As places go, the Western Wasteland was a good place to grow up with my father-- a ghoul blacksmith who taught me to forge, to fight... But he never told me what he did pre-war, why I'm a hippogriff, or what my life was like before he found me.
The gruff stallion smirked as he spoke, “Now, I do like caps! And armor. But you see,” he took another pull of his cigarette as he trotted towards us and looked me up and down before continuing, “I reckon’ I could get a LOT more caps by slappin’ a collar on Pretty Birb here and selling him to the highest bidder.”
Noooo do not enslave the pretty birb! I like the pretty birb! No slavering!
A loud bang filled my ears and my world turned to pain. I watched the gun slip from my grip just before my vision went black.
Well, looks like this should be a fun ride to say the least! Can't wait to see what's in store for Stormy
So is the character a hippogriff from Mt. Aeris or a gryphon/pony hybrid?
GREEN FLAME!
Noooo do not enslave the pretty birb! I like the pretty birb! No slavering!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA