Gilda
Griffons
Acolyte Griffon
I'm half-eagle, half-lion and all awesome!
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Post by Gilda on Feb 16, 2016 20:41:35 GMT -5
If Gilda had ears, they would have turned and flicked wildly, like a radar dish on the fritz. Did this grass-eater just call me 'a brat', she processed as she took her stein of cider and slowly turned back to face the unicorn. "Oh!? Did hear that right, 'brat' was it?" She said, her feathers fluffed while wings just ever so slightly splayed out. She snidely looked around, at no one in particular, but as if to suggest others should get a look at the bravado of this pony. "How about this 'brat' snaps that horn from your dumb head and jams it in your-"
"Is my cousin causing problems, as usual?"
Great, Gilda thought, Stygg was here. This night was surely to get so much better with her around. Though, now she had to back down, there was, after all, a essentially, a queen, in their midst. Likely to send half the guards over here if a fight broke out with her in the midst of it.
"Ha-ha, Stygg... how pleasant it is to see you here." Gilda was clearly choking out her words. "How's your dad - oh, right, sorry. Touchy subject." She grinned devilishly to Stygg, then elbowed Nul. "This is my dear, dear cousin, Stygg Whitefeather. Princess- ah, or is it Queen now that your mother is in mourning? I could never keep all that royal business straight. Anyway, say hi, Mutey." She teased, in between shooting dagger glares at Fantasy.
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Nul
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Post by Nul on Feb 16, 2016 22:11:54 GMT -5
As Nul was elbowed he ignored the elbow to his ribs and he gave the griffon a short wave as he finished off another pint. As he looked at the Griffon he felt a wave of nostalgia hit him, had he seen this griffon before? With a long hard look he simply shrugged it off as he looked to Glide and wrote down a message on some paper "Careful you, unlike me I know you cant handle a drink like that" he said with a smirk picking some fun on the pegasus that had helped him up.
At the same time his ears flicked to listen in on Gilda and Stygg's conversation. He couldn't help but have a feeling that he knew this Stygg somewhere before he just couldn't place his hoof on it.
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Post by Iron Hide on Feb 18, 2016 9:26:45 GMT -5
Hide relaxed somewhat when they excused they headed elsewhere, feeling a little lucky that the commotion had stirred up so much attention. He definitely didn't come for questioning, more so for the food and update on whats been happening in the world after becoming somewhat of a hermit for quite some time.
After watching the possible chaos die down he continued to the table and picked out something to eat before finding a quieter location to watch and listen from.
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Post by Glide Heart on Feb 19, 2016 16:44:58 GMT -5
Glide raised an eyebrow with a doubtful laugh as she read the note scrawled on the paper. "Oh I can't hold my Cider?" she gave extra emphasis on the I. She shook her head gently and gave him another, more forceful elbow to his side. "You wont be having to worry about my drinking, you ought to worry more about this griffon. She seems to know you my friend." she motioned her head toward the griffon now occupied by apparently her cousin Stygg. She recognized Stygg almost immediately and wondered what she was doing among the riff raff down here.
Glide's eyes went wide several times at the comments made by the unruly griffon, how in Equestria could she speak in such a way to a powerful griffon like Stygg! Though from the way she spoke and acted toward literally everypony else Glide shouldn't have been very surprised. Her comments were very uncalled for though. Glide wanted to step in since she held such high respect for Stygg, but thought it best for her personal safety to stay out of it. Otherwise she may end up like her friend Nul did with a tankard to the side of the head. So instead she stood quietly beside her friend and watched as events played themselves out.
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Post by Fantasy Script on Feb 21, 2016 6:13:19 GMT -5
Script was ready and rearing to butt heads with the unruly chicken when another griffin stepped in diffusing the situation. Giving the new arrival a quick once over and noting the pointed comments of the little brat told him all he needed to know.
“Lady Whitefeather.” He nodded respectfully to her, stepping back from the confrontation.
“I take it this is her usual behavior.”
Sighing heavily he drained his cup of cider. He was kind of disappointed in a way. He didn’t hold much illusion that he could just beat the uppity featherduster but a good old-fashioned brawl had sounded almost nice right about now. As it was, with actual royalty amongst them he would have to refrain from antagonizing Gilda further, even though the chicken was doing her level best to be as obnoxious, disrespectful and downright rude as she could be. He understood perfectly well that some beings did not do social, he was one of them, but this… this… child was taking the cake. No matter, it wasn’t his place to educate her. She would find her master sooner or later and learn that a big mouth needed a bigger bite to back it up.
“What brings you into the mids of the grunts?”
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Feb 29, 2016 18:28:36 GMT -5
((Skipping Retort, cause I got nothing to add with him.))
Stygg casually rolled her eyes as Gilda attempted to ruffle her feathers with the ill-advised, and outright rude comment about her father, she had expected such a response, Gilda always liked pushing buttons. Though, in this changing world, she was still a constant, the same old Gilda, crass as ever, and her bitterness and spite only seemingly have grown with age - in some ways, it was a relief, a homage to a bygone time as fledges back in Royal Rocks.
"You never change, Gilda." Whitefeather cavalierly responds, letting Gilda's words roll off her back with royal grace. "And Stygg is fine, think we've known each other long enough to forgo titles. Oh, for me?" She teased as she snatched the mug of cider from Gilda's talon and taking a large gulp from it. With a satisfied sigh, she slammed the mug back into Gilda's chest, which caused the rowdy griffon to fumble with her talons to catch it.
By now, Stygg realized the yellow unicorn had addressed her, "Oh hello." She politely nodded, "If I had to listen to another stuffy politician ramble on about new trade agreements, I'd of drowned myself in the river." With that, she looked back to Gilda, who stood slightly aloof beside the pony she had called 'Mutey, as if she was looking for a way out of this encounter. "Yes, Gilda is the black-bird of the extended family. Though, I hear we have her to thank for driving back The Adversary; one of the four heroes reincarnate - something along those lines, correct?" She inquisitively, "Disappointed to hear about the Winged Medallion, though honestly, surprised you didn't pawned it years ago."
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Gilda
Griffons
Acolyte Griffon
I'm half-eagle, half-lion and all awesome!
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Post by Gilda on Mar 2, 2016 17:18:49 GMT -5
Gilda was clearly unamused by Stygg's interruption, more so after she took her drink from her and decided to swap spit within the mug. Not only rude, kinda gross, and the disgust washed over Gilda's face as she stared down at the half-empty mug in her talons. "Thanks..." She chucked what was left onto the ground, near Stygg's hindlegs, hopefully getting some on her dress-uniform.
"Yeah, whatever, Sticky." Gilda murmured after each veiled put-down directed towards her from Stygg, "Just living up to my legacy, you know us Dreadwings. Just remember, If not for a few little things, I'd be the prissy princess of Royal Rocks. And I wouldn't have let some two-bit silver tongue get the better of my family." She coldly said, a tinge of resentment in her voice as she bumped Stygg with her shoulder. "And another thing, where in Tartarus were you when the Adversary was breathing down my neck feathers?" She turned and prodded Stygg in the chest with one talon, "Scythe too busy protecting your royal butt to bother to actually help fight? Maybe since your father dying and city burning made you suddenly too timid to actually lead now. If I were you, I wouldn't let some stuffy Admirals or whoever tell me what I can or cannot do because of silly succession rights. The dammed Pony Princess's were there; you're letting some overgrown hay-munchers make you, and the rest of us, look weak. So go ahead, get your snarky little comments out, everyone can have a good ol' laugh at 'Gilda the vagabond, the sell-sword, the hot-headed', but least when it actually mattered, I was there helping lead the charge while your fattening rump was sitting back from afar, safe and snooty. Enjoy the party, your majesty." She flicked Stygg's beak with her claw and turned towards Nul. "Wanna bail? There's too many griffons here, cramping my style."
As Gilda begun to walk away, she shot one last look back to Fantasy then mimed with a talon snapping a horn off her own head, then pointed to the unicorn in a threat. She shoved here way through a group of distracted ponies busily engaged in a conversation. "Move it, dweebs."
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Nul
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Post by Nul on Mar 7, 2016 4:38:20 GMT -5
He had actually listened to this whole conversation blinking. "Well then these two certainly are siblings" his button poked him however and he sighed knowing what that meant, another trip back to Hoofington. With a sigh he turned the mug upside after her drank it as he sat it on the table and produced a note "I'd love to but my new benefactor whats me to head on back, try not to blow up any more buildings while im gone" he produced as he smiled at Glide producing another note "It was good to see you again" he stood up a little shaky, maybe he did have a mug too many as he staggered off pinning his cloak around his neck.
He turned around one last time almost completely out of Ponyville as he sighed and pulled his hood over his head and left, he was on his way back to Hoofington.
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Post by Iron Hide on Mar 14, 2016 0:18:26 GMT -5
Iron kept mostly to his own drink, occasionally stepping over a few ponies to find a quieter part near a building, he felt a little to open here despite being in what remained of the place. Yet couldnt leave, for now listening in on information, simply gathering what he could as to what all had happened recently with his absence. It seems hed missed alot over the years.
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Post by Glide Heart on Mar 17, 2016 14:08:19 GMT -5
These bickering griffons upset Glide quite a bit. She knew how they could get when their blood boiled and she knew it was best to be as far away from possible if this powder keg went off. As Nul turned to leave she chuckled gently watching his stagger about "Look who can't hold their cider now friend. Safe travels I suppose" she added just before he turned to leave. Unfortunately now she was alone again in her old city with ponies and griffons she didn't know. Perhaps she should return to her own ship as well soon? Wait a minute, the thought just occurred to her. Why the heck wasn't the rest of her shipmates here! They are defiantly the celebrating type and it wasn't like them to miss such a party.
Deciding now was the time to fly the metaphorical coop, Glide downed the rest of her cider and got up to back away from the quarreling griffons. Whatever beef they had with one another was one stray feather away from starting out a brawl. The other drunken and merry ponies would defiantly follow suit. Who doesn't love a good brawl? Once Glide was at a safe distance she stopped and looked around wondering if she could stop any more familiar faces in the crowd.
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Post by Fantasy Script on Mar 20, 2016 11:26:16 GMT -5
Watching the ponies, and the feathered brat, leave one after another hailed the end of the argument in Script’s mind. He was surprised to learn that Gilda actually seemed to have had a key role in defeating the Adversary. If he had been asked what he thought she had contributed, he probably would have wondered if her temper came from peeling too many potatoes… though on that account he wondered if griffons even enjoyed potatoes… A question for another day.
Turning fully towards Stygg he truly looked at the feathered female, now no longer trying to keep a steady eye on Gilda. He would freely admit that he had trouble differentiating griffons if they didn’t sport distinct differences. But having studied Gilda long enough he could at least see a faint resemblance and differences.
“Lots of bad blood between you two?”
He sipped his cider slowly.
“Not that it’s any of my business.”
He trailed of slowly, wondering what to say now. He wasn’t exactly much of a conversationalist. Lucky usually did all the talking for him. It was almost embarrassing how much he depended on Lucky’s company by now.
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Post by Mortar Retort on Mar 22, 2016 1:31:02 GMT -5
Glide found herself close to a very ill appearing azure stallion with a fez and large wooden pack on around his barrel, who laid uncomfortably fallen in the dirt, hoofing lightly at the soil and air like an injured animal trying for a life’s last grip on the earth. His head bobbed up and down of its own volition as he reached out to the Pegasus. ”You… you good mare?” He slurred, he appeared clearly incapable of holding his cider, or perhaps he had gotten ahold of a salt lick from some unscrupulous pony of the party. ”Can you help me up? I’ve seem to have accidently ingested a tad too much Natron, so everything is somewhat spinning at the moment… and I may have lost some kidney function.” The stallions pallor turned a somewhat sickly yellow as he hick-upped and tried to stand between fits of groans, “Also, I’ve seem to have lost the use of my legs, which isn’t too odd for me, but never like this…” He groaned as he tried to stand, before he collapsed in a fit of laughter.
The stallion, whose eyes finally seemed to focus, glanced over to the Pegasus mare near him, still hugging the ground, ”Escaping the party, ay? Yea… Not feeling very social myself.” He muttered, ”After the battle, not really feeling much of anything, truth be told – though that may be in-part from the Natron.” He chuckled, then groaned as his head swam. ”Ugh, alchemy is a such a double edged sword…”
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 28, 2016 17:21:28 GMT -5
Stygg took Gilda's beratement with a stoic composure, as she let her vent, unwaved by her insinuations and insults. She stood with military bearing, until Gilda brought up battling on the front-lines. That line caused her to stir, wings shifting uncomfortably while Gilda ended her tirade and left. One of Stygg's talons angrily scratched against the ground as she watched Gilda pushed herself through the crowd, but once she was out of sight, Stygg sighed and turned to address Fantasy.
"Something like that," She said somewhat dismissively. "And no, it's not. Though if you must, read on Whitefeather the 2nd and 3rd, that'll tell you everything you might want to know." Her reply was a little more cordial. She turned away from Fantasy and the others to take up a drink from the cider table, downing a tankard in one, less-than-royal-like gulp. "It's been fun ponies, but I must be getting back. Enjoy the rest of the festival. Goodnight."Stygg spread her wings, which caused several nearby ponies shuffle away in surprise from the sudden wing intrusion. With a jump and a strong sweep of her wings, she was in the air and away as she flew back over near the Town Hall.
((Will be skipping Gilda))
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Post by Iron Hide on Apr 2, 2016 16:51:24 GMT -5
With things slowing abit, or atleast to the stallion, Iron made his way abit further from the crowds, he got his fill and was updated abit on the worlds events atleast. Abit more up to speed, and not liking to be in such a crowd of people, not to mention the military presence made him uncomfortable already. He'd head away along a quieter road and back to the wilds.
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Post by Glide Heart on Apr 2, 2016 21:37:11 GMT -5
Glide was quickly taken aback by the sudden appearance of the azure stallion. She blinked several times looking at him laying on the ground, perhaps he had had just a bit to much to drink? when the stallion called out however she realized his voice was slurred. Momentarily confirming her thoughts. she carefully walked over to the stallions side at his request, she reached over to help him stand still curious about who this pony was. He spoke of ingesting Natron and mentioned the loss of kidney function. Unable to help herself she blurted out "well drinking too much cider would do that to your kidneys. As to ingesting Natron, why the heck would you intake that much sodium!" She shook her head gently as she spoke, the poor fool was dehydrated after ingesting so much sodium carbonate decahydrate.
"As to the use of your legs, a few tall glasses of water ought to fix that issue." She began to yammer on about the neurons and sodium channels and the flow being disrupted by high amounts of sodium in the body. She threw the stallion onto her back and began to carry him back to the tables to get him some water. She turned her head slightly replying to the comment about escaping the party. "Just talking a quick stroll down memory lane friend, reliving the times before the war." Shifting his weight on her back she turned her head forward again approaching the tables. His weight was a relatively easy haul for her, she could thank her training with the griffons for that.
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