|This may be my best drawing of all time!!|
|From the world of Cyrin comes a tale of love, courage, and perseverance...|
In the midst of chaos in the bloody clan war between the bronzes and the greys, an unusual griffin pup is hatched. He faces challenges no other griffin could imagine, for on top of living in exile as the result of an unorthodox union, his very life is being threatened by unknown evil forces. As the rift between the Del'nurth and Nirocelt clans grows ever wider, it is up to him to find the one responsible for the griffins' strife and bring an end to the war...
before it is too late.
His name is Blaze.
And this is his story.
|I generally save this folder for the best art I find, including pieces I like from friends. There's a lot of great artists out there who definitely deserve to be recognized. Keep up the good work, everyone!|
EagleFlyte 'Clans' contest entryThe sun began to set on the Forest of Fangs, bathing the treetops in beautiful orange and red light. All appeared peaceful, but looks alone were deceiving. Perched on the tallest branch of a dead sycamore tree was a griffin, not just any griffin. He had experienced terrible things in his life which left him scarred emotionally, but did nothing to dampen his will. He had come to the forest searching for the one responsible for the deaths of his parents which he witnessed firsthand. His name was Blaze.and The-Huntress-20
The same shadowy foe had also pinned the two local griffin clans against each other in a brutal and uncompromising war which had been going on for years. She was no ordinary foe, her name was Thirah, and Thirah was a vampire. She was responsible for the war, and all of the mysterious deaths around it. In order to keep the war going, she would lure adults and even young griffins away with her seductive charms and powerful illusions before proceeding to then kill them. Her tactics were savag
Loose Ends (story for EagleFlyte's contest)
"Just a little faster, you almost got it!"
Riva flaps her wings until they burn, running into the wind then with it over and over until she collapses at her mother's feet. Pichan smiles down at her pup.
"You're flapping to hard, let the wind carry you."
"I can't do it, momma. Can we go home, please?"
"After you spend hours begging me to take you out here? Absolutely not!"
It had been months since the famine had ended and Riva was having trouble adjusting to all the greenery. She was hatched during the clan wars and knew nothing but famine and bloodshed ever since her early days, however now was a time of peace and with peace her mother could focus on teaching her pup to fly instead of spending her time searching for nonexistent food sources. Some changes came easier than others however…
"Just one more try, I'll give you a boost if you want."
Without hesitating, Pichan picks up her pup by the scruf