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No, Rickee, you're not, you're just an extremely vain gryphon with a fancy mane and waaaay too much hair wax in it.
Ah, dear elfwooders, meet Rickee, a Swaison's hawk/puma gryphon with some hippogryph blood not far back in his bloodline. He just marched into my classroom the other day and demanded to be drawn. I made a portrait in ink, but he didn't like it, and followed me home for a real, colored drawing. He certainly can strike a pose.
I asked if i could do a 3/4 view of him, but he wanted a profile one, because of his mane - or "lady magnet", as he calls it, which is only smeared over to one side. Coolness, of course.
Me scanner ate me colors, and both me and Rickee complains greatly about that, and I also complain over his way too human sounding name, but he thinks it suits him well. He also wants me to write a story about him where he is the guy with the sunglasses in the cadllla, with one chick in each claw, but I try to explain that I won't write an urban fantasy yet. Maybe later on.
Behold his glory and feel awed as you watch his divine body - and don't touch; those feathers were dyed yesterday, and we all know feather-dye isn't cheap!
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