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Love you Violet and Xaden

She's stuck at the Samara outpost. A treacherous place and the way she's commanded to work feels wrong. She wants out, but who can she go to for help?

Here is my OC for the Riders Quadrant Winter Prompt Fest 2025!

The prompt was: Graphic character sheet or any drawing of your OC in Empyrean universe. Character design and/or accessories shall be inspired by first 5 out of 10 pics you see after opening your Pinterest. The OC does not necessarily need to be a Basgiath Cadet, but of course may be!

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~Team: Fliers

-Goal, write about an obscure job at Basgiath War College

~Word Count: 371

~ Mention Team Mascot and/or Wing/Drift Leader for bonus points

"Silver?... Silver, where did you go?" I tried my best to hide the crack of worry in my voice at being left alone with a Gryphon I had only just met, but the Drift Leader obviously had more pressing matters to attend than a sweater fitting.

"Alright beautiful, looks like it's just the two of us for now... Would you so kindly lift your wing for me please?" I approached the sandy golden creature cautiously from the front, slightly to the left, making sure the measuring tape in my hands was clearly visible the entire time.

A gentle click of the beak, and disgruntled ruffle, all the acknowledgment I received, before the graceful wing lifted up and over his back, allowing me to duck in and begin my work.

You may find yourself asking, "Why on the continent is a gryphon being fitted for a sweater?" A valid question my friend, and the answer, is altitude.

When the Gryphons first arrived at Basgiath, nobody had been quite sure how they would cope up so high from their regular territory, flight acclimation had taken a few months after the venin attack, and soon, drifts and riots could be seen ducking, diving, dodging and dipping across the skies with relative ease...

The shivering upon landing however, had proven to be quite the problem, and so, that is how I, had suddenly found myself in quite the lucrative position. One that would certainly set myself and my family up for early retirement...

The only caveat?

Survive...

I gently stroked the beast's chest feathers and sent a silent prayer of thanks to Zihnal that Dragons ran exceptionally hot, and didn't need sweaters.

"Ok my lovely, I'l just need to take this harness of-

"Wiwiwi"

My head shot up at the strange sound, used the the clicks and chirps of the bird headed creatures, this new noise was a minor cause for concern.

"Awiwiwi"

It wasn't the gryphon...

Cautious not to look him too directly in the eye, I cocked my head inquisitively at the beast, who gently lowered his wings to reveal a basket between his shoulders, turning his great head toward it and clicking his beak gently.

Curious, I grabbed a nearby stepladder and climbed up.

A tiny orange kitten, sat inside, rabbit kicking a small glittery toy.