#wingless gryphon

[harkthorn]

Domestic griffon giving paw to a person I ran out of energy to finish defining

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[the-skooma-den]

So in the original story when syke was in her late 20s I had it so she specifically had never had a pet herself. Her brother has pets shes helped with and there mayve been a family pet at some point but she specifically has never had one. When I changed it to her being in her late 30s that just didn't feel right because she does really like animals, BUT I don't think pre base game she would go out of her way to get one because she was mentally not doing very well

So my solution is basically a stray cat adopts her. At first it's just on their property so no one minds cause it eats vermin, then it turns into "well,,,theres not many rats now because he's a good hunter. I'll pick up cat food on my way home"

And eventually its "well,,,its cold at night. Maybe I'll let him inside by the fire"

And so on and so forth until this giant, old, scarred up, mess of a tomcat is unambiguously hers and it follows her around and sleeps in her bed and she loves him very much

Except because of how they met and how long it took her to admit it was her cat, he only answers to "Cat", so that ends up just being his name

[blindecho6]

Last wingless harpy and her hellborn boyfriend :d

[s1x-foot-deep]

@crtvirus ok i know this isnt exactly what u asked & i did absolutely LOVE the designs for monster falls back in the day but even so i didnt vibe with them entirely SO!!! i wanted to make my own "monster" designs <3

both stans are Grotesques, different types technically. their parents were a gargoyle and centaur, and shermie was a centaur

dipper and mabel's parents are a centaur and some type of fae. mabel IS semi-magical but its not controlled, and very minimal as the twins take after their centaur parent

pacifica is a wingless gryphon/griffin/griffon, and being wingless is a sore spot for her

wendy is an axehandle hound! & all her family are different Fearsome Critters. soos is a sasquatch cuz i wanted him to be & that way he can stay relatively the same. hes already perfect just as he is<3

ideas not in this post for other characters: gideon has a monster parasite controlling him under all that hair(like a headcrab kind of), robbie i think would be similar to The Rake in shape if u remember that creepypasta, & i think mcgucket could be a werewolf for the symbolism of losing ones self & also cuz i want him to be a werewolf. i can do anything forever

[uesp]

Did You Know: The Quasigriff is the result of selective breeding and magical experimentation to create wingless gryphons?

[coelophysoid]

Birds of Tehar

Note: Tehar has a taxonomic system somewhat different from the one in OTL. =otl is used to show what OTL clade is equivalent to that clade on Tehar. If =otl is not used, the clades are the same in two timelines.

Birds (Aves, =otl Theropoda) is the most diverse terrestrial vertebrate clade (typically considered a class) on Tehar, with over 13000 species inhabiting the planet's whole surface, except for deep oceans and some caves/subterranean ecosystems. Birds are a relatively young group of animals, having first evolved in Triassic and being closely related to another living class, gryphons (Gryphi, =otl Ornithischia) and an extinct class Anserotitania (=otl Sauropodomorpha), united together in a clade called dragons (Dracones, =otl Dinosauria). They are also more distantly related to suchians (Suchia, =otl Pseudosuchia).

Some characteristic features of birds are their, at least ancestrally, bipedal gait, light pneumatized skeletons and complex breathing system with air sacs inside their bodies; some traits, such as strict oviparity, feathers and endothermy, are shared with other dragons; finally, a common feature for most but the most basal birds today is complex feathers and ability to fly.

Historically, there were many different ways to classify birds, such as splitting birds into Pterygornithes, incorporating all winged birds, and Apterygornithes, incorporating the archaic wingless lineages; or dividing them into Odontognathae (toothed) and Anodontognathae (toothless). Externally, it was pretty well-understood that birds and gryphons are relatives, but what other groups do they have relations with has been a subject of debates for decades. Still, nowadays it is pretty well-known that birds (and gryphons) are suchian relatives, and internally, bird class has been divided into 6 living and many more extinct clades.

The most basal living avian clade is Euapterygornithes (=otl Ceratosauria). Wingless, toothed and long-tailed, these avians have branched off the whole avian tree all the way in the Triassic. Nowadays they are a very diverse group, including animals of different sizes, diets and anatomy, having underwent most of that evolutionary radiation relatively recently in the Paleogene. They inhabit Motutea, Kadalia, Tanah and Uzun.

Somewhat less basal than the euapterygornitheans are the motunuiavians, found predominately at Motunui but also at Motutea. These birds are also wingless, toothed and long-tailed, but they have much more rigid tails and are, in fact, closer to all other living bird groups than they are to euapterygornitheans. There is a relatively little number of their species nowadays, most of them predatory. The ancient ferocious regiavids of Cretaceous Uzun are their close relatives.

Third group of birds, enantiornitheans, is extraordinarily diverse. They have lost long tails and are typically volant, with feathery wings helping them stay in the air. However, they have teeth. After neognaths they are the most diverse birds on Tehar, though differences in their ontogenesis and social behaviour make them less prone to high diversification of species (most enantiornitheans, unlike most neognaths, grow slowly and occupy multiple niches as they age). Enantiornitheans are found worldwide.

The fourth, relatively small, avian group is Noctiraptora. While historically these toothed, volant birds have been considered a peculiar branch of enantiornitheans, they are nowadays seen to be closer to palaeognaths and neognaths and particularly close to an extinct lineage of aquatic Cretaceous birds, Palaeolari (=otl Ichthyornithes). Noctiraptorans are exclusively predatory and volant, and are more diverse at Libya and Uzun than any other continent.

Fifth bird group is small and includes almost exclusively secondarily flightless forms. The palaeognaths are edentulous, typically large and cursorial avians widespread on all continents, except for Motutea and Sagastan. They have some typical archaic features that have made them associated with enantiornitheans sometimes in the past, though nowadays they are well-understood to be neognath relatives.

Finally, the neognaths, the most common and diverse avian group on Tehar, inhabits the whole planet and includes a vast number of toothless, typically volant, birds of all shapes and sizes. From tiny songbirds of Uzun's temperate forests to giant flocks of seabirds at the shores of Qaria to terrifying bearbirds of Hatunwata, most birds on Tehar are neognaths.

[ask-inspector-adventure2]

The Griffin or Gryphon is a legendary creature with the body of a Lion and the head and wings of an eagle that appear in Ancient Egyptian art and mythology. The oldest known depiction of a Griffin-like animal in Egypt is a relief carving on a slate from the two dog palette, which dates back to around 3300-3100 BC.

Griffins are often depicted with four legs, a beaked head, and wings. They can also have cat ears and their bodies can be winged or wingless. Asiatic griffins often have crested heads, while Minoan and Greek griffins usually have spiral curls.

Griffins are powerful and majestic creatures that symbolize divine power and protect the divine. In legends and folklore, they guard the gold of kings and other priceless possessions. In predators, or they could be devoted to protecting, which sometimes considered immoral and wicked, or divine and godlike.

Griffins were popular decorative motif in Ancient middle Eastern and Mediterranean lands, and spread throughout western Asia and into Greece by the 14th century BCE. They are often depicted seated on their haunches or recumbent, and are sometimes paired with the Sphinx.

In Egyptian mythology, Griffins are associated with the Sun God and are thought to be guardians of pharaoh's. They are often depicted trampling on head's in art to symbolize the pharaoh's victories over Egypt's enemies. Griffins are also sometimes depicted as violent predators, but can also devoted protectors, which can be regarded as either immoral or divine.

Oh and one more thing they enjoy raw meat or like to steal any animals as they're meal like deer's or horse's

@kaiju-wolfdragon-the-rp

@kaiju-wolfdragon

[manyblinkinglights]

Okay, so, depending on how angle limits work, I could/should just counter-animate my hind torso and only have my legs constrained.

I could even… okay I know how to use the script to change the values in an animation. But people can also re-record animations themselves. If people recorded their bendy poses, instead of me relying on the insane math of constraints, the anytaurs would be way lighter.

It’s not worth it rn… I want to finish my gryphon. I’d need two physbone scripts per thing that needs leftness/rightness, so that’s six to capture every way your hips can move. Damn, just your hips…

The benefit of my current method is it’s “analog,” in large part. I mean I added float-driven refinements, but there’s a lot going on without any intelligent responses at all.

Okay, I won’t pursue any new stuff… I do wonder if having a poseclone was the best thing to do… I think so, because it makes transitioning in and out of poses smooth. Like if I just turned off all my constraints to pose my body directly it would definitely snap real bad on transitions.

Today is either work on gryphon or make an Excellent wingless version of myself for Umbra clubbing. No flight, no wings, no bounce, no poseclone; I might need to replace a Contact pair with a physbone and inside-out collider to pull my Contacts number down. Its magic trick can be me putting the biped back on it so it has a proper Quest fallback.

[redux-iterum]

Alright tumblr mobile isn’t showing me anything I type hope this is legible.

With writing stories featuring animals it isn’t a bad thing for your novel to have animals that appeared in a completely unrelated book. Like how many books feature wolves as the protagonist or cats? Go crazy go wills go crazy. Make a world that you imagine these animals would live in.

But if you two had to write a book with an animal that wasn’t cats (or dogs I guess now with survivors) which animal would you pick? Especially in a unique setting.

DULLARD: I do have a setting dedicated to prey animals found in redwood forests, but that covers a lot of creatures (mice, bats, birds, salamanders, skinks, etc). If I had to pick a specific one? Probably something in the amphibian family: frog, toad, newt, etc (if not all of them at once). I have more fun with the concepts I have for them in the redwoods than most of the other animals. If I was to go more typical, I do have a faint idea for a crow-based story, but I think the amphibians would be more interesting.

LYNX: Aww hell yeah! I've been working on a few other xenofiction side-projects (that are very barebones atm), some with mythical creatures, some with real-world species.

With the mythical creatures, I have a few, but the main one I'm fixated on right now has unicorns, drakes, and wingless gryphons all sharing a world together. It's not our world, obviously.

With real-world creatures, I have a more anthropomorphic xenofiction concept planned, though it's not like, furries, it's more like Guardians of Ga'Hoole and The Named where the creatures are still physically similar to what they are, they just use tools now, and it's a Ghibli-esque post-apocalyptic setting with sapient crows, rats, and mice.

Regarding naturalist xenofiction (ie, physically animal and can't use tools in a non-realistic manner), I don't really know. I haven't thought to try anything besides cats.

[fluffgator]

[P] Pidge Sketchpage

Little personal piece I did as a warm-up a couple days ago~ This is my truesona, Pidge! They're an Owl Cat or wingless Gryphon.

[sir-gawain]

NovelAI really can't do Griffons. All attempts have resulted in utterly cursed beings.

There are two primary NovelAI Diffusion models. One was trained primarily to recognize tags and terms via anime art (this is the model I've been using for character art). The other is trained using furry art. Both anime artists and furry artists are good at tagging artwork, which is how the folks at NovelAI taught their model how to recognize the use of tags and how they relate to images.

Neither model is any good at generating art of Griffons, Dragons, etc.

The first hurdle to clear is whether to spell the tag 'Griffin,' 'Griffon,' or 'Gryphon.' Using 'Gryphon' got me closer to the desired results than the others. 'Griffin' and 'Griffon' resulted in wingless creatures that looked kind of like shaggy dogs. After selecting the correct spelling for that part of the prompt, the Anime-Trained model still has extreme difficulty generating the correct number of limbs or the correct shaped beak.

Here are the best results from the "NovelAI Anime Diffusion Full" model, out of around 100 images:

The furry-trained model had slightly better results, but it was still pretty bad. It resulted in fewer creations with not-enough limbs, but more that had too many instead. On top of that, the way it drew leonine hind legs and the eyes was... suspicious. Even once I added and blocked tags to get rid of the "come-hither eyes" and the overly-detailed, overly-shiny legs, the model still spit out creations that often had Disney-Face syndrome and looked too anthropomorphized in the face area. Most were also drawn with proportions that made the Griffon look like it was the size of a small dog, rather than the size of an elephant or large truck.

Here are the best results I got from the "NovelAI Diffusion Furry" model, out of around 100 images:

In conclusion, I don't think the AI is ready to make art of D&D Monsters like Griffons quite yet. Valentia will have to wait awhile before her art can be replaced with something original.

[harkthorn]

Griffon with a little spring in her step

(Wish I had the grey Ecoline/s again for sharing with, or even watercolours)

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[thenixkat]

I'm curious how dragon taxonomy works in Prince of Gold, since Centaurs are included in that clade.

'Dragon' is the term to describe all creatures descended from ancient hexapod vertebrates in the setting which are descended from a common ancestor.

Colloquially, common centaurs tend to use 'dragon' in a general speech to refer to scaly dragons, ie. any hexapod that is mostly covered in scales. Even tho fire dragons like cattle (a small domesticated sauropod-like dragon commonly bred for meat and milk) and Fire Drakes are more closely related to salamanders (a scaleless wingless semi-aquatic hexapod kept for wool, highly flammable saliva, and milk) than they are to the poison dragons like wyverns and basilisk who are more closely related to gryphons.

Centaurs belong to the Order of dragons that adapted to flight using their middle set of limbs as wings. Centaurs secondarily lost their ability to fly in exchange for being really damn good at running, but traces of their ancestor's wings can be found in the long spurs on their front legs and the skin membrane that extends from the elbows of their front legs to their hips and/or knees of their hind legs. The other species in the same Family are sphinxes, who remain fully flighted semi-social ambush predators, and manticores, a semi-flighted solitary ambush predators. A different Family in the same order were middle-wing flighted herbivores like pegasi and winged wild boars.

Wyverns and Gryphons belong to an Order of dragons adapted to flight using their first set of limbs as wings. The Griff (colloquial term for gryphons and their close kin) Family is fully feathered and lack poison/venom and the majority of them are large apex predators. Gryphons have cat-like hindquarters and live in the mountains. Hippogriffs evolved alongside centaurs as their major predator in the open plains chasing them down with their own long horse-like legs. The wyvern Family are sparsely feathered, with some feathers adapted into poison-filled quills, and use venomous fangs (or venom spitting in the case of basilisk) to defend themselves from larger predators like their griff cousins.

The fire dragons (most of which actually are all in the same Family, a bunch of long-necked herbivores that evolved to weaponize their methane production) are in the same Order as salamanders and tarasque.

Wyrms belong to two different Orders that reduced their number of limbs as they became burrowing and/or swimming creatures. The only fire dragon that isn't from the same family as cattle and fire drakes is the lindworm, which uses a chemical reaction similar to that of a bombardier beetle to produce its stone-melting flames.

Basically, 'dragon' in this world is used the same way that we use 'reptile'. A bunch of shit thrown under a term with only some of them having close common ancestry due to outward appearance which shit that does share a common ancestry but not looks left out when non-scientists are talking like how people leave birds out of reptiles when all their closest relative are all considered reptiles.

[blindecho6]

When you are taking a nap and your guardian storms in to complain about the work you didn't do.

Btw. They are both harpies. They are 3/4 species of harpies in this world depending on how you want to count it. The girl with the gryphon is a Wingless Harpy (can fly with the use of magic) and the figute in front is Chiroptera Harpy (that's apparently the name for bat-like wings and that's what he has)

[fuentes-fantasy-writing-n-art]

Return of the Stolen

By RL Fuentes

(This story was first published in the anthology, "A Season for Romance: Summer Simmer." Story, characters, and artwork created and owned by Rebecca Fuentes)

Emil braced his hands against the balcony railing and let the night breeze cool his flushed skin. If only he could shake the dream images from his head so easily. It always started like the memory—his ship trapped between two others, the crew and passengers separated.

He rubbed his arm, the fear and fury of that day rushing back.  

Mother clinging to him, weeping in fear... 

Why had he allowed her to come along? But she’d been so proud of him. 

The pirate captain appearing, sword in hand, striding down the deck toward them… 

Emil flapped his open robe in the heat of the summer night, remembering that first sight of the elf. Flushing with heat that had nothing to do with anger, he’d been mortified. That glance had . . . stirred his . . . nethers. 

That rogue demanding to speak with him, Lord Magus Emil L’Mont. . . Mother screaming as the elf bore down on them…

Six months had passed, but Emil’s mouth still went dry at the memory. 

That extravagant hat and coat, shirt open far below the collar, a glimpse of dark chest and collarbone, low-slung trousers and stormy blue eyes. 

Sweet mother goddess. 

He'd never seen a wingless elf before. An Exile. Only the worst elven criminals were cast out.

The pirate–and what else? A murderer?–taking his chin, Emil’s heart hammering. "You're the magus?" 

Mother, terrified but trying to intervene before Emil swept her behind him. "Stay back, Mama!"

He paced the balcony, wishing he could dunk himself in the bay below to quench the fires. That thrice-damned captain had tossed his purple braids back over his shoulder, winked, and patted Emil’s cheek. 

"Perfect. I was afraid she was your wife.”

Mother squawked, either flattered or scandalized.

His gaze raked Emil up and down. “I'd never seduce a married man." 

Hovering beside his captain, the mate snorted, "Liar."

They shared a sidelong glance, the captain’s grin brimming with mischief. “It was just that once . . .”

Where do I sign up? Even in his dreams, Emil cringed at the thought.  

At the time, he’d slapped away the hand and the playfulness with it. The thieving pirate had demanded to see the priceless artifacts on board—rare scrolls Emil had recovered from ancient ruins. He’d researched and funded this expedition for that very purpose. Goddess only knew who the pirates would sell them to, if the savages didn’t ruin them out of ignorance.

That mate stepped up and sent his aura right into Emil’s mind, plucking out the information they needed—the location of the scrolls, exactly how to disengage the wards. Emil had struggled, attempting to think of mathematics, poetry, even ridiculous theories about gryphon breeding. Nothing worked.

In his dream, however, he leaned into that hand, stepped into the captain’s arms, and kissed him until neither propriety nor scrolls mattered. 

Emil pounded the heels of his hands on the balustrade; he shouldn’t be attracted to the filthy thief. The man had threatened them and used his lackey to invade Emil’s mind. But . . . he’d left everyone alive and unharmed. He hadn’t even crippled the ship. 

Emil shook the thoughts from his head. This cannot continue.  Those minutes of attraction had become an obsession, one he must eradicate. 

Still . . . what he’d said . . .

I’d never seduce a married man.

Implying he would seduce a single one, yes?  Emil raked a hand through his hair. 

Stop this.

He couldn’t risk his position by taking a male lover. The very idea was scandalous. It would stain his family’s reputation for generations. The inevitable repercussions prevented him from acting upon his desires; they did nothing to ease his loneliness. His position at the Magi Tower should have provided company and stopped Mother’s questions about marriage. Instead, it was a competitive and solitary life, with too much time for daydreaming about blue eyes, purple hair, and a dark face with lips perfect for kissing. 

Stop it! It was a silly quip. I’ll never set foot on a ship again, much less meet him.

Emil’s shoulder blades itched, warning him someone had tripped the room’s wards. He whirled around, his arcs flying out to scan for intruders. But how? Not even another magus was powerful enough to evade his carefully-crafted protections. Yet someone slipped through as if the magic were water. 

Emil’s aura pulsed through the rooms. A fellow magus? No, he had never encountered this aura before.  At his touch, it opened, and the intent was far from innocent. Emil’s face flushed.

Emerging from the darkness of the room, a figure bowed. “Will you come to me, or should I join you on the balcony?”

That husky voice had been haunting his dreams every night. “You.”

The captain stepped into the moonlight, lifting a bottle of wine. “Who else?”

“That’s Estalian wine.” It was insanely expensive, semi-illegal, and completely irrelevant, but Emil’s thoughts were such a jumble of fury, surprise, and elation, it was the only safe thing to focus on.

That mischievous grin lit the captain’s face, sending a frisson of need up Emil’s spine. “I stole it.”

The admission jolted Emil from his shock. The thrill of this man, here, in his private quarters, warred with suspicion. Why is he here?   

Emil rushed into the room, jerking to a halt barely out of the elf’s reach. “What are you doing here? After what you did to us? To me?”

The captain set the wine on the table and stretched, arms over his head, making Emil very aware of the rogue’s tight breeches, open shirt, and exposed chest. 

Goddess, he moves beautifully.

“My man saw a little more than planned when he peeked inside your head. I couldn’t resist.” He spiraled a strand of anima into the cork and pulled it out. 

Couldn’t resist . . . me? A shiver of anticipation left Emil’s body taut. Reason battled against yearning. This wasn’t a covert flirtation or careful, illicit banter, everything left hypothetical. The man—the pirate, the rogue, the thief—offered him what he couldn’t take . . . shouldn’t want. As a lover, a pirate, and an Exile, he was forbidden fruit. The Crown and Courts would execute him without a trial.

“If you’re caught here,” Emil whispered, “you’ll be hung.” And I’ll be ruined. 

“At least.” The elf poured the wine, the rich fragrance filling the room. “Perhaps I think Lord Magus Emil L’Mont is worth the risk.”

It’s my dream, except who would risk their life for an assignation with me? Especially one he didn’t even arrange. Some young ladies had fluttered at his appearance before he attained his robes, but that was as much for his fortune and title as anything else. He was too cynical to believe otherwise. 

And despite the hot desire beating through him, he didn’t believe the pirate captain either. 

“This is a trick.” Emil snatched at his robe, grasping for dignity. “You stole my scrolls, and you’re taking advantage of me . . . of my . . .  of the situation to steal other important artifacts.”

The captain took one glass for himself, sipped, and held the other out to Emil. “What if it’s both?”

The audacity. The blatant admission hit Emil like a slap. With a single arc of magic, he dashed the offered glass out of the captain’s hand to shatter on the floor. “Get out.”

The Captain tsked. “A waste of excellent wine, my handsome magus.” He savored another sip, holding Emil’s gaze before abandoning the glass. With a sweep of his own arcs, he brushed Emil’s defenses away, stepping close until they stood face to face.

Emil sucked in his breath. “What . . .?” In his dream, they’d been this close. They’d touched, but it couldn’t happen. There was no happy ending to this.

The captain brushed a strand of hair away from Emil’s forehead, his gaze soft and serious. “The wine was an apology.”

This shouldn’t be happening. But Emil leaned into the touch and inhaled the captain’s scent mixed with the wine: blackcurrant, vanilla orchids, and smoky clove.

“And the interest is sincere,” the captain whispered, lips almost brushing Emil’s cheek. 

Emil wanted to believe him as much as he wanted to kiss those lips and follow the yellow tracery of scars from the captain’s cheeks all the way down his body. He simply couldn’t bring himself to do either. “I . . . don’t even know your name.”

His aura brushed Emil’s, invitation implicit. “Call me Cae.”

“Cae.” A name to whisper in the dark, although he barely had enough breath to speak. His chest heaved for air. 

Warm lips brushed his. Cae’s fingers slid down the edge of Emil’s robe, his aura pulsing hot red and pink.

“I can’t trust you,” Emil said, although his aura sparked and his body trembled in response to the caresses.

“Not yet.” Cae barely kissed him. “Keep the wine. Enjoy it, and when I come back, maybe you’ll trust me a little more.”

“Back?” Emil’s fingers spasmed, as if to grip Cae’s shirt, and his arcs surrounded them both before retracting.

But Cae was already moving away, disappearing into the shadows, slipping through Emil’s wards just as the tramping of guards sounded in the halls. Gone.

They knocked and spoke with him; an intruder had been sighted. But no, Magus L’Mont had seen no one, heard no disturbance. And when he returned to the open bottle of wine, sitting beside it on the table was a single, carefully penned copy of one of the precious scrolls Cae had stolen from him. 

Returned in exchange for his heart.

[general-radix]

I'd been feeling dissatisfied with my peacock Fakemon, Phasiris; it mostly came down to how Phas was "just" a peacock without much of a twist, so I tried to come up with a secondary theming. Long story short, my train of thought eventually led me to plonk Phas into my Sin/Virtue 'mons concept.

The Phasiris species has gone from a mundane peacock to this Pavo crisatus-flavoured wingless gryphon with a humanoid face. Hopefully, an improvement.