. Maybe it was all the exercise she'd gotten, inadvertent as it had been. Or maybe it was just having company, someone to share the food with. "Did you enjoy your room? I hope..." About to push herself up from the chair, her voice trailed off and died as a gust from the fireplace, previously unlit, heralded her unwelcome visitor. The flames blasted, hotter than any human furnace, out of the grate and into the room, threatening to engulf the entire area and everything in it.
They were sucked back up into the fireplace in the next instant and a figure stepped out from them. Tall, handsome - he clearly wasn't human, but was handsome enough that most women, and men, wouldn't have cared. Eliska, however, wrapped her robe tightly around her and tried to shrink in the chair. Not that it ever mattered. "Go away," she whispered, out of habit.
He simply chuckled, looking over at the new male askance, eyebrow raising in a silent question. "Come now, I have not seen you in a week and that is how you greet me?" he asked in amusement, taking a few steps closer to the girl. The brands on her body burned brightly and she pressed her lips together to keep from making a sound, tears of pain dripping from her eyes despite herself. She never could keep from crying at the pain, but was too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of crying out. "And who is this new fellow? I am Borvo, I am sure Eliska has told you all about me. Have you not, darling?" The question was asked with a warning grin, revealing fanged teeth that were sharper than any human predator's.
Eliska just pressed her lips together in a tight line and looked over at Gryffin beseechingly, silently begging him to get rid of the demon.
N o i r Wafflesaurus ooc // Yay for mr demon! Here's his pic: Borvo
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 5:46 am
There was a glimmer of hope in the male’s eyes as Eliska admitted she could go for something to eat. While Griffyn wasn’t going to freely jump for joy and admit that his little plot had worked, it was a good turning point for the male to see that he could indeed get a positive result by showing consideration for someone else. Maybe being considerate of the woman’s feelings would get him more positive results in the future too? Was there actually something to being a thoughtful person? Almost lost in his abstract thoughts, it wasn’t until the temperature of the room increased drastically and flames threatened to engulf the space that Griffyn realised something wasn’t right. Frowning slightly, his forehead creasing only a small amount as a rather attractive male appeared from the fire. Studying the male, Griffyn took in a few details. He didn’t have a strong jaw like himself, and he didn’t seem as physically impressive, but yet the man had the strong aura of a demon. He supposed a demon didn’t need to look physically intimidating when they had their own special kind of magic and elemental control.
Seeing a movement out the corner of his eye, Gryf noticed that Eliska had curled into herself in a most defensive manner. It was what the young hippogriffs and gryphons would do when an elder was demanding respect and authority. The usual feeling of wanting to fluff himself up and appear larger was taking over, and while it did nothing aside from change the tufts on his ears and make his strange black hair strands stand up, his eyes did narrow dangerously as the marks on Eliska’s feet and lower legs flare up. Standing his ground, he assessed the situation. This fire demon was powerful, and he had a cursed hold on Eliska. He could bring her pain without much thought and… Growing upset upon seeing tears stream down the face of his Mistress, Griffyn lost all resolve upon being addressed by the cocky male and grabbed the closest thing to him and threw it - an ornamental apple went flying through the air, narrowly missing the demon named Borvo’s head. Walking to the fireplace boldly, Griffyn picked up a poker and made his way back to the redhead he was sworn to guard, his eyes not leaving the demon as he circled him with a warrior's stance reminiscent from times long past.
”Είμαι Griffyn, ευλογημένη θεματοφύλακας της παρούσας παρθενική.”
He spoke in his native tongue, his ancient language and status from his island revealed to the demon.
”You will not harm this woman while she is in my care, δαίμονας.”
Griffyn could see the distaste in the fire demon’s eyes. He was in Borvo’s territory, standing up to him while coming between his ‘property’ and himself. Griffyn didn’t see it that way. He saw it as he was protecting an innocent soul from a torturous demon. His deeply devout kind were all blessed at the same sacred grounds as their fathers, and their father’s fathers. Good vanquished evil, and while they weren’t angelic creatures or even messengers from God, they believed they carried his good will and imbued their weapons with holy symbols and soaked them in holy water. His belief that with the strength from above - be it one deity or multiple - wouldn’t waver, and he wasn’t going to back down without a fight. It was nothing but by sheer luck that Borvo backed off. Griffyn had been mildly surprised that the demon had even considered stepping back, but whether the demon was unaware what Griffyn was, or was just playing dumb, it was a win in the blonde’s books. With adrenaline and blood rushing through his ears, he didn’t even hear if Borvo made any parting remarks before engulfing the room in flames once more to announce his exit. Giving the strangest of quiet sounds - it was like a growl of a lion with a warning cry of an eagle - he huffed, stamped his foot, and flicked back his hair. He’d only wanted to eat, what was so damned difficult about having that request fulfilled? Slipping the poker through a belt loop so it hung on his side, he turned his gaze to Eliska, his calm poker face returning.
”Was this satisfactory?” Stepping closer to the woman, putting himself completely between her and the fireplace, he turned his gaze down to her feet and frowned ever so slightly. There was the smallest hint of concern on the male’s face, especially after seeing just how much pain could be inflicted on the female. Seeing a woman cry was something he never liked seeing, and seeing the woman that was giving him shelter, clothing and food cry was making him feel worse than in the past. Maybe it was because of the strange circumstance in which they came together?
”If you need to move, I can assist you.”
Turning his gaze away, he huffed through his nose gently, his voice rather soft. Again, it was an act of concern that made him offer, and it felt strange to the man, but in order to protect this woman from the demon, he had to at least show he could consider her feelings, as strange as the concept was to him.
translations:
- "I am Griffyn, blessed guardian of this maiden."
- "demon."
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Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { ruffled; annoyed; hungry }xxxＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { Eliska's home; her bedroom }xxxＣｏｍｐａｎｙ: { "Eliska... and a rude appearance from a rude demon man." }
#8B4500- Thinking & #5E2612- Speaking
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ Color Me Fubar he's trying to be thoughtful omgggg give the boy a treat XDD
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 8:56 pm
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x⋋“You can sacrifice and not love. But you cannot love and not sacrifice.”⋌ - － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － - ¤ ELISKA ¤
I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
The entire thing seemed to go by in a blur. No one had ever stood up to the demon before - and he threw an apple at his head. Staring, almost forgetting the pain in her surprise, Eliska watched as the griffin threatened the demon, who looked both displeased and disgusted. And then...angry? Pressing her lips together tightly when the pain increased tenfold, her hands clenched so tightly that her fingernails cut into her palms. If Borvo said anything, sure that he had, the young woman wasn't able to hear him. There was a buzzing sound in her head as she tried to calm down, the pain not leaving like it normally did. Only the pain from the cuts in her palms was distracting her and she tightened her grip. Maybe it would help, maybe the pain would stop if there was pain somewhere else...
When she heard Griffyn's voice, it brought her back to herself somewhat and she slowly released the death grip she had on nothing at all. Her palms were smeared with blood, but she couldn't even feel it. Breathing hard from the pain, Eliska looked at him dumbly, as if she wasn't quite all there. Her expression was glazed over and she started to cry, unable to help herself. She hurt, all over now, and she so rarely cried it was embarrassing and a relief all at once. Then the image of her bodyguard threatening a demon with a fake apple took hold in her mind and her sobs turned to giggles, which turned into full-blown laughter as she went just a little bit hysterical. It was such a relief, to have someone chase Borvo out. She'd thought that it could never be done and it was! The griffyn just - just chased him out! Threatened him! Relief and possibly just emotions getting the better of her had the young woman laughing for a few minutes, before she started to cry again. Now she didn't even know why and wanted to hit herself.
"Y-yes, I can't walk," she admitted, stammering it out as she tried to calm down, her face flushed. She never wanted to admit weakness and was more than stubborn enough to hobble downstairs to the kitchen on her own - she had done it plenty of times in the past. But it hurt, badly, and she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was draining, having some sort of small victory over the demon that tormented her. "I owe you f-food," she added, sniffling a bit. Raising her hand to wipe her face dry, Eliska blinked when she saw the blood, as if just realizing that it was there. Flexing her hands slowly, she bit her lip, feeling even more foolish.
N o i r Wafflesaurus ooc // sorry it's short and sucky >>;
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:14 am
Blood.
It surprised the male that he didn’t notice the scent sooner, especially while standing in such close proximity to the redhead. Griffyn put it down to the sudden influx of tears that came from nowhere clouding his nose, the adrenaline still coursing through his system heightening his senses, which only further confused him when sobs turned into hysterical laughter. While he didn’t exactly blame her for crying, the laughter confused him, and he cocked his head to the side. Was this some kind of reaction to the demon’s presence? Could it be a reaction denoting relief that for the time being, she was safe from the handsome demon? It wasn’t until she spoke and wiped away at her tears that Griffyn noticed the metallic scent of blood overtaking the salty smell of tears. As keen as he was to get fed, he was still her guardian, and guardians took care of the wards they had to protect.
”Stay put. Please.”
Again Gryf remembered to add the polite end-piece before leaving the bedroom to duck into his own. Pulling out a pouch that had resided in the depths of his satchel bag, now finding a home in his nightstand drawer, he found an old tunic top from before the shopping trip and tore the hem off it.
Reappearing in her room appearing to be chewing something, he knelt down in front of Eliska and took her hands. Removing what could almost pass for a ball of chewed grass, he split the ball in half and gently pressed it to her bloody palms. Gently massaging the green herbs into her hands, he took the remains of his shirt fabric and wrapped her hands up to keep the paste in place.
”Don’t remove the bandages for an hour. Don’t get your hands wet. Food can be postponed, your safety is more important.”
Sounding more like a clinical, no-nonsense guardian than he had so far, Griffyn stood up and pocketed the remaining torn shirt fabric and the satchel of herbs.
”I’ll take you downstairs. I can eat fruit until you cook.”
While his sentence still sounded very much like the demanding Griffyn he so far presented himself to be, there was traces that he had the potential to change. Waiting until his Mistress was ready to move, he lifted her up into his arms without much effort. Holding her gently with an arm under her knees and another supporting her back - classic princess style - the gryphon trekked carefully down the landing to head… pretty much anywhere comfortable. The sitting room adjacent to the kitchen ended up being his destination, and with a lot more care than Eliska might have been expecting, he placed her down on the couch to fossick around in her kitchen.
Ironically it was a couple of carrots from inside the vegetable crisper in her fridge that were found, and without much care for manners, he wandered over to the breakfast nook to munch on one of the carrots. It was a few moments of quiet before he plodded over to a chair closer to Eliska, sitting down while crunching on his chosen snack.
”I need to visit a church.”
Hair falling around his face and framing it as he leaned forward in a most intense manner, he let his blue gaze dart to her marked feet before going back to her eyes.
”A Catholic one. Or a blessed man. If I can get holy water and a number of other items I can protect you properly. And a place to get things carved into metal. Or tools so I can do it myself.”
Crunching down the first carrot, he started on the second one while waiting to see what her reaction was. While a Catholic church was the better option given its span of faith, if he could at least get holy water from somewhere it would be a start. The rest he could do himself with a hammer and metal chisel. Even a very strong pair of rocks would work. He just needed to get some choice phrases onto some weapons and he’d be alright.
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#8B4500- Thinking & #5E2612- Speaking
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ Color Me Fubar small post as well! woo! XD
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 11:57 am
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x⋋“You can sacrifice and not love. But you cannot love and not sacrifice.”⋌ - － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － - ¤ ELISKA ¤
I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
When he told her to stay put, Eliska looked up at him, looking slightly confused as to what he was doing. She did as she was told, though, if only because she wanted to see what he was up to. It was embarrassing that he'd seen her cry - he was the first one to see her do that in years, in all honesty, and she figured that he thought she was even weaker than he believed before. Looking down at her hands and pursing her lips, as it was the first time she'd done something like that to herself, the young woman looked up when she heard the griffin return. He was chewing something and she blinked when he spit it out. Was it...grass? It smelled funny to her and she wrinkled her nose, feeling like she might sneeze, but it never came as he wrapped the stuff on her hands. It felt weird, having him massage it into her palms before tying the cloth around it, sort of like bengay on her skin. Hot, and then cold, and then warm again. Sort of soothing, and she wasn't as disgusted as she thought she would be having something he chewed on her skin.
Eliska nodded obediently at his orders. It was odd to see him bossing her around in this manner - like he cared, rather than just being grumpy about it. It was...well, it was sort of nice, even if he was only doing it because it was her job. No one had taken care of her in a long time and she let him pick her up, feeling strange when he gently picked her up into the air. Nestled comfortably in his arms, she didn't say anything while he took her downstairs. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to say in this sort of situation, and figured it was best to just be quiet if she wasn't sure. As he set her down on the couch, she put her feet up on an ottoman, feeling oddly nice and comfy despite what had happened. Normally after an encounter with Borzo left her anxious, shaky and hiding in her room. Now she felt...strangely relaxed, looking around the room, confident the demon wouldn't come back. At least not anytime soon. He probably would try to figure out how she'd managed to get a griffin and what he was to her. The demon was possessive and jealous, so he would likely assume Griffyn was more to her than just a bodyguard. Not that she cared what he thought.
Looking over at the male when he came in, eating a carrot and clearly deep in thought, Eliska blinked in confusion at his sudden pronouncement. He knew what he was talking about, though, she believed that. She'd bought him to keep her safe and if he said these were things he needed, then he would get them. Hell, he could say he needed a highwire and a acrobatic set of twins and she wouldn't question him. "All right. There's a church about an hour from here," she told him quietly. "I...I can't go in anymore, but you can get what you need there. Would you rather do the carvings yourself? I can get tools if you want that," she continued, looking down at her lap briefly when she admitted she couldn't even go into a church. Any holy grounds just made her curse flair up, so she couldn't even use the protection of sanctuary to avoid the demon's power. "Umm..." Eliska trailed off, suddenly uncertain as to what to say. Should she thank him? He was doing his job, so maybe that would be insulting. Still..."Thank you, Griffyn," she finally said, even quieter than before, giving him a small sort of smile.
N o i r Wafflesaurus ooc // i love these babies
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 2:29 am
A snort sounded from Griffyn as Eliska admitted she couldn’t step foot into the church nearby. While he wasn’t as religious as he once was, and could accept that everyone had their own beliefs, he still found it quite appalling that someone would curse and control someone to such a point that they couldn’t step into a place of sanctuary. Chewing the last half of his second carrot as she agreed to get him what he needed, his eyes had to turn away from her as she thanked him for helping. Starling blue eyes stared at the third carrot in his hand as he heavily swallowed the remains of the second, and silence fell for a good few moments.
”I was only doing my job...” His voice was rather silent compared to his usual confident speech, the last carrot in his hands suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. ”but...” and he shut his eyes and exhaled gently ”you’re welcome.”
And the carrot was promptly bitten into.
Getting to his feet to stare out a nearby window as he finished his snack, silence fell over the room, the air thick but not with tension. It was obvious the man was thinking heavily of what to do next, and it wasn’t until well after the last carrot was swallowed that his voice sounded again.
”If you can get me to the church, I can get what I need without you needing to step foot inside.” Turning around slowly, he walked back over to the redhead and plopped himself in a chair near her.
”I can do the carvings if the priest can’t, or can’t name someone who can.” Leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees, he clasped his hands together, blue eyes focussed on the woman. ”If I have to carve things myself, I would need a place to set up. Which… Would be a holy one.” Looking away momentarily, he ran a hand through the hair that hung around his face. ”If there’s a place outside I could use, one where you won’t accidentally step and injure yourself… It would be appreciated. If I could use the natural materials on your property too, that also would be appreciated.” Finally it seemed that the gryphon was learning some manners, given he was asking to take over parts of her property rather than just demanding she hand them over.
”In all honesty… I don’t want to tell you what I’m doing.” And the blunt form of speech returned at full force. Or so it seemed, until he continued on. ”I don’t want that hot-headed demon trying to get information out of you. It’s safest for you to only take me to places I need to visit. You will find out in due time. I do not want you to be subjected to more torture just because he thinks he can get his own way by force. Because he won’t.” The forceful way that Griffyn said ‘won’t’ at the end of his sentence was perhaps the only indication to how upset the creature was at this whole situation. He was a guardian creature through and through, a creature of strength and myth, and a being made of magic and evil was causing great pain to an innocent. If he had his family with him that demon would have had no chance, but being on his own… Well, he knew he would do his family proud.
”If you don’t mind me asking, Eliska.” The greatest surprise aside from his manners was the polite use of her name. ”But what foodstuffs do you tend to eat? While I eat fish and poultry, I prefer red meat as rare as possible. If this upsets you I do not mind eating outside. I will eat vegetables, preferably raw.” It was a very lowkey way of dropping a hint that he was still hungry even after his snack, but by the man’s train of thought it was a way of letting his Mistress know his dietary needs. ”You may ask me anything, I am not afraid to answer your questions. If it helps you live more comfortably with me in your home, I will share what needs to be shared with you.” The strong commanding tone of his voice had calmed down into a gentler tone, one more suited for general conversation. ”Is there anything you wish to tell me? Do you have a routine you follow? Anything I need to learn to suit your lifestyle?” It was the only way Gryf knew to be ‘conversational’ - ask questions and get answers. It hadn’t failed him so far.
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Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { mildly curious; little bit hungry; thoughtful }xxxＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { sitting room near kitchen }xxxＣｏｍｐａｎｙ: { "Eliska... Just Eliska." }
#8B4500- Thinking & #5E2612- Speaking
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 9:33 pm
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x⋋“You can sacrifice and not love. But you cannot love and not sacrifice.”⋌ - － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － -- － - ¤ ELISKA ¤
I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
His entire demeanor was a surprise to the woman and she watched him, partly out of confusion, partly out of curiosity as to what he was going to say or do next. She hadn't expected him to say 'thank you', really at all, or even acknowledge it. For him then to actually ask if he could do things, instead of what she expected - bossing her around and telling her what he needed and what she was going to give him - well, she didn't know how to react. Partly because Eliska didn't feel that he had to ask. After all, he was doing these things to help her and keep her safe, not out of some odd whim or habit of his own. So while she wanted to interrupt and tell him that he didn't have to ask her for things, she didn't. Maybe she realized that it was out of character for him, or at least, from what she'd seen so far. Instead she gave him a small smile as he finished his questions, feeling like it was an awkward attempt at a conversation that had ended in an interrogation instead. Not that she minded. It was sort of funny and right then, she needed funny.
"First of all, you can use whatever is on my property," Eliska told him, after a moment. "Honest. You don't have to ask permission for whatever comes up in the future. I...don't get to really go outside anymore, so you don't have to worry about me accidentally stumbling into a...work area, or whatever you want to call it." She tried to shrug it off, but it hurt. Not to be able to go on walks, enjoy the fresh air without sitting practically in a window or in a car...things she'd taken for granted her entire life were just sucked away from her and she hated it. And hated the demon - but she feared him as well. "So...don't worry about that either. The outside is yours to use as you please. If you have to do anything inside, just let me know where and I'll be sure to keep away from it." Tucking some hair behind her ear, she'd picked up on his hint that he was hungry - after all, he'd said he was before the damn demon had arrived away. She felt bad that she hadn't even gotten around to feeding him by now.
So she pushed herself upright and then to her feet. Normally an action that took just a few seconds for someone else, but for Eliska it was an agonizing few minutes until she was balanced on her slipper-clad feet. It brought tears to her eyes to do it, but she was stubborn, and used to doing it on her own. Letting out the breath she always held when having to put weight on her feet again, she tried to relax her shoulders and began to shuffle to the kitchen. It was easier to do that than walk normally, lift one foot, put it down, etc - sliding around like some invalid old woman with bad knees didn't hurt as much, although it was really just a marginal difference. Some days she didn't even notice. "I don't really have a routine anymore. I like chocolate ice cream," Eliska told him, abruptly changing the subject. It was obvious, hopefully, that she didn't want to talk about her life, or what she considered the pathetic excuse for one she had. "You eating rare meat, or fish or whatever else, it won't bother me. I don't think. If it does, I just won't eat with you when you do that. But it doesn't upset me. I like lots of food, to be honest. I don't eat a lot of fish myself, but I like salmon. There's lots in the fridge, I can make us something for dinner and I usually order groceries to be delivered." She liked her privacy, but it was a concession she had to make - otherwise she'd starve to death instead of having to go out more. Now she was in the kitchen and gripped the counter of the island for some support as she moved to the fridge.
"I have chicken breasts, and I know you saw the vegetables. I can cook those and you can have the chicken as raw as you want it," Eliska offered, taking the packages out and putting them on the counter nearby. She wouldn't mind pan-frying it all together, it was easy and better yet, easy to reheat. Her stomach wouldn't usually let her eat much, always upset from stress and worry and pain, so she liked things that she could eat a little bit at a time and not worry about it going bad. Otherwise she'd waste so much food she'd get even crankier over it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 10:36 pm
The answer Griffyn got wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting. Permission to use what he needed, yes. But to be given absolute control over what was on her property, including using whatever he needed, and creating his workspace? Yeah, Griffyn hadn’t been expecting that level of freedom. He knew his role when he’d been purchased - to guard, to protect - and he had known it would come with some limitations, like not having as much freedom as he was used to. But sitting down, staring at this redhead that had now given him everything but freedom, the creature didn’t know how to react, besides twitching his feathery tufts on the top of his anxiously.
"I like chocolate ice cream."
The change of topic shook the gryphon out of his thoughts, and his gaze followed the woman as she shuffled her way to the kitchen. She was in pain, and that pained him. The curse upon her was sickening, hurtful. Evil. He was going to do everything in his power as one of God’s defenders to give her the life she deserved, and give her all the chocolate ice cream she could eat. He’d never really had ice cream before, only gelato; surely it was similar in taste?
Getting up from his spot to follow his ward into the kitchen, Griffyn watched her grip the counter for support and his brows furrowed. Surely there was a way he could make life easier for her, without taking away her independence, but there were limited options without literally carrying her everywhere and making her feel useless, and invalid. Spacing out slightly as she talked of food, he snapped back to the conversation at hand now that she was speaking of feeding him. While red meat that was basically raw was alright, same with freshly caught rabbits in his true form, chicken was a different story for his weaker form.
"I will have the chicken the same way you would." Looking around for a brief moment, his eyes settled back on Eliska with a bit of a bored expression. "Unless I catch the chicken and eat it there and then in my more impressive form, this one won’t handle raw chicken. Red meat is fine if it’s on the raw side as long as it’s fresh, but I will eat all other meats cooked through to avoid illness." Flicking some wayward strands of hair off his face, it seemed like his earlier demeanour was starting to come back through. Wandering to the stools that surrounded the counter, he settled himself down so he could see out the window, but also watch Eliska at the same time.
"I will sit here while you cook. I will help if you need it, but I will also be planning what I need to create. If you have anything in here I can use to write, that would be helpful. Just tell me where I can find it, I will fetch it myself." Leaning back on the stool cautiously, one leg crossing over the other as he crossed his arms, Gryf waited for Eliska to give him the information he needed. He wanted to sketch out the holy space he would need to create, and work out how large of an area he would need to set up. The blessed items were his priority, without them, there was no way he could get his blessed space. No blessed space, no blessed weapons. No blessed weapons?
No dead demon lord.
And no saving Eliska like he promised.
Blue eyes continued to watch Eliska while his mind pondered on his earlier thought. There was one thing he could do to get her outside and not be in pain, but it was very demeaning. Still, maybe it would show he was able to be thoughtful. Exhaling heavily, sounding a little horse-like in doing so, he figured it would assist Eliska in relaxing some more, and every great warrior could put aside their pride to make an innocent happy.
"You can remove your bandages now, by the way. Your cuts on your palm should be healed now."
Shaking back his hair again, he quirked up one of his brows with an expression of ‘yes, I’ve been counting the time’ painted on his face. The cloth tunic bandages should have done their job, and while it hadn’t been exactly an hour since he’d placed the herb paste on her palms, the self-inflicted wounds should have healed by now. If not, they would just be angry red marks and would subside by bedtime. Tapping his foot a little, the fireplace poker that he’d shoved through the belt loop of his pants quietly bumped against the stool he was on. It wasn’t a great weapon, but it was all he had right now in case that handsome jerk of a demon Borzo made another appearance.
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Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { hungry; thoughtful; restless }xxxＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { kitchen, sitting on the bench }xxxＣｏｍｐａｎｙ: { "Eliska... Just Eliska." }
#8B4500- Thinking & #5E2612- Speaking
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