{"sf1_id":531743,"sf2_id":"ynZ47vBe","title":"StormCatcher -Part 1-","author":"Golden Rain 11","words":617,"posted_at":"2013-04-27T23:12:00.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Griffin","destiny"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/531743-stormcatcher-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZ47vBe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/32/2d/322d375a-8699-4ad1-9195-a48c27d497ef","description":"This is the story of 14-year-old Golden Rain (A Griffin) who starts her journey into a vast and unknown world. I know it's kinda short, but Part Two is coming out soon! This is Cinna Marefern, wishing you good luck, and good fortune!","content":"It was a dark and stormy night. The black clouds were twisting with rage, and the wind howled like a angry wolf. I flew through the night, hoping to catch a hotel or an inn, but even i knew that on a night like this, no one would be open to the public. As i passed over the houses, i could tell that all the humans had locked their doors tight, and weren't about to give shelter to a lowly griffin like me. Now, I could have changed into my human morph, but i wouldn't last long with their featherless (or furless) skin. I had started to give up hope, when someone called my name. \"Golden Rain!! Over here!\" I smiled with joy. It was my old friend, Fennel(she's a fox), who had come to my rescue. She waved her arms over her head, and i swooped down to meet her. \"Fennel, what are you doing here?\" I asked. She replied \"Dominic told me that you were trying to find a place to stay till the storm passed over. I thought that the least i could do was help\". I smirked. Dominic was a wolf, but you could always count on him to be in someone else's bueisness other than his own. \"Well, come on Rainie (this was her nickname for me)! I don't want you standing here, all wet.\" Fennel said as she raced off. I followed her, eager to get out of that foul downpour. Eventually, we made it to her den, and she handed me a towel. I dried myself off, and shook my long, flowing, golden fur. Then, I carefully dried my long, aqua-blue featherss on my wings. I tossed the towel back to her \"Thanks Fennel\" I said. \"Rainie, you must be\u0026nbsp;hungry. Come on, i'll fix you something\" She said. She walked off into the kitchen, and started pulling out some sharp knives. \"What are you making?\" I asked her. She smiled cruelly, and then said \"I'm making\u0026nbsp;griffin stew\" Before she could even\u0026nbsp;grab me, I was up and out of there, quick as a flash. I quickly realized my mistake. Fennel hated the rain, and she wouldn't come out, no matter what happened. \"That wasn't Fennel\" I say to no one in particular.\u0026nbsp;As\u0026nbsp;I'm flying over the mountains, my wings suddenly feel incredibly heavy. I struggle to\u0026nbsp;keep flying, and then it hits me. Literally. A net comes out of nowhere, and soon, i'm tangled in the net. No matter how hard i try, i can't get out! \"Help!\" I screech, as i plummit to the ground. A pair of hands catch me just before i hit the ground.\u0026nbsp;My head is forced up, and i feel a knife at my throat. \"If you want to\u0026nbsp;live, I strongly suggest you keep your beak shut\" A mysterious voice says to me. I try to sqirm my way out, but whoever's holding me has a firm grip. After a while, i finally give up struggling, and go limp. \"This one's a StormCatcher all right\" I hear the voice mutter. I'm put into a containing cylinder, but before the hatch at the roof of my prison closes, i can feel the net\u0026nbsp;withering. It eventually falls off, and i'm free to move. Or so i thought. When the hatch closes, i feel some sort of magical energy pulling me to the back of the cylinder, and once again, i struggle to keep away from it. Unfortunatly, i'm still too weak, and the magical energy pulls me to the back anyway. I feel some type of movement, and then i realize that i'm flying. I can't see a thing, so i relax, and eventually fall asleep.\n\nEnd of Part one\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}