Gordan the Griffin

After a bit of trotting along the worn and dusty road your razor sharp gaze catches sight of Ponyville proper, the vast amount of movement and sheer variety in shape and size of the townsfolk giving you the impression of a village at the height of its prosperity and with enough open mindedness in its presumably peaceful populace that perhaps you wouldn't be seen as such a threat after all. This hope, however, is quickly squashed by the ten ton hammer of reality as one of your claws briefly comes up to scratch an itch on the side of your cheek and you catch sight of the wicked talons sprouting from the end of long and cruel looking fingers. With a heavy sigh you allow your claw to rest upon the ground, your eyes moving from the town to the ground below and surprisingly enough right upon a rather reflective pool settling in your path. Looking into the pool you find your reflection staring back as life decided to give you an even harsher reminder of your place and appearance. The longer you look the more your memory fills in the blanks of your body caused by the weather blocking cloak you wear; the thick material doing nothing to hide your true form from your minds ever watchful eye.

Coming from a long line of noble and fearsome griffin warriors - many of which had been praised and honored by the king himself - you know that your appearance is rather imposing even for a griffin. Both your talons and your beak are black as the night sky, their unusual striking color being a surprisingly common trait amongst your bloodline. Your eyes themselves are a brilliant golden color while all around your ocular orbs rests a jagged circle of feathers in a shade similar if not identical to your claws and beak. Your upper torso, wings, and arms are covered in feathers of deep iron grey while your lower torso and legs are covered in a fine pelt of earthen brown. At the base of your spine sprouts a long and dexterous tail, its very tip capped by a shock of fur colored a somber black. As your reflection stares back with its savage looking eyes you can't help but scowl slightly and be reminded of how popular your looks were once upon a time.

In the griffin kingdom a ferocious appearance was not a thing of fear but rather a mark of beauty. The more wild, untamed, and wicked one appeared the more attractive and desirable one was to others. It was because of this and your family ties to the king and the warrior caste that you frequently found yourself with many female admirers, their want and lust for you only being encouraged by their families and society as a whole. You however never wanted a part of this attention, your own want for a peaceful existence constantly shattered by the usual tactic in griffin courtships; fighting. Over and over you found yourself literally fighting off female suitors with beak and claw while the more crafty ones would test your intelligence and willpower with their sneaky tonics and seductive tactics. It was after one particularly memorable run in with a smitten female and her self proclaimed 'star crossed lover' that had sealed the deal and you decided to leave while you were still unattached and able. Yet, your appearance has continued to haunt you; scaring those that you would like to call friends and drawing attention of those that you would rather not deal with. Town after town would be a quick visit then a memory, your desire for peace falling upon deaf ears as scared faces politely ushered you out and away in a tumbling existence of uncertainty and doubt.

Growling a bit in your throat you slam your claw into the pond, shattering the frightful image and sending water flying in all directions including your own. You decide to ignore the water on your cloak and instead turn your intention back to town, your gaze determined and your heart steeled as you snort out of a short puff of air. This was the town, this was the village that would turn it all around. All the fear in other eyes, the worry about where you would sleep, the paranoia about being found out by your family or your 'suitors' would end and this is the place that would make it happen. Nodding to yourself in assurance you take one step forward and then another; you slow but purposeful walk taking you closer to Ponyville and closer to the place you would be determined to be welcomed with peace and happiness.

As your ancestors as your witness, Gordan the Griffin will make this his home!