BambooFoxFire

An older, wood door creaked open with a groan that sounded shatteringly loud in the otherwise silent hall, garnering a small cringe from the figure pushing it open to peak into the dimly lit room beyond. Sand-colored eyes carefully scanned the dark corners of the space, listening with keen ears for the tell-tale shifting of metal mail or other attire, but all was silent but the faint flicker of torches along the wall. He grinned in self-assurance and pushed it open only slightly more, squeezing inside and tip-toeing across the stone floor silently. All of his senses were alert and admittedly he felt a sense of exhilaration that was barely

  Foniks had been finding the reeking feathers and hearing the roars of the beast distantly and seen the unusually nervous flightiness of prey things in the last many days that she had been out hunting. At the time, all of these things that pointed towards a Gryph enemy had not concerned her. She did not need feathers of Gryphs.   They were big but they were not anything pretty or important enough to ponder over right now. No, no. Her own muted feathers were much, much nicer. She preened at her own coat of browns and darks, smoothing feathers so they catch the wind in the best ways to make her agile and strong on the gusty currents. White f