In the hidden sanctuary of a dark cavern like pit mere miles from the city, leather wings could be spread open in a relaxed manner.

The cavern wasn't well hidden...well, not to anyone who'd truely wish to trudge through an hour of muck and mud to search it out. It was more like a house that had been built of stone a thousand years ago and simply never knocked down. After so many years, rock formations had begun to grow upon it, and then patches of moss, creating the illusion of a big green and gray boulder sticking up out of a marshy area near the city. There had been no atempt to conceal the wooden door from sight, but rock had formed over the windows.

Inside the darkened room, the floor, shelves, tables and chairs had been stacked high with books, most of themdusty and old some relativly knew. Papers, some unused, covered the majority of the space in which the books did not cover. In the corner, a desk, obviously antique, a high backed chair, and in the opposite corrner a bed made up of animal furs piled upon eachother.

A figure of a man lay streached acorss this fur made bed on his stomach, such previously described wings protruding from the previously described back. The wings were torn around the edges and had the appearance of much use. Black hair cascaded across his back, reaching just beyond the place where the wings joined the back. His hansom face was covered with peices of messy hair and his eyes, a solid white, open in a dull manner.

He wished to leave this place, but he could not, for the light bothered him, no not hurt him, just weakened him slightly, and crowds that were not in panic frustrated him. In a sense you could even say that Vyncyra Verkur, Demon of Chaos and Mayhem, was bored.

Finally, a place where Abigail could just fly. Her eagle-like wings flapped beside her in a steady rhythm, her pale blue, eagle-like eyes searching for nothing in particular. But soon a little house type thing came into view, and so she flew closer. Not realizing it was indeed a house, the griffin landed on the roof roughly- its dark colored talons scraping the rock, but the paws landed softly upon it. Standing on all fours- the front two being talons, the back two being lion paws- the head tilted from side to side, gazing around curiously. Ears were twitching sporadically on top her feathered skull, the wings coming to rest on Abigail's back lazily.

The tips of her porcelain white wings were painted with a sea blue coloring, and just above that a forest green. The back end of this griffin, the lion part, was a dingy blonde color. Still finding nothing interesting, she was ready to take back to her flying…

A scratching sound, not hearable by many but his pointed ears had picked up the sound quiet easily. This sound on his roof aroused the form from his mindless gazing. He lifted his head to listen at the sound breifly before folding his leather wings to enable himself to roll on to his back, sing his legs over the bed, and sit up. He did not bother to pull on a shirt over his bare chest as he tosted his long hair back over his shoulder and stood.

Nor did he bother to hide his wings from veiw. If someone were bold enough to travel into this area, whether or not it was located in the middle of these two cities, it was still a long way from the road and if someone were bold enough to come so far he would kill them and hope no one would miss them.

He pushed open his door, walked out a few paces and looked up, holding a hand up to shield his eyes of the sun. A giant bird was what it looked like...that is until his eyes adjused to the light. He streched his wings outward, a four and a half expanse on eaither side, then relaxed them.

"You," He called to the half egal half lion, his voice was deep and raspy and though he shouted at the creature his voice sounded eerily like it was scarcly above a whisper. "Mighty Griffin, come down here. I mean you no harm." It'd been nearly a melinum or more since he last saw one of this species.

Ears twitching on top her skull, the griffin turned her head towards the person, or whatever it was, that had spoken to her. Tilting her head to the side, the eyes scanned over the man quickly, taking in every detail. She wasn't quick to trust people, and she wasn't about to come down, just because he said so.

Relaxing the mighty wings upon her back, the griffin ventured closer to him on the roof. Resting on her haunches, she gazed down curiously. She couldn't speak, but yet she had an odd, human like feeling to her. She couldn't trust anyone just yet, and so she just gazed down at him, head cocked slightly to the side.

He planted one hand on his hip, oher hand still shielding the sun from his eyes, saring up a the beast. He watched the magnificent beast. beautiful was his thought. Though he was one to enjoy destroying things, choas and mayhem coming coupled with his very name, he was still able to appriciate real beauty when i happened across his path.

"Come, Great beast. I mean you no harm." He said, assuring the beast that she was not being hunted for her feathers of her head. He stepped back and bowed to the bird like animal, almost in a way he bowed to his supiriors, the Gods.

Jumping down from the roof gracefully, the griffin landed on the ground softly. Once he had bowed, she had known he was being truly honest in what he was saying- at least, that is what she hoped.

She was now standing on all fours- the front two being her talons, and the back two being her paws. Her tail swayed lazily behind her, the brown tuft at the end of it sweeping the ground at times. Her eyes remained fixated on the creature in front of her, her wings still relaxing on her back.

He raises from his elegant bow, his aristocratic features looked simply tired, and they looked as if he'd been bored but suddenly entertained. He held out a single hand, noteing her folded wings. He momentarily streached out his own tattered leather wings, perhappes, was his thought, the wings would make the Griffin more at ease. "what shall you be called grat griffin?" He asked the beast outloud.

((Sorry for shortness)

She liked being called 'great griffin' and suddenly adored this man for calling her that. She eyed the wings, and fluttered her own, though they soon folded onto her back once more.

Being unable to speak, though she desperately wanted to, the griffin opened its beak weakly, letting out a small caw. My name's Abigail. Abigail. If only I could tell him... She bitterly thought to herself.

((Hmm. Abigail is now telepathic. So, if it's okay by you, she sent what she just thought to your character's mind, though she didn't know it. Sound good?))

(Sounds fine to me...)

The thoughs entered his mind and he assumed that she did not believe she could do so, or he'd suddenly developed the ability to read an animals mind. he wasn't sure if he liked that idea, the meant that power had replaced one of his others.

"Hm, Abigal huh?" He replied to the thought out loud. He reached forward and held his firm hand infront of her face for her beack to pick at, giving him permission to touch or come closer, or snap at, warning him to back away.

Her eyes widened; how did he know her name? She wasn't sure herself, but she figured it was him who had the special powers, not her.

Studying the hand for a moment, she lifted her beak to his hand and began to peck at it gently, showing that she didn't mind if he came closer.


((Sorry so short.))

His hand tingled at the clucking on the soft skin. He obviously didn't labor much ith his hands...ah well, his soft hands suited his aristocratic features. He twisted his wrist from beneath the beak so his hand rested onto of the beak and his fore-finger scratched the feathers between Abigal's feathers.

"what age are you Fair Abigal?" He asked the griffin.

Abigail's eyes blinked, but soon relaxed as the scratching continued. She had never been 'pet' before, and had never known how good it felt. Slowly she fell to her hindlegs and began to relax comfortably.

Her thoughts wandered, and again she sent a silent message to his mind. 'Twenty-one. Twenty... oh, that's the spot. Right there... aaah. -one.'

((Meep. Sorry it took so long to reply.))

He chuckled at the thoughts sent intohis mind. Violen and ravid as he was, he had a soft spot for beasts like this one. He scratched further at the spot she'd found more 'good'.

"Then you are not yet even in the fist stage of your prolonged life," He said outloud. "Your still very young. Though you do no look it." His leathery wings flittered slightly to streach then return to their relaxed state.

Hey, wait a second, how'd this guy know she was young. Oh well, her thoughts ceased for the time being as she closed her eyes for the moment, her whole body relaxing. Finally she opened her eyes, looking up to him.

Again, another message was sent. 'What is this guy's name? At first glance, I would have never thought him this friendly...'

He chuckled, it was a deep demonic sort of sound, even if he hadn't ment it to be he could not break this sound into different moods. He, of course, was not so nice, in fact, quite the opposite. A murderer, theif, rapist, many more evil qualities, and over all the lord Demon of Chaos.

"I am called Vyncyra Verkur, Great Abigail." He supplied an answer to her question. "Called by many, Verkur."

Woah. Now Abby was freaking out. He /must/ have telepathic abilities. The feathered skull nodded, a quiet and low-pitched call emitting from her beak.

Another message. 'Verkur it is then.' A pause in her thoughts. 'Verkur, can you understand me, right now? I mean, can you hear my thoughts?' Abby asked bluntly.

He chuckled. "Yes winged one, I can hear your thoughts. Did you not have the knowlege that you could do such with your own mind?" He asked her back also bluntly.

His hair was beating aginst his bare chest and neck, but the chill wind did not seem to make him chill. His white eyes glowed with a briliant inensity.

She shook her feathered skull slowly, her eyes shifting to the ground. The wind brushed her feathers and fur, though like Verkur, the wind did not effect her coated body.

'I did not know... that my mind could do... such things.'

He chuckled. "Well now you do." He replied and stroked her head along her feathers, smothing them down aginst her neck.

His white eyes examined the bird and he idely wandered (not that he was really considering) if the part of the code that said he shall not possess a human body with out that person's permission would have applied to a griffin, or even a mouse.

She nodded her head slowly, though she still did not believe such things. Yet, anyway. Her head lifted lightly to the right, her eyes shutting again. It sure did feel good to have her feather's stroked. Fluttering her wings on her back in enjoyment, her thoughts wandered again.

'Mmm. That feels good.' She stopped, realizing he could her... 'So, Verkur, what brings you out here? If you can hear me...' She said hesitantly, still not sure Verkur could actually here her.

He continued to rub across the feathers with gentil fingers that were more often rough. "I am the demon of Chaos. I live here, sleep here. i reside here. I have slept her for the past 1,800years." He replied to her thoughts. "It is located wonderfully directly between two large cities."