Post by nature on Apr 5, 2008 21:03:09 GMT -5
Opal stood on the hills, her head tilted toward the sky. The stars were beautiful. The griffin's gray feathers and fur had a sheen to it in the moonlight. She always wondered why her fur was more gray then anything. Most griffins were more in a golden color. She did have golden brown strikes but, to her at least, it did look slightly odd.
She continued to stare at the stars above. She felt herself lay down on ground, her brown eyes keeping skyward. Right now for the young griffin, things were so peaceful.
She continued to stare at the stars above. She felt herself lay down on ground, her brown eyes keeping skyward. Right now for the young griffin, things were so peaceful.