Darkened Skies: Chapter 7: Taste of Darkness
It suddenly darted away to circle athenais' beak instead. “what is it?" her eyes followed the swirling orb of light, swatting it out of instinct with her claw. “and how do i get it to stop circling my beak?"
Alternative Origins
"but it melts my beak. i have to have magic to stop that happening.", she explained with a chuckle. she always liked breathing fire.
Dragon's Awakening: Part 1
He whined, a mournful thing as he lowered his beak. “turned into a bonded.been on my own since." “and you decided to visit a magister town after all that?" she pulled his beak towards her. “what logic does that make?"
Born Anew
Using my beak some more, i pecked again and again at the hole that i'd made in the shell of this cramped space.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 02: Mage Troubles.
Pyretalon's eyes gleamed with mischief, a slow, teasing smile curling at the corner of his beak.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Fifty One
The gryphon swung his head around to glare at her, his beak half parted. mirelle reached out and cupped his beak in her hand, trying to take the gentle route rather than snatching a handful of feathers this time.
The Prize Bird
Before kira could react, her beak was full of juicy, sweet fruit! she gurgled in protest and attempted to push the material out of her beak, but it was forcefully pushed in by the dragon.
The Path of the Rainbow Dragon
You see a massive sleeping green dragon sprawled out before you. It is under a green tarp stretched on top of poles over a football field. You are on the beach in front of a group of vacant beach condos on stilts. They are on a small island, a sand...
A Security-Oriented Perspective feat. Armitage
"good boy," he said, beak curling somewhat.
Gilded Cage: Chapter 14
Winds howled through the rocky tops, buffeting feathers and beak, hampering their flight to the point of madness.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 5: Market Meeting
He clicked his beak, feathers ruffling slightly. “tourist." the other gryphon uttered under his breath as he struts away. that was what they thought he was.
Guest Lecturer
Pangur raised his head into the light of the projector: he was an avian after all, his beak the cruel hook of a bird of prey, his feathers a deep, deep scarlet, melding to a sleek black around his dark beak and below his chin.