*Flying in with the storm at its back,a form outlines the sky.It plummets,not slowing at all,and lands in a pathetic heap at the base of a tree.A femal gryphon staggers,standing finally.Her body is a deep purple,almost egplant.In contrast,her flight feathers glow in gold.Her right wing sways at an odd angle,and silvery blood courses down her body.She limps to the lead male and tries to bow.>>> -- Secret Haven

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Subject: *Flying in with the storm at its back,a form outlines the sky.It plummets,not slowing at all,and lands in a pathetic heap at the base of a tree.A femal gryphon staggers,standing finally.Her body is a deep purple,almost egplant.In contrast,her flight feathers glow in gold.Her right wing sways at an odd angle,and silvery blood courses down her body.She limps to the lead male and tries to bow.>>>

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Mischa

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Date Posted: 20:23:34 03/14/01 Wed

Greetings,wise leader.I heard your need for sheilding,and I do not wish to brag,but I studied the craft for two years.Although I have never actually done the work in all its seriousness,I hope to assist you.I tried to beat the storm,and it battered me some.

*She licks a paw absently,her shoulder muscles curving.She is very delicately built,like a young,lithe lioness. There are threads of gold in her dark purple coat.Turning,her eyes are peculiar.One films over in complete blindness,the other one,indigo in color,glitters intelligently.She smiles wryly,and flops sadly to the ground.Wincing,she notices her wing.*

I'm afraid its broken.Iv'e studied shields,yes,but never healing.Do you know of any herbs that can ease the pain?I would be able to concentrate better.I am terribly sorry to be so incredibly rude and imposing,my kind sir.But I am afraid I had no other choice.This storm is a bad one. The cries of many are heard in its broad wake.Look.

*She nods at her tail,which,as a result of the storm,has now a green flame dancing along its ridge.She grins again,very wryly.*

It doesn't hurt,but I am not used to it.And this storm can do much more.I am lucky to get away so unscathed. May I assist you,in any way possible?

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