Mlp Griffon Oc Novels & Stories

It had taken me forever to heal from the marks the Base had left on me. The teenager spotted Diesel and started to walk towards him to reveal that he was just like the rearing statue in the park. The skin on his torso melded into more black feathers that spanned out to create the body of a griffon. His four legs were scaled and had huge talons on each one, the nails patched black and white. More scars had torn their way through the griffon body and were clearly visible since the feathers did not grow back around them. He had scars twining up his legs and around his flank, where a tail grew.

Gasps were heard and another series of buzz ensued. Frostscale griffins are rare but golden frostscale griffins are almost impossible to find. Especially during the current season. They were smaller in size, barely an arm’s length, but were more elusive and had stronger ice breath in their kind. They are considered higher in quality. I’m sure no one expected me to bring such a good hunt. I’m just glad that my younger days as a hunter in Eviera paid off, I still have my tracking skills. I turned to glance at Keldor who was staring at me in shock and gave him a smile. He knows what that means now. I hope this somehow earns his respect to some extent.

A picture of him in his military uniform, the nameplate beneath it read General Griffin, former commander of the Moonshadow Pack. Different awards on the wall. Before I could warn, the two men were sent flying toward me, but I moved quickly, dodging their heavy bodies. My remaining men looked at him in shock. They all attacked. Griffin then took a deep slow breath and let his wolf come to the surface. His wolf was higher than any of my men. He didn’t wait. He lunged, fangs and claws clipping and slashing my men. One of them tried to let his wolf recede, but Griffin’s jaws clipped his neck, and with a forceful pull and a vigorous shake, his neck was snapped.