THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING:
-A massive friendly griffin-taur
-In a cozy alpine town
-With a ripped croc femme
-And that's it...?
Word Count (MS Word): 1965

Aeneas, the rich, grand old griffin-taur, takes a stroll through town on the way to a proper meal. An odd storefront catches his eye...

So this is how I introduce a comfort OC: through a writing experiment. I'm sure they found another accountant.
I was pretty obsessed with trying to picture Aeneas a month before I started posting things here. I feel bad about leaving him behind for this long, but... yeah, I don't know. He's just a thought, someone I'd love to go to a concert with and pick their brain. Enjoy!

Oh, and for reference: Fratres

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