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"Not sure," he said, shrugging. "Check over there." He waved his tail to the east.

*Facepalm*

"Thanks" she replied as she opened her wings, "I'll be back G'nevia!"

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"Welcome," he said as he went back to flicking the puddle.
 
G'ractore flew down from a large pine tree. "Yes, G'frillore?"
 
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She...

"Not sure," he said, shrugging. "Check over there." He waved his tail to the east.

*Facepalm*

"Thanks" she replied as she opened her wings, "I'll be back G'nevia!"

"Good luck Frill!" she yelled back to her.
 
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Frill bowed her head, "I was wondering, what do I need to become a warrior? I have been an apprentice for a long while now and feel experienced enough, I think"
 
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G'nevia saw him at the corner of her eyes and let out a threatening snarl to the large black dragon.
 
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Frill bowed her head, "I was wondering, what do I need to become a warrior? I have been an apprentice for a long while now and feel experienced enough, I think"

She nodded her head. "Yes, I think you are old enough to become a warrior. But first, you must pass a test."
 
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Frill bowed her head, "I was wondering, what do I need to become a warrior? I have been an apprentice for a long while now and feel experienced enough, I think"

She nodded her head. "Yes, I think you are old enough to become a warrior. But first, you must pass a test."

"Test? When? How?"
 
A gigantic shadow was cast over the fighting Gryphons as a drop-dead handsome Gryphon of tremendous wingspan alighted from the skies. He picked up one of the smaller rebels that were attacking and tossed it into another Gryphon that was still in flight, hitting it out of the air and knocking the air from it's lungs from the brute force of his hard throw. The two rebels hissed and lunged at the Gryphon, who raked his sharp claws across each of their faces. While they were struggling, he knocked their heads together, and they both fell dizzy and soon unconcious to the ground.

"Are you all right?" he said, his genuinely concerned eyes shifting from Xene, to Halia, to Bedros, and to Heros. Bedros grumbled something to himself and didn't respond, Heros nodded.
 
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G'nevia saw him at the corner of her eyes and let out a threatening snarl to the large black dragon.

He smiled, large fangs gleaming. He muttered something under his breath and the black in his scales briefly flickered to emerald, the gold in his eyes spreading. "Relax, it's me. Galieth." The disguise quickly took over his natural colors.
 

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