RaptorShade

Gryphon sat on the dew-laden grass with his back to the forest. He was deeply unsettled by the morning’s stillness. No bird sang its waking song. No breeze danced across his scaled body. Not even the brook flowed with its usual vigor. The dragon glanced unsteadily at his surroundings. Everything just felt… tense, and he didn’t like it. With a huff, he got to his feet, feeling the soft, wet ground squelch beneath his black claws. He stretched out his wings, spanning forty feet, and shook out his powerful body, the morning sunlight catching on the droplets that clung to his purple-scaled hide. “Good morning, sunshine,” a sleepy voice called from behind, “you’re up early.” Gryphon let out a surprised growl, the black plumage on his head ruffling up as he whirled around to face the newcomer. “Shit! Tundra, don’t do that.” He grumbled, padding up to Tundra and touching his muzzle to the others. Tundra let out a hearty chuckle and returned the affectionate gesture. “Sorry Gryph,” he