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Your young character has met up with some particularly annoying Grandesque youths intent on harassing you. Try to fight them off (you might even get some cool scars) and escape; then go and tell the Queen himself of your exploits.

He didn't know quite how this had happened. One minute he was scarfing down meat from a kill he had made with a few of his fellow Skrekrills, and the next, there was utter chaos- a storm of Grandesque gryphons had descended upon them in an instant. To his frustration, a pair of owl gryphs teamed up on him, hissing and growling as they clawed at his eyes and throat with their vicious talons. But two could play at that, and he was a Skrekrill, he could hold them off! As the tiger striped one seized one foreleg in a vice grip, he screamed a battle cry and swiped with the other, trying to gouge eyes out. Just then, though, a dark shadow passed over them- Adoerak, coming in to lend aid, and Bellicose from another angle. Though the latter was distracted by yet another Grandesque, Briggen's attackers realized the odds weren't in their favor and backed off. Wounded, Briggen glanced around to see the fights breaking off as each aery began flocking in the directions of their respective home. Wincing against the pain of the slashes hidden by his breast feathers, he took to wing as well, ashamed that he hadn't triumphed, but also filled with the thrill of battle for the first time. He would report to the Queen when they arrived home; Maud would surely want to hear every detail of the fight.

It's the same battle Ciameth illustrated some time back. I figure big skirmishes like that don' happen every day, and I might as well piggyback Briggen on Kiya. Hope nobody minds!

Tiberius (front) belongs to
Aren (left) belongs to
And Briggen (right) belongs to me!

Description
Your young character has met up with some particularly annoying Grandesque youths intent on harassing you. Try to fight them off (you might even get some cool scars) and escape; then go and tell the Queen himself of your exploits.

He didn't know quite how this had happened. One minute he was scarfing down meat from a kill he had made with a few of his fellow Skrekrills, and the next, there was utter chaos- a storm of Grandesque gryphons had descended upon them in an instant. To his frustration, a pair of owl gryphs teamed up on him, hissing and growling as they clawed at his eyes and throat with their vicious talons. But two could play at that, and he was a Skrekrill, he could hold them off! As the tiger striped one seized one foreleg in a vice grip, he screamed a battle cry and swiped with the other, trying to gouge eyes out. Just then, though, a dark shadow passed over them- Adoerak, coming in to lend aid, and Bellicose from another angle. Though the latter was distracted by yet another Grandesque, Briggen's attackers realized the odds weren't in their favor and backed off. Wounded, Briggen glanced around to see the fights breaking off as each aery began flocking in the directions of their respective home. Wincing against the pain of the slashes hidden by his breast feathers, he took to wing as well, ashamed that he hadn't triumphed, but also filled with the thrill of battle for the first time. He would report to the Queen when they arrived home; Maud would surely want to hear every detail of the fight.

It's the same battle Ciameth illustrated some time back. I figure big skirmishes like that don' happen every day, and I might as well piggyback Briggen on Kiya. Hope nobody minds!

Tiberius (front) belongs to
Aren (left) belongs to
And Briggen (right) belongs to me!