"Avora, another egg has been stolen!" Avora, a Copper Gryphon, rose from her slumber. "Another egg?" She asked with wide eyes. "Only two left," Avora's mother, Farea, said sadly.
The wild cat's dark eyes looked up to the moon Hoping to find a family soon. He stalked through the grass, tall and green, With paws so swift and dark eyes so keen. Stopping every now and then,
Soaring through skies, how graceful it flies, With top speed through the air. Its gleaming scales, the silver nails It always uses with care. Glaring eyes as it flies,