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Toms' farm is a area that the breeder Tom owns. THe land has a large grain field, a nearby river for him to fish, his house and homes for the griffin he has. The main farm house is where the breeder lives as he never set foot inside his house since 3 years ago, the reason is unknown to all, even his favorite griffins and the leaders.

3 years ago he was friendly to all humans and animals but nobody knows why but he became hateful to almost every human, he only tolerates the militaries presence but seems to be a fanatic of animals still. Every night he lights a candle and sets it infront of his houses front window.

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Ying yawned shortly and ran up to Tom helping him clean up. "It's a beautiful night tonight, besides our unwanted guests." He rolled a barrel where it was normaly and sat down smiling.

Ying shook his head no. "No I didn't, but I did see a few things taht I thought were intersting." He wnet on rambling about deer and a few new birds he'd never seen before but in the middle of it he stopped. "I did find a griffin's feather though. It was floating down from the sky." he didn't mention that he had a seen a blur in the sky before he found the feather. He had thought it was a hawk or something. He stood up and bent his head around to under his wing. He started moving through his feather with his beak and pulled out the fetaher. It was brown form the bottom to about the middle. The rest was black with a painted white tip.

Ying blinked rapidoly a few times and watched Tom leave. He shut the barn doors and screeched telling all the other griffins it was lights out time. He flapped his wings along with soem of the other griffins and the lights went out and they all laid down for the night.

(s**t what was my mate's name, I haven't used them in awhile and forgot, you remember? I'm horrible with names.)

Ya Chao walked around camp wakeing up the Night Strikers who had been lazy all day. "Get up, the ones who earn their sleep get to have it. Go and move those logs or do something useful. Now." She said in a upset tone. A few of the screechers were talking and she walked over to them and poked her head in their ring. "Hi, what we talking about. I just wnat you to know that we'll have alot to talk about when those humans come marhcing in and put all in chains." She said the human partto the end in a harsh tone causieng them to spread their wings and jump into the air heading to their posts. "Ya Chao calm down." A oice came form behind her and she smiled turning around.

As the screechers went off to take their postions one of them screeched out and looked around. She thought she had heard another griffin call to her so she started a roll call. "Lola here as one!" The other griffns called out streatching her hearing she heard all the wya down to 6 and then nothing. She hadn't heard the voice she had before. "I'ms so tired I' hearing things." She mumbled ot herself. Something moved through her feathers and a ivry green snake perched it's self on her head looking out around him. "I heard it too. drop me down and I'll look about." lola nodded and the snake slitherd down her front leg down to her talons where he wrapped around her talon and she flung him down with great force. He landed on a tree branch with great aim looking about him. A colorful bird flew off squacking as it flew out of fright when he landed.

The snake heard Tom again and jumped form tree to tree. He finaly cam eot Tom and dropped down and landed on Tom's wrist lightly coiling around it. "Why hello there sir, you seem to be molting very badly." He looked up into the sky and Lola was above them slowly desnding.

The snake hissed at him loudly. "Stop running you wingless bird!" He normaly brought all beings back to birds since he was always around them. When even his strict voice failed he rolled his eyes and bit Tom. His venom was not deadly but it did slow Tom down and caued him to become calm. "That's better." He looked up just in time to see Lola decending. When he unravled himself Lola had landed and he went right into her feathers. "So she wasn't lieing."