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"Seriously? You've lived here for twenty years and never hit the slopes?"
Aeneas shrugged his shoulders as he walked through the bustling mountain village. It was peak snow season, and plenty of tourists and locals alike were out and about in vibrant winter gear. Some of the visitors were stuck staring straight at the griffin-taur, but it wasn't because of his confession. They were simply stunned by his tremendous frame, his thick upper body rising above the cars he shared the streets with.
"When I first set eyes on this place, I was too busy planning my mansion," Aeneas admitted, waiting patiently at a red light. "Once that was done, I had some catching up to do in my studies. Now that my research is slowing down, though... well, so am I. You know I'm... transportationally challenged, and those climbs are steep without the lifts."
A bright blue bird poked out from their boss's and friend's majestic silver mane, pulling themself up on their knees.
"Oh, come on! I've seen you drag a fallen oak off your lawn with a harness," they chimed, barely wrapping their arms around one of Aeneas' biceps. "I know you can handle one trip down."
The griffin-taur spun his owl head around, his mane wrapping his flexible neck like a scarf. His face was locked into a slight scowl - blame the two bushy bursts of feathers above his round orange eyes - but there was a hint of good humor in his sigh.
"I'll try anything once... for you," Aeneas relented, trying to shake his friend off of his wing-arm. "Just one condition: you have to walk uphill with me."
Ion let out one of their species' signature cackles.
"Are you joking? That'll be the easy part."
Just an hour later, the giant griffin-taur was nervously shuffling on some densely packed powder, his four thick paws strapped to two enormous planks of wood made from an entire tree.
"I can't believe that ski shop bought that custom pair for you just in case you ever showed up," Ion commented, carving circles around him on their own fiberglass skis.
"I guess a little local fame comes in handy every now and then," Aeneas said with a chuckle. With each thrust of two poles the size of street lights, the griffin-taur's spirits kept on lifting, pushing himself further with every stroke. He was so excited by his first proper bit of sport in ages that he barely noticed the edge of the slope until his upper belly was hanging over it.
Gravity swiftly took over from there. Aeneas' back wings flailed as much as his mane while he sped faster and faster downhill, desperate to slow down however he could. Ion laughed maniacally as they gave chase, folding their wings in for aerodynamics. The giant griffin-taur let out a thrilled screech watching the throngs of pines speed past him on either side... and barely noticing the pine right in front of him.
The resulting crunch nearly made the kingfisher nearly leap off their skis. At least the collision put a dent in Aeneas' momentum. Ion couldn't help but grin when they caught up to their boss: he had somehow lost his ski poles, his wing-arms clinging to two hefty chunks of tree trunk instead.
"It's a good thing you're built like a tank," Ion shouted over the rushing air. "Are you enjoying it so far?"
"HOW DO YOU STEER THESE THINGS?!" was Aeneas' only response, eyeing a second tree ahead of him.
Just a fun little sketch from
Cervelet of my birbs hanging out. I could use more riffing on silly ideas this year to keep my writing sharp. Enjoy!
"Seriously? You've lived here for twenty years and never hit the slopes?"
Aeneas shrugged his shoulders as he walked through the bustling mountain village. It was peak snow season, and plenty of tourists and locals alike were out and about in vibrant winter gear. Some of the visitors were stuck staring straight at the griffin-taur, but it wasn't because of his confession. They were simply stunned by his tremendous frame, his thick upper body rising above the cars he shared the streets with.
"When I first set eyes on this place, I was too busy planning my mansion," Aeneas admitted, waiting patiently at a red light. "Once that was done, I had some catching up to do in my studies. Now that my research is slowing down, though... well, so am I. You know I'm... transportationally challenged, and those climbs are steep without the lifts."
A bright blue bird poked out from their boss's and friend's majestic silver mane, pulling themself up on their knees.
"Oh, come on! I've seen you drag a fallen oak off your lawn with a harness," they chimed, barely wrapping their arms around one of Aeneas' biceps. "I know you can handle one trip down."
The griffin-taur spun his owl head around, his mane wrapping his flexible neck like a scarf. His face was locked into a slight scowl - blame the two bushy bursts of feathers above his round orange eyes - but there was a hint of good humor in his sigh.
"I'll try anything once... for you," Aeneas relented, trying to shake his friend off of his wing-arm. "Just one condition: you have to walk uphill with me."
Ion let out one of their species' signature cackles.
"Are you joking? That'll be the easy part."
Just an hour later, the giant griffin-taur was nervously shuffling on some densely packed powder, his four thick paws strapped to two enormous planks of wood made from an entire tree.
"I can't believe that ski shop bought that custom pair for you just in case you ever showed up," Ion commented, carving circles around him on their own fiberglass skis.
"I guess a little local fame comes in handy every now and then," Aeneas said with a chuckle. With each thrust of two poles the size of street lights, the griffin-taur's spirits kept on lifting, pushing himself further with every stroke. He was so excited by his first proper bit of sport in ages that he barely noticed the edge of the slope until his upper belly was hanging over it.
Gravity swiftly took over from there. Aeneas' back wings flailed as much as his mane while he sped faster and faster downhill, desperate to slow down however he could. Ion laughed maniacally as they gave chase, folding their wings in for aerodynamics. The giant griffin-taur let out a thrilled screech watching the throngs of pines speed past him on either side... and barely noticing the pine right in front of him.
The resulting crunch nearly made the kingfisher nearly leap off their skis. At least the collision put a dent in Aeneas' momentum. Ion couldn't help but grin when they caught up to their boss: he had somehow lost his ski poles, his wing-arms clinging to two hefty chunks of tree trunk instead.
"It's a good thing you're built like a tank," Ion shouted over the rushing air. "Are you enjoying it so far?"
"HOW DO YOU STEER THESE THINGS?!" was Aeneas' only response, eyeing a second tree ahead of him.
Just a fun little sketch from
Cervelet of my birbs hanging out. I could use more riffing on silly ideas this year to keep my writing sharp. Enjoy!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Avian (Other)
Size 1299 x 751px
File Size 668.3 kB
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