A white Gryphon alighted at the entrance to the kingdom, sharp black dagger-shaped feathers protruding from the back of his head, a scarred, stoic and slightly bare face of bright yellow with a sharp ivory beak. A second followed shortly behind, his face wore a much less serious expression, with a prominent, curling crest adorning his forehead above his pale blue face and endearing, grinning brown eyes. Both of their forelimbs were long, one had horn-colored, the other had red, and had sharp, black talons on wide feet built for punching and beating the very life out of their enemies before tearing them to pieces with their claws.
His yellow eyes scanned the place narrowly, drinking in what he saw. The other stared dumbfoundedly at the amazing establishment that the Gryphons had made. They took a step forth and approached Nero and Eudora, who were on guard duty for the night. "Identify yourselves," Nero demanded sternly, her petrifying black gaze unbroken. "Theron," said the white Gryphon, then he looked intently at the other, who seemed to be staring into space. He gave a shove to the other. "Huh?" he said, furrowing slightly at Theron. "Your name," Theron said impatiently. "Oh-- ...Cyrus." he said to Nero, who had a brow cocked. "Well, Cyrus and Theron, why have you come?" she asked, looking intently at the two. "We would like a place to stay," said Theron, Cyrus nodded quickly with a sheepish smile. Nero stifled a chuckle, "Welcome to the Gryphon kingdom. Make yourselves at home and be sure to speak with our queen, Adonia, who's up on top of that big cliff over there," she said as she whipped her tail in that direction. Cyrus smiled broadly, "Thank you, my lady!" he exclaimed. Theron smiled weakly with his ears back, "Thank you, ma'am." he said as he passed her, and followed Cyrus as he slowly walked into the kingdom.
