(I hope you all don't mind me joining... I have just the Gryphon, (^.=.^) )<br/><br/>(I haven't redone his character sheet on my LFRP it seems. I won't bore you with the oldness of his description.)<br/>(Though just a few important things -<br/><br/>Name: Damion<br/>Race: Gryphon<br/>Gender: male<br/>Type: feral<br/>Age: 12<br/><br/>There we go!)<br/><br/><br/>Damion Shivered, shaking in the rain as it pelted his golden feathers. His coat would not stay fluffy for too long from staying out in this cold weather and since hiding under trees hadn't helped all that much in the past, he decided that a dark cave didn't seem too scary in the thought that he might stay dry, warm, and clean from the mud. The young gryphon quickly pranced around before remembering of a cave he and Luna had passed by days ago when they last came out to this field. It didn't take Damion too long to backtrack to the cave but by the time he got there, he was soaked more then a ruined rag. Quickly shaking and brushing off his feathers slightly was the first thing he did... Shivers crept over him even now as he thought of the cold flowing onto his body from the outside. "Brrr... C-Cold..." He muttered out loud with a miserable voice. His pristine black talons and orange-yellowish -- Also black tipped -- beak were just as muddy as his feathers when he had been splashing around in the cold. With that, he moved deeper into the cave to figure out where the sound of echoing voices led to... At least... They seemed warm and friendly.