10-14-2018, 10:33 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Select few were the numbers, those permitted appendages that may lift them within the air. They had thought little of such when they had been but a child, tales spun of things that seemed serpentine, bodies elongated and given the structure of wings, bones like fingers connected by a thin membrane, fire caught in the throat. Little was there, however, nothing to attract them towards thoughts of dragons for they seemed little more than lizards given extraordinary size, even the wings they boasted given only superficial means, many within the stories all too lazy to arise from the mounds of treasure they gathered about themself.
But the griffon. Feelings had stirred within their chest upon first hearing of such, this creature that boasted a mix of an avian and a felidae, as unlikely as the draconic beasts they scorned but fantastical in a way their mind revelled within. Though time had tempered such things there was no lack of feeling, wonder caught in a heart grown cold to such ideas, ever lingering want.
“My, what do we have here,” silken words, lips curling though those eyes, dark depths alight with something almost cruel and wanton, spoke volumes above false friendliness.
But the griffon. Feelings had stirred within their chest upon first hearing of such, this creature that boasted a mix of an avian and a felidae, as unlikely as the draconic beasts they scorned but fantastical in a way their mind revelled within. Though time had tempered such things there was no lack of feeling, wonder caught in a heart grown cold to such ideas, ever lingering want.
“My, what do we have here,” silken words, lips curling though those eyes, dark depths alight with something almost cruel and wanton, spoke volumes above false friendliness.