A sleek, feathery cat slid through the grass. The plant was so tall, only his overheight tail was above the grass. He searched for a place to accomplish his simple mission: to claim this place.
He had the sleek design of a cheetah, but the features of a roadrunner. Two speedshifters combined to one sleek gryphon. His wings were folded tightly against his sides, completely useless due to his size; if he were the size of his bird, he would have been able to fly for a moment, but he was too large.
When the gryphon found a boulder, he slunk to the top, eyes shining with determination. His eyes narrowed against the wind, he let out a single yowl before peforming his speech.
"I, Skittle, claim The Grasslands for my clan. I give my word that I will treat my females as they deserve and will put my clan before myself. By becoming king of this land, I will spread a legacy!"
Now this seems familar... As I walk towards the sound of a hopeful king. My paws touch the ground lightly and my wings are folded. Ahead of me was a young Gryphon caracal. I quicken my pace and then slowly sit in front of him.
Are you sure of that Skittle? Will you treat your females evenily. Would you risk life and limb to save a cub from danger. You speak infront of me, Akila goodess of the cats.
Something different... he he I look at the king to be. He looked of kingdom quilaty, but I'm sure he may have his softer side. I sit quietly but I stare at him, giving him my you-better-tell-the-truth look. This was sure better than going to the volcano.
"Yes, Akila," meowed Skittle, confidence in his voice. The gryphon gave a bow to show his sincerity, then waited patiently for her answer.
Skittle was not at all surprised of a goddess greeting his claim. He'd speaked to a few other more experienced males before going here, and they'd told him exactly what would happen. All was going exactly to plan.