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Date Posted: 10:37:38 05/26/05 Thu
::Nashota,:: he said. ::Run - NOW!::
And with those words Wesimbi, son of the Dragon King and prince of the Forbidden Hills, rose into the air and his wings were like thunder. He did not wait to see whether or not Nashota would obey; he had to trust that she would trust him. And as he took to the skies above the Arrow he was followed by a good number of the gryphon guardians, and he knew that in his physical form he was no match for their speed. Hoping that Nashota would remember his instructions and keep her eyes on the Gate, Wesimbi set himself free. His body flexed, folded, and disappeared and the gryphons found themselves face-to-face with the Dragon-King's son in his power, a raging torrent of fire and wind spreading enormous, indistinct wings. Wesimbi screamed and the sound was like the tortured hissing of a river caught by an unstoppable blaze.
Wesimbi did not want to hurt them. The gryphons had ever been trusted guardians and royal escorts, and they were very powerful. They had much influence over the waking world below, stealthy enough to let their interference go unnoticed, carrying the King's bidding to the utter ends of the earth.
But now they were in rebellion. A gryphon attacking the fire-prince was an unthinkable travesty, not to mention their arrogance in assuming that their combined power could defeat him.
In truth, the gryphons had very little idea of the power of the race of mountain-princes, phoenixes born in fire. Wesimbi was not by far the greatest of his race to fly the winds of the Dragon-King's world, but he had spent a long time in dormancy and when the red rage of battle came upon him he was mighty indeed.
And yet he sought only to distract the gryphons; to singe some feathers here and distort a few flight patterns there, to keep them thinking that they could surround and defeat him. He had only to give Nashota time to reach the gate.
Concentrating fiercely on the eighty-two gryphons pouring at him from all directions in the air, Wesimbi failed to notice the eighty-third, who landed on the ground running, bearing down upon the running Jellicle with terrifying speed.
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