by MotherMother » Mon Jul 17, 2017 10:04 am
kalon name;; Pablo
what do they collect;;
"Pablo! It's not worth it! Turn back!" A voice urgently whispered. Pablo glanced over his shoulder and flashed one of his rare, sharp toothed grins.
"You got what you wanted, now let me get my prize." Pablo crept into shadows.
"You've got a hundred already!" Daikos snarled, eyes darting around the cavern, weary of being attacked.
"124, actually." Pablo smirked, proud of his admirable collection.
"We'll be eaten!" Daikos grabbed Pablo's arm, pulling him back.
Pablo ripped himself free. "We will if you keep whining. Go on without me, I'll meet you back in the village."
Daikos hesitated, not wanting to leave his companion. But the sacks of gold and diamonds were weighing him down, he was tired from the long day of sneaking around the network of caves to find the beast and rob it. Daikos nodded and disappeared.
Alone, Pablo turned and crawled back towards the giant heap of fur rising and falling with each slumbering breath.
The gryphon was gigantic. Which made sense, a small creature could never collect and protect such an impressive arrangement of gems and jewelry. Being a collector himself, Pablo couldn't help but appreciate the gryphons talent for the hobby.
The day had brought him and Daikos great riches. But that wasn't enough. Pablo had his own collection to add to, one more honourable than the boring gems that the gryphon guarded. No, Pablo was after a grander prize. His eyes fixed on a feather atop the beast's head, wavering gently in its breaths. It was a magnificent feather, one of the best he'd ever had the privilege of laying his eyes on. It started off green at the base, then turned a beautiful aqua, and stretched long enough to curl under its own weight as it ended in a sparkling purple. He just had to have it.
Silently, daring not even to breathe, Pablo reached the beast. He touched its wing, which rested elegantly on the cave floor. It didn't stir. Ever so slowly, he clambered onto the wing tip, so small compared to the beast that he was no more than a tick. His size helped him, for the gryphon didn't notice him hiking up its back.
And there it was, the breathtaking feather. Reaching his paw out slowly, carefully, and with expertise, he plucked the feather from the beast's head.
It awoke with a roar and flung him off. Pablo screamed, and scrambled into one of the countless tunnels. Dazed from sleep, the gryphon spun round to find its attacker. Hooting with joy, Pablo sprinted out the cavern, winding through tunnel after tunnel, adrenaline coursing through his body. He had it. It was worth more than all the jewels and treasures the gryphon guarded, more beautiful than a sparkling diamond.
When he found Daikos and showed him the feather, even he had to admit it was beautiful. Pablo placed the feather at the top of his arrangement, the centre of the throne that was his joy in life.