Utoche listened intently, and he wasn't the only one. Yingir was listening with secret eagerness in equal measure, though she didn't dare turn around and let Hileosa know she was taking every word into account, clinging onto her voice as greedily as she used to to her mentors when an apprentice-in-training. She couldn't remember the last time she heard of such a disastrous ending to an entire species.

 

The Pegasus, meanwhile, took in her words with more sympathy than the icy gryphon. Well, maybe someday, you'll find more Angel Dragons in the world? he suggested gently. I thought the American Pegasi were the only winged horses in the world, until I came to Europe and discovered that the birth of my race actually took place in Greece - and in the vilest of ways! Although not all Pegasi are related to this single ancestor, we still share the same history. Maybe that's the same for you. Just because you can't see it, it doesn't mean it's not there. He paused. That's advice humans don't follow. To thousands of them, we don't - shouldn't - exist. You came down to earth because you hated your kingdom. What made you think you were the first, or last?

 

 

OOC: Nooo, Larg!

Well, Yingir, a Nordic gryphon, and Utoche, a Native American Pegasus (heh heh), very recently left their camp in a forest to make their way towards something called a "Myth-Market", supposedly a safe trading haven for mythical monsters such as themselves. A kirin shapeshifter (transforms into a human) called Britten has chosen to accompany them, while a young Angel Dragon by the name of Hileosa (of whom is also genderless) also decides to tag along. Meanwhile, lurking further back in the forest, is a Basilisk named Styx and a three-headed Hydra that goes by the names of Aeval, Aine and Asrai. Currently they are still waiting where they started. The daytime is morning and the season is summer. Hope this helps. ^^

 

 Utoche was about to continue speaking until he realized that it was Yingir's turn to speak. He felt slightly nervous that she might lash out again at the young dragon, and was actually preparing himself to defend Hileosa in case the gryphon launched another verbal strike before she started speaking. 

 

"Cold one?" Yingir remarked aloud, without turning around, and continued weaving her way around birch saplings still with soft trunks. "That's what you've decided to call me now?"

 

Utoche gave a warning snort and secretly warned her, Yingir...!

 

But the gryphon ignored him. "Well, since we're on the subject of storytelling, I might as well have a go at it myself. My name is Yingir, and I'm a Nordic gryphon. My homeland is Norway, although, in my youth, I have frequently visited her neighbouring countries - and beyond." She paused to let the words sink in. "My ancestry is like my entire kind's - we originated from the Middle-East - but unlike Utoche here, I was able to, thankfully, retain a contact with the rest of my race of almost all breeds. I was educated by my family, then was p*censored*ed onto a stricter but more secretive training apprenticeship for others who wished to study the art of magecraft. Ever since I became ready enough to become a... well, sort of a priest - an apothecary is more accurate - I decided to travel, where I picked up Utoche in America and resued my servant Mel in Britain." The gryphon stopped in mid-pace, frowning. 

 

 "Now that I come to think of it..." she said quietly, where she turned around to face Utoche. "Where is Mel?"

 

 

OOC: Bump. I'll post as soon as I can.

 

OOC: Omg timing fail. :c I'll try to post soon as I can, sorry guys! I'm being caught up by several different things at once...

 

Utoche gave a thoughtful flaring of his nostrils, as if surprised by her question. I admit, I haven't seen everything of my country. But yes, it changes with the seasons. My homeland is vast and gr*censored*y, broken by mountains. To the south are dusty plains. To the North... well, I haven't seen so much there. But it is beautiful; quite different, and yet quite similar, to Europe. He snorted. What about you?

 

 The grypho gave a small, brief smile at the dragon's outburst, surprising herself by feeling amused rather than irriated. Now she was interested.