"Olas."

A breath.

A whisper.

A name spoken like a prayer from someone who never prayed.

Then--arms.

Strong, desperate, shaking. Leon crashed into him, arms locking around him like a vice, a force so unrelenting it stole the breath from lungs. Olas barely had time to register the crushing warmth, the scent of sweat and leather, the sound of a heart pounding furiously against his own chest.

And then--he felt it.

Leon was shaking.

The half-elf buried his face into Olas' shoulder, hands gripping feathers so tightly they trembled. His entire body quaked with something between relief and agony, as though holding Olas was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

"I got you," Leon rasped, voice wrecked, shattered, uneven. "I got you, I got you, I got you--"

He was muttering it like a chant, like if he stopped, Olas would disappear again.

Olas, still trying to catch up to what was happening, lifted a talon weakly, brushing it over Leon's back.

"Leon...?"


Just a symbol for Gilded Cage, the romance story between noble gryphon and half-elf mercenary. It was a simple arrangement, Leon provides the gryphon lord with stories and fucking. Olas would provide Leon and his two gryphon friends equipment and further employment. It was a great arrangement until assassins started trying to take their sick meal ticket. Leon and his allies try to save the stubborn Lord, who seems oblivious of the danger he is in.


The story can be found here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2060317

wonderful artist: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dead.akira