Chirring softly, you look at the clouds, then back to your human enslaver, cawing gruffly to her, hoping that she gets the message. She studies the looming wall of clouds as it advances, the high level winds sweeping it forwards at a frightening pace, before speaking in her stupid language that you don't understand. The way she flicks the reins tells you that she wishes to decend.
Glad that she agrees with you for once, you decend, thinking as you do so. If the human wench dismounts on the ground... you may just find your chance to claim a little bit of revenge on her. She obviously doesn't intend to be sitting on you for a long time, for while gryphons may be ridable in the air, she knows you're not a good mount on the ground. As you dive through the clouds, a vast blanket of green opens up, an expanse of forest that covers the land like a sea, save where a small mountain rises up, or a lake forms a blot. She motions towards one of the nearer peaks as white clouds become grey, showing a rare moment of comman sense.
Nodding, you fly towards the mountain as fast as you can, spotting a cave that looks large enough for the two of you, landing there as soon as you can, feeling the first drops of rain hitting your feathers, entering the dark cavern scarcely a moment before the downpour begins. Snorting softly, you look around in the darkness, your sharp eyes and sense of smell telling you that this cave was formerly the lair of a dragon, abandoned no doubt, because the wyrm grew too large for it. Blinking in the dim light, you see some manicals and chains against the wall... and if you were able to grin, you would.
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