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Desperate TimesThe thundering of hoof beats pounded through the night, scaring the smaller animals back to their dens and causing the nocturnal predators to leave their attempt at a meal. Deer darted between the trees as if they were chased by fire, pushing each other out of their way, not caring if they threw their brethren to the ground. Moonlight shone through the canopy to light their way, showing the carnage left in their wake. Gradually the sound of the herd faded into the night, leaving a deathly silence on the woods. Smaller animals began to creep out, unsure of what just happened in their otherwise peaceful worlds. The deer were not known to be awake at this time of night, and it had everyone on edge.
A young velvet gryphon perched in a tree above where the herd had run, watching intently at the strange sight. It shifted its weight, curiosity coursing through its mind about what could have scared a whole herd into such a flight of fear, and at this time of night. Looking back up the trail th
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