BD/A gryphon female, captured by hunters and sold to the people of Radu
From Create Your Own Story
You limp along with the other captives, all of them two-legs except for the dragon. Your legs are hobbled to keep you from running away, a strong rope binding your left front leg to your back right. You tried biting through it when your captors weren't looking, but even your sharp beak barely made a mark in the tough fibers. And if that wasn't bad enough, the beastly two-legs have clipped your wings, cutting off all your beautiful black flight feathers and leaving only the bristly quills. Animals.
You shudder as you enter a suffocating cave made from large stone blocks, cutting you off from your Mother Sky. Without the clouds and the wind and the wide-open vastness of the sky, you feel like you can't breathe. They can't make you stay here -- you'll die.
You pass through a pair of large wooden doors bearing the musky scent of a large dragon in his prime and into a wide chamber with a high, vaulted ceiling. It's still not the sky, but you no longer feel like you're suffocating. You catch the scents of many creatures in this room, though most are old. Only a few remain, all of them two-legs. Your captors remove the rope that binds your legs and leave, closing the heavy doors behind them.
One of the two-legs moves toward your group and makes ugly, garbled noises. You assume it is the two-legs language, but it's hard to tell. After a moment, the two-legs moves away again and the two-legs in your group begin to make noises at each other.
