You can’t stop the change,
any more than you can stop the suns from setting.
He throws Noah a friendly smile as he approaches the gate, even offering a wave that hides the trembling of his hand - not that the griffin can do much in return. Stepping onto the metal bars along the side, he lets the assistants direct him as he chuckles a low whisper to the man, "I apologize in advance for any pulled hair." Zavien will try his best, but in the heat of the moment, he can't promise that he won't accidentally rip the hair from his back.
Under the impression this is all for good fun and games, he starts by adjusting himself towards Noah's neck, tucking his feet around the wing joints to hold him in place. However, the moment his thighs wrap around the broad shoulders, he feels every muscle of tension, alarm bells firing from every corner of his brain, panic threatening to settle in his chest. This doesn't feel like the stance of someone here to enjoy the show. This feels like a beast ready to drop him from the sky.
Zavien braces against the thick mane of fur, wrapping his hands around chunks of hair as he lowers himself down, his own body going onto high alert for whatever schemes the griffin has. Instinct has him reaching for the lifeline in his gut, a quiet, desperate prayer reaching out to the spirits of the world, Please don't let me fall.
Then the chute is opening and the world explodes in movement - up. Cursing quietly, Zavien's muscles coil tight, hooking feet beneath wings and thighs clamping tight around the seat he's found. His abdomen solidifies protectively, hunching him close enough that he can practically taste the griffin's mane where his hands are clamped firmly into clumps of hair. And then he prays, doing his best not to look down as Noah twists to the side. He shifts with it, resisting the force of each motion by leaning into the holds he has, hoping they don't fail him.
Zavien channels a spirit to stay on then holds Noah's mane for dear life.
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit during a time of crisis (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Under the impression this is all for good fun and games, he starts by adjusting himself towards Noah's neck, tucking his feet around the wing joints to hold him in place. However, the moment his thighs wrap around the broad shoulders, he feels every muscle of tension, alarm bells firing from every corner of his brain, panic threatening to settle in his chest. This doesn't feel like the stance of someone here to enjoy the show. This feels like a beast ready to drop him from the sky.
Zavien braces against the thick mane of fur, wrapping his hands around chunks of hair as he lowers himself down, his own body going onto high alert for whatever schemes the griffin has. Instinct has him reaching for the lifeline in his gut, a quiet, desperate prayer reaching out to the spirits of the world, Please don't let me fall.
Then the chute is opening and the world explodes in movement - up. Cursing quietly, Zavien's muscles coil tight, hooking feet beneath wings and thighs clamping tight around the seat he's found. His abdomen solidifies protectively, hunching him close enough that he can practically taste the griffin's mane where his hands are clamped firmly into clumps of hair. And then he prays, doing his best not to look down as Noah twists to the side. He shifts with it, resisting the force of each motion by leaning into the holds he has, hoping they don't fail him.
Zavien channels a spirit to stay on then holds Noah's mane for dear life.
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit during a time of crisis (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Zavien
