Flapping your wings high into the summer's sky, you soon reach the home of your kinsmen, the griffins. "Welcome, winged-friend." They say to you, spiraling around you're wings. "Come, sit, relax...make a nest of your own."
The griffins reside high in the mountain, far above the other mythicals. If you wish to make your own tt, within this section, post the URL and wait for a reply from the leaders of the griffins.
King of Griffins: ~Sanctus Firewing~ [Firewing]
Queen of Griffins: ~To be chosen~
A young female gryphon,barely out of the hatchling stage, flies in.She is the firey red-gold of the first sunset.Her light grey eyes contrats sharply."Hi all.I'm young,just on my wings,may I stay with you?"> -- Deecha, 20:36:10 06/11/01 Mon
Name:Deecha
Age:8 or 9 in people terms
Appearance:Akward and gangly,she is nonetheless possessed of a firece and oddly sweet beauty.Her plumage is shocking red-gold, and often not well preened. Thin,she will soon develop(she hopes) into a wonderful,lithe young gryphoness.In contrats to her flames,her eyes are the grey of an approaching storm cloud,and often shine with stubborn hope or bravado.
More stuff coming later,because I have to go ride.
