If you own no gryphons you may still roleplay with a made up gryphon of your choosing. Make sure that said gryphon is one of the current 3 races available and that they are , of course, wingless and fit the world setting.))
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Every year when the trees turned their leafs to brilliant reds, yellows and oranges and the winds grew colder you could count on the dark thorny woods to reappear. This was nothing alarming or new to gryphon culture as the woods had existed and displayed this behavior for as long as history had existed. What was new were the appearance of masked gryphons dancing a strange waltz through the winding trees and tangled thorns. They did not seem to notice the environment around them yet some how were able to avoid dancing in to trees or scrapping against thorns.
Talk had spread about the strange enchanted gryphons appearing with in the disappearing woods and many curious gryphons had decided to see the spectacle for them selves and many tried approaching the haunting dance floor but were shooed away by thorns that shot out of the ground deterring anyone from getting close.
That was, until some of the masks started to slip off their enchanted captives faces.
Simultaneously as this strange event started to occur the thorns gave way allowing access to curious gryphons to join the waltzing gryphons if they choose.
Pixie usually didn't bother to explore the disappearing woods when it miraculously appeared every October. Instead, she usually spent this month making treats and having fun. However, the appearance of gryphons waltzing through the woods elevated her interest more than she would openly admit. This wasn't curiosity for the fun of it as much as you could say she was concerned. Magical things happening weren't something you could say happened every day and she wanted to get to the bottom of this.
The purple gryphon stood at the entrance of the dark thorny maze of trees and sighed. Admittedly she was scared. The question still hung in the air if entering these woods would enchant her and force her to join a dreaming waltz.
But Pixie was a gryphon and pride and courage came with such an obligation. The purple gryphon set aside her personal fears and entered the tangled mess that claimed to be woods. She was careful with each paw step to avoid the sharp thorns while keeping an ear out for the music said to waft through the air.
Faint yet eerily crisp she could hear such a melody. Pixie started that way.
Soon she was greeted by dancing silhouetted gryphons. This caused Pixie to freeze unsure if she really wanted to continue or not. The way the masked gryphons moved was enchanting yet terrifying.
".... W...What could be causing this?" She hadn't meant to say that out loud.
