LAST BREATH && fishing.

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]He was supposed to be a magnificent beast. With feathers that had the same gold twinkle as the sun and a form sleek but strong, the reality of Feliks' stature was rather unimpressive in reality. Though clearly preened often, clumps of plumage still refused to lie neatly against his body, and he was a rather stumpy lil' griffin considering some of his species could grow to be the size of horses. Being completely inept at the simplest of hunting techniques probably didn't help the male appear anymore impressive, he even sucked at fishing for crying out loud. It was a real shame though, without teeth poikilotherms seemed to be the easiest thing to guzzle down without having to rip them up with a sharp beak - alas he could not be that lazy. "I'll help, flyin'll be faster," he rasped as he approached, flapping his wings open in preparation. .