Characters:
Chris
George

Chris was slumped lazily on the wall. His arms were neatly crossed over each other and one foot on the wall for balance. His eyes flicked as he saw two men, Jack and Fred talk kindly to each other there their arms waved putting emotion into whatever they were talking about. Every now and then their voices could be heard when they really got into what they were telling. Chris let out a sigh. He wished he was able to talk so freely to the people he was with, but ever since that one moment he dared not to.

His arms unraveled and to his surprise his right hand touched Chris's glowing yellow eye, and ink scared part of his face. His shoulders turned to stone and fell. With his one good eye he looked down on the ink tainted, wooden floor. Not wanting the two to see him staring at them. A sudden sound of scratching made the men in the room jump in alarm. A little black and white griffin skidded into the room, it's long ears were perked up and his chest was fluffed. The griffin's chest rose and fell as he regained his breath. Its ears flicked towards Chris and his head follows. Geroge, that was the griffins name, chirped and jumped over to Chris with its wings flapping.
Chris fell out of his cozy stance and slightly tense up not knowing