Originally posted by mycoreisdark
''Well, that's good then. How about a griffin?'' she hopped off of her horse and landed in the deep snow. ''Alright Connor, I know you know your way back to the palace, and I know that you're tired. So you can take your time, I'll meet you at home. Alright?'' Lori took a heavy looking fur off of the saddle and wrapped it around herself.
The horse named Connor nodded.
''Yes, Your Majes-- Lori. Thanks.'' Connor seemed to smile then trotted off.Lori turned to Dinin. ''You know what a griffin is right?''
name-Emily
last name- Jagger
race- Gypsy
mother- died of the flu
father- doesn't know if he's alive or not
age-18
occupataion-Theif/ escape artist
home- was born deep in the woods of Narnia, but her great grandfather was from Egypt, and found his way into Narnia, and brought his family.
school: never had to go
personality- known for her wit, and her sweet smile she is also known for her short temper and her habit of not being patient with other people. she travels constantly, and usually alone.
Looks- sun-kissed skin, coffee colored eyes, full pink lips, slender, stands at 5'6 thick black hair that falls about 2 inchs past her shoulder. has a small tattoo of an egyptian eye on her right shoulder and another tattoo of a broken chain wrapped around her left ankle.
Emily awoke in a large branch high in a tree. Her leg dangled elegantly as she slowly placed her back againts the tree. She wore a nude colored, and tattered dress tied in place with brown leather strings. A small black satin bag was placed over her shoulder. Her feet were hard, from never having shoes. She would climb down the tree slowly, her body carefully arching over the branches, and her hands gripping hard as she swung down onto the ground.
She would walk on the leaves, branches, thorns, and etc towards the stream. She smiled as she knelt down, and dipped her hands into the cold crisp water. Slowly she would wash the cold water over her face and arms.
Originally posted by mycoreisdark
''Very.'' she smirked and climbed on his back, sitting just behind the wing-joint. ''Griffins are fastter than Horses anyway...Let's go then.''
Dinin flapped his wings and took off. "Where are we going?" He yawned. "I hope theres someplace to eat and sleep..." He grumbled on and on.