Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-39357791-20190830204247

The gryphon fell to the ground, bright crimson red dying its brown-gold feathers. It coughed weakly, its claws scrabbling at the dirt. It fell still and closed its eyes.

Agatha was shocked. The gryphon- Giyelle had killed it for no reason. She squinted, trying to see if there was a ring of black feathers around its neck.

The creature that was Giyelle landed next to it. She glanced over it, then nodded her head, swooping off again. She had killed the poor thing just for the fun of it. Agatha could only stare.

Suddenly, it opened one eye, then the other. It wobbily stood up, and lightly touched its side, which had been brutally sliced open. The gryphon tirned its head and sniffed the ground, then headed for the inn. A ring of black feathers circled his neck.