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This demon griff is the FIRST of her kind to be seen in many, many years. We've decided to award her by a story contest. What is her name? Where did she come from? Why is she now among other, regular Hippogriffs? These are just a few simple questions you could answer in creating a story for her. Feel free to be as creative, daring, funny, or dramatic as you'd like.

She ran fast through the thick forest floor; the harse accusations of her peers and elders ringing in her ears. Not once did her maroon colored eyes look back as she ran from the caverns once called home. The claw marks left on her rump by the eldest, Megara the Storyteller, burned fiercely. Blood splattered the leaves and dift spurned up as her hooves beat a fast path away from hatred and anger. This young one's heart broke as she realized she could never return home to her clan and her family.

Her name was Muse. Born to high ranked parents within the clan, the young demon enjoyed certain priveledges not offered to those lower in the clan. Terpsich, the clan leader, was her distant uncle and Megara, a cousin on her mother's side. But the harshness in their eyes and the solem verdict of her trial proved that they only cared for the well-being of their home and those who followed Tradition. Muse had had dreams of becoming the next shamaness, or perhaps the storyteller... Now, all of those dreams were crushed like the fragile blades of grass beneath her. And with the scar across her eye, she would forever be beneath the demonic clans. She was an outcast.

Finally, her fear and rage had faded along with her strength. Muse slowed down in her race from further persecution; her footfall no longer thundered off the lower branches of the trees and bushes no longer gave way from her muscle. Dropping to her knees in a small clearing underneath an oak tree, Muse gasped for air. Her chest heaved with the effort of her escape; Muse looked back at her injuries and she tried to settle herself. Wings torn and sore from the brambles and hooves split from rocks and the hard ground. It would be months before she healed enough to attempt small flights or anymore long runs.

Where had it all gone wrong?

The silver and crimsom 'griff began to clean herself slowly with care. Every muscle, every feather seemed to ache... But she did not permit herself to relax for who knew how far south they would come hunting for her. Did the elders even bother with a young outcast after the Sharp Teeth Range? Several feather had been yanked from her wings by WindDancer's parents as soon as Terpsich cried for banishment.

WindDancer! That fluffed up bird! That rotten carcass eating horse! That selfish dung wallowing snake! Muse clacked her beak angrily and a hiss escaped from her throat. WindDancer was alway causing trouble with Muse and now it had caused her banishment. Her family was just as high ranked as Muse's own; yet, because that rotten egg yolk was a rare color for their kind, many had fawned over that over-grown hatching adding to the fat in her head. Muse didn't think that being the color of moss on rocks was suck a pretty color. Not even her sky blue ascents looked that pretty.

Sighing, Muse tried to focus and remember her lessons. She had fled south of the Sharp Teeth Range towards the Forever Forest. Water and prey had to be nearby. Though she was only a child and could only hunt small game. At least, she could hunt for herself. Muse's eyes narrowed as she remember how many times the colts of the clan brought that whelp her food. Stiffly, she rose to all four and looked at her surroundings. Now that Muse was not fleeing, she could actually take in the scenary and think about what to do...

Although she was banished from one clan, perhaps she was not too young to be banished from another? Not all clans have the same rules; the Storyteller had spoke of more common 'griffs and of those her kind called enemies. If she found a common clan the she could appeal to their elders to let her stay! Who would let a youngling stay out in the dangerous world by herself? Feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of her chest, Muse's steps felt a little lighter as she continued further into the forest. The forest did not seem so scary now; Muse figured if she could find a small stream or perhaps a larger clearing then she would find a clan sooner or later!

Chirping happily to herself, Muse started off on her new journey and new life.