It takes some practice not to immediately feel a kind of prey-drive response to the sounds of big wings and the shadow they create flying overhead, but Riftwatch has the advantage of being well-used to it. A few locals further down the street startle and step away before Marcus pulls Monster up with a loud flap of feathers, wheel around until he can spy two familiar figures in the shadows.
There's little in the way of subtlety when a giant-cat bird first lands on the rooftop overhang, then springs down, wings flaring to slow its fall before landing on four rough feet, paws and talons and nasty claws all round. It is not the most graceful show of it, as if the griffon were translating her rider's urgency in her own impatience.
Dressed in simple layers of leather, staff lashed alongside the saddle, Marcus doesn't dismount but stands some in his stirrups.
"What happened?" he asks, already reaching out a hand to whomever it is that needs the extraction most urgently. Not that he intends to leave either behind.
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There's little in the way of subtlety when a giant-cat bird first lands on the rooftop overhang, then springs down, wings flaring to slow its fall before landing on four rough feet, paws and talons and nasty claws all round. It is not the most graceful show of it, as if the griffon were translating her rider's urgency in her own impatience.
Dressed in simple layers of leather, staff lashed alongside the saddle, Marcus doesn't dismount but stands some in his stirrups.
"What happened?" he asks, already reaching out a hand to whomever it is that needs the extraction most urgently. Not that he intends to leave either behind.