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Jerry: A Tale of the Return

Dawn Napier | 0 comments | 09/17/14

He thought his name was Jerry.  He was sure that had been his name once.  Now he didn't seem to have a name.  He certainly didn't need one. What he needed was flesh.  The griffin was hungry.  He climbed to the top of a huge, thick oak tree.  He enjoyed the feel of the bark under his claws.  It felt good to flex his muscles and feel his own strength as he mastered the tree.  When he was as high as he could go, the branches swaying dizzily under his paws, the griffin launched himself into the sky. Oof.  It was hard going.  Climbing into the sky was always hard.  The griffin's wings beat against the air, and he felt like he was trying to climb a flight of stairs with his elbows.  But soon he found himself at a comfortable cruising height.  His sharp eagle eyes scanned the land below for prey.  His stomach rumbled for deer meat, but anything alive and kicking would do. There was still enough of the man left in the griffin body to enjoy the sensation of flight.  Thin, cold air ruffled his fur and coursed over his wings like a cool, comfortable shower.  His long, feathered tail moved of its own accord, balancing him in the sky like the rudder of a boat. There.  A doe grazing.  The griffin folded its wings and dropped like a stone. The beast barely had time to startle before the griffin was on her.  His claws buried in her flesh, and his enormous beak snapped her neck in a single scissor-like motion.  Dinner was served. The griffin raised his wings and held them over his prey as he dug in with beak and claw.  Just out of sight, he heard or sensed the presence of another predator.  It was small and low to the ground, and it felt reptilian.  A dragon, he thought. The dragon's scent brought another jolt of memory.  Jerry.  His name was Jerry.  He lived in a cave—no, a house.  And he had a female.  Something had happened to the female. The griffin caught a glimpse of the dragon that lurked just out of sight.  It looked small, no bigger than a coyote.  The sun glinted green across its black scales. The griffin shrieked and leaped at the dragon.  A terrible, boiling rage filled his breast, a rage that he could not explain.  The…

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