Spastic Crayon
Indigo's birthday is coming up! What are you looking forward to most in the event?
| Flatsales! |
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31.8% | [ 7 ] |
| Auctions! |
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4.5% | [ 1 ] |
| Raffles! |
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4.5% | [ 1 ] |
| Contests! |
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13.6% | [ 3 ] |
| Games! |
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9.1% | [ 2 ] |
| Eating Indi's Birthday cake! -cough- |
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36.4% | [ 8 ] |
| Total Votes: | [ 22 ] | ||





A mother griffin, torn between saving her mate or her own precious young. A raging storm screaming overheard, the wind tearing at her feathers, ripping at her face. The mother stood over her clutch, trying desperately to see her mate through the rain. She screeched a call, but it was drowned out by the storm. The mother nudged her eggs under the safety of a tree, shifting them safely inside the hollow, blocking the entrance with her bulk. Rain pelted her in sharp droplets, stinging her eyes. The griffin called again, her eyes filled with fear. She didn't know what to do. She loved her mate. She wanted so desperately just to stand up and look for him. But the risks in leaving her clutch were too great. Her eyes welled up with tears as she knew that she must stay where she was. Wait out the storm until it was safe to leave her eggs for a moment. The female curled up around her eggs, blocking out the wind, her back facing out. She laid down her head, trying to at least get some rest while the storm howled outside. 

















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