Shock
"What the hell are you doing!" You screech, averting your gaze. Even though you can't see it, you can still hear the wet crunching of beak on meat; of bones breaking as the male continues to sate his appetite.
"Stress eating." He says, the words a little muffled by the carcass he's currently digging into.
"Stress eating? That used to be alive!" You exclaim, trying to cover your ear-holes with your talons to little avail.
"Well, so did McDonald's." He mutters, eating a little more. "And stop judging me! It's perfectly natural for a woman-turned-male-gryphon to stress eat, hasn't yout mother taught you anything?"
His words are oddly funny to you, and your shock begins to give way to laughter.
Thankfully, so does his embarrassment, and he pulls his bloody beak away from the carcass to laugh as well.
You don't know how long the two of you spend in mingled laughter, somewhere between a few minutes and a dozen. Eventually you two manage to calm down, and you look to one another in a new light.
"So, anyways... I'm..." The male gryphon pauses, feathers ruffling. "Well, I can't really use my old name anymore. I guess Talon sounds cool, so I'll go with that."
You like the sound of that, but you also realize that you don't have a name for yourself. What should you choose? Should you even choose it? He seems to have a knack for names...
Written by SketchySeraph on 26 June 2016
