[Video] Hey, it's a Giant...um, no, /BLUE/ Griffon! 8D

[notyourblueangel]

[Have a . . . very strange creature glaring at the camera.  When it speaks though, the deep baritone gives it - him - away, if the coloration didn't.]

All right, I won't ask the obvious.  I can guess well enough what's happened - the widespread metamorphoses finally caught up with me.  I do have one question, though.

[He lifts a four-digit paw, studying the long, curving, ultra-sharp talons - a thick, muscular tail thumping in irritation on the ground behind him - before he turns back to the camera.]

Can someone tell me what in the smelting fires of the Pit this body is supposed to be?  It seems confused between an bird and a . . . I think a cat of some sort.  [grumbles]  And I want my wings back.  My wings, not these...filament-covered...appendages.  [Said "appendages" ruffle and flutter in reaction.]

First-forged, with all due respect, I hope an answer to all this nonsense is coming.  Soon.

[He reaches to turn off his comm, but . . . long talons are ill-equiped to press buttons without either slipping off to either side between keys or scratching and trying to poke through the target key.  Finally, though, he manages.]



((ooc: LOL believe it or not, no, I had NOT been thinking about this when I requested TC's shift.  XD;;;  A friend pointed it out this afternoon when I showed them the drawing.  I died.  XD))

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[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker craned his head down a bit, careful not to upset his precarious balance.]

This is serviceable. It'd be better if I knew I could steer, though-AH!

[A wrong twitch of muscles and his wings folded on him. He dropped onto Skywarp, massive claws and talons unintentionally digging into seams and joints for purchase as he scrabbled on reflex to keep from falling off his wingmate. With a squawk of frustrated determination, he launched himself once more, powerful back legs shoving off from Skywarp's canopy as the not-Seeker stretched his wings out once more, legs tucked up underneath him. Flapping a few times, he managed to stay aloft. Then he experimented, tilting the angle of his wings just a little, squawking again in victory as he banked around to one side.]