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It was a sunny day in Everbrook, a lonesome city lost in the perilous dangers of suburbia. One could think that it was subjected to random street gang crimes or anything else of a greater scale, but it came from the people themselves; from city official corruption to every day petty crimes. Not that it was visible to any visiting person; the inner life of the community wasn't accessible to anybody, even to the residents themselves. It was a shameful secret that haunted the minds of the people, but also made some of the mystery surrounding the city atmosphere. Without it, what would people live for, in these days, anyway?

His name was Bradley. A bit taller than the average population, he was a simple man that still blended easily in the population, with his brown hair and delicate mustache. He was a student from the metropolis, unsure of what he was really doing here. Not that he didn't understand the principle of pursuing his academy path, but to follow it in the middle of nowhere? Was it really the best thing for him? Could he really fulfill the curriculum here, far from the city and the constant stimulation of the cultural scene? But again, his studies needed data's that were only present in this area.

He had a place to stay, fixed revenue and even a mean of transportation; he wasn't worried about his own welfare, but there was something about the town he didn't like much... Something about that small town atmosphere he could live without, but he supposed it was due to his own world vision; after all, maybe he should open up to the community spirit...

And what was the better place to do so than a local café, where he could meet the local population before heading to the field, to gather the data. There weren't many people present; it could make his task easier, but again, was it the path he desired for the moment? Only the future could tell him...

He looked at the menu; the local delicacies, even though they weren't refined, appeared exotic to him, appealing to his taste of adventure. He ordered what seemed to be the daily special and a cup of coffee. The cup was the first to arrive; once received, he started drinking it while reading the newspaper, which was present on the table he chose to sit at for the moment.

The news were bland, but he wasn't expecting too much from a local newspaper; stories of lost dogs, vandalism and charity auctions were the main articles, with the occasional rant of an angry shill, ranting that life didn't bless him enough.

He looked in his cup of coffee, wondering if there was something more interesting to look at inside it, but the darkness of the brewage didn't give him any answers. The bitter taste did bring back his attention to his surrounding, removing his focus from the papers in front of him; it must have been the remains of an old brew, but at least it had the advantage to give his stamina a good kick, which he needed.

The local populace was a colorful one, if he could use that word to describe them; from the wannabe teenagers that wanted to pretend they were someone to the elderly couple, in retreat, keeping to themselves and watching the world pass by. In the middle were the blue collar workers, enjoying a time off from their work to relax and get something better than what they could bring for themselves.

And then there was the rare sight, one couldn't have in the middle of any metropolis; hunters, sporting camouflage gears and an arsenal that would make any collector shake his fist in envy. What would these folks hunt that would require such an arsenal? He didn't want to ask them; he had the feeling he might bump into them later...

«Where are you heading with such an arsenal? I hope you're not trying to hunt down the beast that attacked the wildlife reserve recently; you know you can't do so until you have full authorisation from the officials».

The man that talked was the cook of the café; a simple man, he was friendly with everyone that treated him well and was always happy to give a helping hand to those who needed one. Nobody really knew a lot about him and he liked to keep it that way; there were things that belonged in the past and should never see the light.

«Hunt down the beast? Naaah; we are simply heading down to the shooting range to practice a bit, store our weapons and meet a few good friends; why would we go against an official city statement anyway?»

They didn't look sincere, but was it really important? They had a plan and as long as it didn't disturb the peace of the people surrounding them, nobody would care about their doing. One could think that this wasn't a good way to see life, but they were part of the local picture; without them, it would a little bland.

Bradley didn't pay much attention to them; he was trying to figure out what was in his plate. It looked edible, although it was deep fried beyond recognition. It was pretty good thought, so he wasn't complaining; he was just curious of what he was actually eating. It could be anything, from real food, to something that wasn't edible to simple dough. It was making him sick, so he supposed that was the important; he wanted a culinary experience and he had one. For now, he had to find his way to the location that held the searched. He paid for his meal and used that occasion to tip the waitress; there was nothing left for him to do in this little café anyway. He wished he had a map of the environment, but it was too late for that; all he could do for now was to walk toward what looked like a clearing, which could eventually led toward the forest he was seeking.

Roads, houses and other buildings were the things he saw for the few hours he passed walking, trying to find a path, but there none to be found. He didn't want to ask for help, putting faith into his own effort; was it worth it, to wander into town for hours for little results? At least, after a while, he succeeded in finding his path; it was a personal victory, the triumph of stubbornness over rational thinking. But it pleased his ego; after all, wasn't he able to find his path without the help of anybody?

A sign greeted his entrance, one that reminded him that littering was forbidden in the forest grounds. Of course, it was all in theory, as the ground surrounding the sign itself was covered with garbage; from broken beer bottles to used condoms, one could anything there, as long as he was searching used items. He could even swear that there was some burn marks on the bottom of the sign; seems like some people tried to burn it, but failed...

The air was fresh and quiet; it was a change he appreciated, much different from what he experienced in the suburb, the kingdom of cars. A little too quiet though, as if something was scaring the birds away; he wondered if this wasn't the moment he should start rethinking his journey, for his own safety. The rumours of a beast roaming these lands didn't help him; it could be a dangerous predator, or maybe just an enraged dog, but still, it was a threat he shouldn't ignore. Or maybe it was a simple rumour, started by someone that wanted peace while he was conducting his own business in the forest; there were so many possibilities and yet, so little interest from his part to explore them.

In front of him stood a clearing; an empty space in the middle of a natural maze. He was lost, but it mattered little to him; he would find his way out of there, one day, and he would be able to gather the specimens he was searching. He would have to hurry; plants were harder to find in the darkness of the night, after all...

A sudden noise made him lose the train of his thoughts; cracking branches and rattling leaves made him jump. What sort of animal could make such a noise? It had to be big, something that could represent a potential danger to him... He didn't want to end as a meal, nor as a mere toy for a potential predator. Or a vector for an infectious disease; not that he would object to the role of a carrier, he just valued his safety and health too much to do so.

What he saw disturbed him; he was aware that life could always find a way, but there was limit to that saying. What was now in front of him defied both logic and what he learned; perhaps it was time for him to reconsider revising his curriculum, he thought, to cover all possibilities new time, if there was a next time.

There stood in front of him a gryphon; a creature of legend no doubt, but was it real or was it the result of a fevered dream, brought by the food he ingested? It looked at him, neither impressed nor afraid; it wasn't the first time it was seeing humans, it seemed. He approached it, unsure if he was toying with his own life or he was going to dispel an illusion. He took his time to look at the creature in question, still unable to know if it was a male or a female. It was covered with white feathers, although there some a pattern of black stripes on its flanks and hind legs. The wings didn't seem to follow the same pattern; the top was white, while the bottom was black.

The beast looked at him, moving its head from left to right, not showing any signs of aggression nor hunger. A thought crossed his mind; a crazy, yet somehow attractive one. He advanced toward it, hesitating to touch it; even though it appeared calm, it didn't mean that it wasn't able to maul him or harm him in any possible way. He stopped a moment; it was insane, he couldn't simply approach a wild beast like that... The risk was too great...

And yet, as he stopped, the beast started advancing toward him, in a slow pace, as if it wanted to get close to him. It looked... happy, as if something was pleasing it. Was his presence welcomed, or was it something else? He wondered what he could do, to communicate with such a being...

«Hi»

It seemed dumb, but somewhat reassuring; after all, wasn't he trying to communicate? Of course he wasn't expecting an answer, but at least he tried and that was the important, wasn't it? He could have stayed silent, but that would have been taking as a sign of potential aggression; beasts are capricious beings that deserved respect and fear at the same time...

The gryphon responded to him, chirping back to him, which could be some sort of message. He couldn't understand the superficial meaning, but he could understand that it there was no bad intention behind it. He didn't expect the next move, when it rubbed its head against his own; seems like it was quite the affectionate creature, or maybe the hand of man didn't traumatize it, yet. It felt strange, yet good, to rub against the short fur that covered its head.

He let his hand wander, feeling the fur on its front legs, taking his time to move it his hand toward the talons. They were sharp and he was afraid to touch them, but this was an opportunity he couldn't refuse; who could be that close to a beast that wasn't supposed to exist in the first place?

The talons were indeed sharp, but it was worth it; the warmth of the flesh was sufficient to compensate any possible mishaps he ran into. The creature seemed to enjoy it; perhaps it wasn't as clueless and brainless as he thought. Even if it couldn't talk, maybe it had an intelligence of its own, one that could even rival the one that humankind had. Or maybe not; there were things in life that were too complicated to understand and were better left alone...

Was it smiling? He could swear it was smiling; not that it really bothered him, but it puzzled him. Could his mere presence be enough to cause such feelings in a creature that obviously never had a bad experience with his kin before? Was it because he had some sort of gift with creatures? Or was it something else? The more he looked in its eyes, the more he was confused; it wasn't an empty look he was used to, while staring at other creatures. It had motives and desires swirling behind the deep blue iris; the closer he looked more he could see, but less he could understand.

It was at this moment that his lips touched the beak of the gryphon in front of him; he supposed that what happens when one is lost in his own thoughts. He blushed a bit; it was something that was new to him... and was it him or did the creature also blushed, although it was much harder to see? Before he could think again, he advanced his head and kissed the creature; the impulse in him overcame the rational side of him, but he enjoyed the moment, feeling that the being in question was actually quite receptive to his advance. Was it right? Was it wrong? These questions were useless for the moment...

«We should thank you kid; we searched this beast for weeks without results and thanks to you, we now found it. Imagine all the profits that can now be made with the photos, feathers, meat or other things we can collect; science and black market will pay us a lot of money»

«Oh come on, don't tell him the entire plan; he could escape, somehow»

He looked at the people talking to him; he recognized the hunters from the small café, the ones that were carrying an impressive arsenal. So it was the gryphon they were hunting down, which could explain the need for the impressive equipment they carried with them. But something didn't seem right...

It was then that he heard the gryphon cries of protestation; he turned his head to see it trapped in a rope net, another person standing behind it.

«Did you really think that two people were enough to hunt such a beast? Of course we had to hire a local to set a trap and serve as backup in case things would go bad. Now kid, just get out of here and pretend you never saw anything; this will be the best you ever did today»

He looked at the people, at the creature and stood there a moment; he couldn't be a hero and save the day, even if he desired so, but he couldn't let the situation follow its course... If there was something he could do... For now, all he could accomplish was to retreat and maybe, from there, be useful...

The trees welcomed him, giving him a place to escape the judgement of the hunters, for a moment. But he couldn't stay there; he had to save that creature. There was something particular about it, something that made him lose his rational side for a moment. What could he do? He couldn't confront them directly nor try to bribe one...

«What do you mean, I only thirty pour cent of the revenues? It should be fifty-fifty, like we agreed in the first place»

«Things change and evolve with time, my dear friend; you helped in the first place, but now you aren't needed anymore. You should be happy to get such a percentage»

That discussion made him realised that there was a possible advantage he could grab from this situation. If he was fast enough, his opportunity would be enough to permit him to strike and save the day, in theory. But with what sort of weapon or tool would he be able do to so? He could just be able to run and tackle one, but the other one would make him regret his actions... if only there was something he could use...

There were plenty of rocks at his feet, but none of them were sharp; perhaps he could use one of them as a projectile, but would he be able to hit a target? After all, he didn't possess the best aim around or the impressive strength; would sheer luck and desire be enough to make him a potential hero? He could escape, run far away and try to forget, but the shame and the memories would hunt down, making him miserable for the rest of his life.

«What do you mean, I won't get paid more for my services? Do you think I work for such meager salary? The hell with this, I'm out of here...»

Seemed like there was a lot of problems in the group, but there were still two armed assailants to take down and they wouldn't just quit without a fight. He crawled in the bushes behind one of them; it was a perfect spot to aim, but a false move could sign his doom. He acted in haste, throwing a rock; it was pure luck that it hit its target and made one of the hunters fell down, holding his bleeding forehead, unable to see.

«I know you are around here, little boy; I could shoot you, but it would be a waste of bullets. Instead, I will count to ten and I want you to leave, or I will make that you and the beast won't live to tell the story, not that the beast had a chance to survive the ordeal in the first place»

He could stay there, but he would be responsible for the death of the creature; that would be something he wouldn't be able to live with... He escaped the potential security of the bushes, letting himself being exposed to the light and gunfire.

«I'll take of care of you, you little brat!»

It came from behind him; the wounded man was trying to aim at him, his vision clouded by the dripping of his own blood. The handle of his gun was uneasy, as was his aim, but his determination replaced common sense; the rage boiled in him made him ignore the reality surrounding him, giving a surreal confidence in his own abilities. The trigger was the only obstacle between him and his goal; would he be able to shot someone, or would he chicken out, only muttering threats to make himself appear important?

The boy was only a target, an animal like any other; his death would maybe get some sort of headline in the local newspaper, but it would be nothing else then a mere hunting accident or another victim of the dreaded forest beast. He would be briefly remembered, then forgotten again, a victim of the people limited empathy and care. He pressed the trigger, feeling the brief resistance of the mechanism against his finger; there was something reassuring about this simple act, to be in control of the fate of everything surrounding him...

Bradley heard the bullet pass near him, but it didn't hurt him; maybe he was lucky, or maybe he wasn't a target large enough to be hit a blind man. Luck worked in mysterious ways, for the other hunter was thus struck down with; maybe there could be some sort of pride of being able to have such an aim, even blinded and misguided, but was it really the time? He was happy of being alive, but there was still a potential threat, trying to get rid of him, but being more of a loose cannon than anything else. He thought about throwing another stone, but the blood loss took care of it for him, making the man fall the ground once; was he weakened enough to leave alone? He had to be fast, not to tempt fate

. In the midst of the arsenal waiting to be pillaged, he wasn't surprised to find a knife; what kind of hunter would leave without a knife anyway? Bigger than the knives he was used to, it wasn't that heavy to hold, but he was afraid that a mistake from his part could endanger the life of the creature in front of him. It was panicking, witness to all the violence that happened in front of it.

«Don't worry, I won't hurt you... just stay calm and let me cut those ropes»

The creature calmed down, as if his voice was an influence powerful enough for such an action; he couldn't really believe such a thing, but again, could he blind himself to the reality in front of him?

The cut was precise and fast, surprising him; he was still shaking, but he was able to perform an act that required precision and aim, two qualities he didn't possess; maybe it was the adrenalin rushing in his system that make him succeed such an act, or was it an unknown desire, fueling his potential? «There's nothing to be afraid now; you can go now»

The creature looked at him, but didn't move a muscle; maybe his presence wasn't helping the natural process. After all, the event that just happened in front of it could just a reason that it started fearing humankind. Not with bad reason thoughts; it was better that it learned to be afraid of a potential threat then to continue to live without it and fall into the hands of a successful hunter...

The gryphon rubbed its head against his chest, pushing him softly to the ground; he didn't know how to react, for the moment escaped the grasp of his logic. It was quite the friendly creature, an element that he was sure of it, but what was the reason of such of a behavior? He caressed its head, feeling the hot breath of the creature on his face and the soft fur under his fingers; he closed his eyes and enjoyed the brief kiss, feeling the tongue of the gryphon meet with his own, his lips touching the beak. When it grabbed him in its talons, his mind went blank; he started to struggle, but it was futile, for the grip was too strong for him to break.

From above, the trees formed a sea, a vast green ocean that just begged to be explored. The wonders of the sight was enough for him to forget his fears for a while; the sensation was incredible, to make one with the winds for a period of time. But what would happen after?

The creature brought him to a small cave in the mountains nearby; the cave was small, only twice the size of the creature itself. He could see a nest in the back of the cave, made of diverse materials accumulated with time; even though the construction wasn't the best, it seemed cozy and comfortable. It was a statement he was able to confirm, as the beast dropped him on the said nest and proceeded to rub its head against his chest, fighting with the fabric of his shirt. The presence of the shirt was a visible displeasure for the creature, which begin tearing it apart with its beak, untouched by the cries of protestation he was trying to formulate.

He could feel the beak explore his chest, the warmth of the gryphon's breath on his skin, the talons of the creature holding him in place; the grip was in fact pleasant, a feeling he wouldn't give away for anything else. It was just the start of the creature exploration. He was confused by the gender of the creature as he didn't know if it was a male or a female, but he knew that it had some sort plan concerning him... and these plans were nothing he could disagree with.

The exploration didn't stop at his chest; the fabrics of his pant soon met the same fate, pieces flying in the air, letting his now nude body exposed to the plans and desire of the creature holding him in place. He was fascinated by the gryphon efforts, but the effects were limited on him, for the moment; he enjoyed the exploration and the feeling of nudity, but he wasn't aroused yet.

It wasn't sufficient for the gryphon, who decided to move its exploration to his legs and loins, not satisfied that he wasn't aroused yet. He could feel it nibbling on his skin, teasing the inner sides of his legs, taking its time to move toward his loins. The tongue was exploring the soft skin of his testicles, making his shaft harden with each repeated licks. He bit his lips, holding his moans when the creature started licking his shaft, the tongue starting from the base, wrapping around the center and teasing the head at the end.

His pants and moans pleased the creature, which stopped teasing him and placed itself in position, in front of him, presenting itself. It was now clear that it was a female and the teasing she performed aroused enough. It was clear enough for him and the desire that burned his loins didn't help him chose something else.

He took position behind her, enjoying the sight and the feeling that his place could bring. He grinned; he couldn't let such a teasing get away without some sort of payback. He bent and took his time to let his own tongue explore her vagina, letting his senses dictate his own exploration. He could hear her cries of pleasure, could taste how much she appreciated his efforts; it stimulated him into caressing himself at the same time, keeping himself ready for the next step.

Grabbing his cock in one hand, he began rubbing the entrance of her vagina, prodding the darkness colored entrance, making the gryphon squeal in anticipation. He enjoyed the sensation he caused, feeling his own desire and anticipation increase with each stroke. Without hesitation, he penetrated the gryphon, feeling more resistances than he thought in his way. The flesh was warm, much warmer than he ever experienced before, adding to the tightness surrounding his member; it was a feeling that itself could have made him lose his edge, but he retained his control. Haste would have ruined such a moment, after all...

He savored each trust in her, feeling his shaft being engulfed by the hungry flesh of his partner. He played with the speed of his thrusts, making her squeal in delight the faster he acted. He could feel his own edge approach, accelerating his pace into a frenzy that seemed to please both of them.

He was surprised when he felt the flesh surrounding his member tightened, stopping his movement. His lack of actions disturbed his partner, who seemed to be distressed by the stress of her partner; she didn't enjoy him panicking and started panicking, fearing that he would be feeling pain or wouldn't be enjoying himself. He grinded against the pressure hold, feeling his climax coming even closer than before; his partner took the occasion to pull on his shaft, increasing their sensations. They started to pull and tug, but couldn't came un-stuck, as both pulled and struggled with all their might, but all it did was to give him an orgasm that made his partner's vagina tighten around his penis a little harder, making them stuck together even more.

Their eyes crossed and they kissed, licking each other tongue while both of them were climaxing, the unison of pleasure making them lose touch with reality for a moment.

As the pressure decreased on his now sensitive penis, he removed himself from the gryphon and contemplated the decision to whether or not put back his clothes. The later won his heart, as he decided to cuddle his partner, feeling the soft heartbeat against his own while he was being preened. The wings were quite warm, covering his exposed skin; the sensation of feathers on him... the warmth... there was nothing else to could matter to him right now.

She nuzzled him, licking his lips; he took the occasion and let his tongue met with his lover tongue, enjoying how each other's tongues tasted so good, letting them wrap together. They enjoyed the moment together, their tongues making one; they didn't expect to be unable to remove them from the knot that form itself, even if they struggled to do so. They both started pulling and struggling anyway, but the knot just got tighter, making it impossible to ever be able to get their tongues un-tied.

The world was now looking different from what I could see; no more was I a simple student, stuck in a city and a cycle, but now, I was the wilderness, with a creature that defied imagination... What was her name? Would she ever know mine? There would so much time now...

Since we're tongue tied with each other, we couldn't stare away from each other. I started feeling chilly and the gryphon started squealing lightly as she covered my body with her wings. I had my arms all over her chest with my hands on her shoulders, one hand on each shoulder. We looked into each other's eyes as we knew our tongues would be stuck together like this forever.