FizzGryphon

The sun had only just begun to peak over the horizon, bringing with it the light of morning. It illuminated the backs of three individuals, casting their feathers and fur with a soft gold. The tallest among them was a massive Torvo Verian, her pelt a patchwork of blacks, greys, and bright orange and red. Next to her was a Prairie Kukuri with long black feathers and dark points on her limbs and face. The third, then, was the smallest of the three. He was primarily tan and black, but feathers which rivaled the Kukuri’s in length erupted from his tail in a dazzling blue plume. Their names were Flameheart, Spell, and Tide respectively. They currently stood outside a cavern entrance nestled on the slope of a mountain. Spell stepped forwards, sniffing the air. “I’m sure I saw it go in here,” she insisted to the other two. “Come on, let’s go in. If you both don’t want to look for that thing, then you can probably look for whatever else it is you’re interested in. But I’d appreciate the