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Giggling Harmony
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It is here I will grow then! I will be the grandest of gryphons, like She wanted! I am Dol-Kree and I will live by any means!
A few years roll past. The time flies, as I do. I've subsided on prey from the cunning rat to the humble shaggy coated sheep that roam the plains to the south, I am master of my domain.
But I am alone. Daily, I soar high as I dare and cry my name for all to hear, for any to answer with their own. None respond. The urge to leave and find others gnaws away at my mind, not even other gryphons, just anything to speak to, to win victory from.
Gryphons crave glory! We are the proudest of creatures, and rightly so! Kings of the Sky and favorite of the suns creatures. Life is good here thought, I have a food source, the stream runs clean year after year.... I even have this nice jutting of rock to sleep upon and gaze out at my land.
I fear I am going mad. Day after day after day, fly and hunt, patrol the edges of what is mine, challenge any and all to try and take it from me. Why do I feel unfulfilled then?
(Sorry the art is a bit shotty, I'm drawing far outside my comfort zone right now)
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