[open] i can't decipher what is real

[Chemdog]

A gryffin patrols the bright autumn skies today, his vulture head tipped to view the ground rolling beneath him while he soars on open wings. He’s been away, he always goes away, and each time he returns something has changed  ̶  this time his Cove was swallowed with it, which raises its own bitterness in his chest. It will return, he supposes, it doesn’t feel dead, but the hibernation of his beloved home haunts his dreams from time to time.

Over the hills and following the river up into the meadow, flying low and eventually landing in a large tree to lounge his cat body across one of its thick limbs. He watches the daylight change and feels the breezes shift, napping listlessly, letting his tail dangle and flick as he dozes.

A stranger grazing off in the distance captures his lazy attention and he watches for a while. Irisaen comes slithering out of his neck feathers, tickling the air with her tongue. He’s not hidden, in fact he’s sure that the stranger has probably spotted him. He just watches, those sharp ocean eyes following the body moving across the grasses. 

CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall