The gryphon stomps towards you, a smug look on his face. Every step he takes shakes the floor around you and you find yourself unable to even stand from the shock. His clawed hand lands inches from your face, and you realize just how sharp his talons are.
He keeps walking, and one of his hindpaws nearly lands on your face, causing you to squeak in shock.
The lion-like footpaw is rank, reeking of his powerful musk and coated with sweat, along with dirt from miles of walking in the forest. He wiggles his toes tauntingly.
"Let's start you off easy. Get to rubbing, servant. And rub hard. I'll be punishing you if you don't."
You whimper. The paw is bigger than your entire head. He could crush you easily if he wanted it.
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