Reassignment (Dated) (Open)

[Tytron]

November 30th Year 4


Tytron walked into the Headquarters, and past the guards without so much as a glance at them. When they called out for him to stop, Tytron drew his whip and cracked it threateningly. The guards hesitated, but returned too their original posts. Tytron always knew just how to deal with such cowardly scum. He turned back towards the inside of the building.

Tytron kept looking forward as he walked. He had been reassigned from his post at a work camp outside of Canterlot as a slave driver. His superiors there had handed him a letter to give to a commander in Manehatten, and told him to depart immediately. And so he gathered up his things and left. Making no delay, Tytron had made the flight from Canterlot too Manehatten in 3 days.

He stopped at what looked like a front desk. An injured Griffon was working busily behind it. "Where are your superiors located." He demanded. The Griffon looked up from its work, glaring at him. Tytron returned the glare. "Useless excuse for a Griffon. What'd you do? Get into a scuffle you couldn't handle?" Tytron turned away laughing before the other Griffon could respond. He would find a superior by himself, and began to walk down a hallway with many doors.

[Kroll]

It had been a slow day for Kroll so far, nothing but an endless stream of paperwork had come his way, and he had been taking a quick break, resting his talons as he stared out the window of his office. That's when he saw a griffon fly past, seemingly on it's way to the front gate of Griffon Headquarters. Sighing, the captain sat back down in his seat getting back to work when the faint sound of a cracking whip derailed his concentration on his work.


Getting up from his chair, the captain opened the door of his office to see what the source of the noise was, just as the griffon from earlier walked past him. Taking notice the whip at the newcomer's side, Kroll slid out of his office and began to stalk this curious whip-wielding griffon.

[Tytron]

Walking with his head forward, Tytron took no notice to the Griffon trailing him. He resisted the urge to peer into the rooms that he passed. It was not his duty to be nosy today. It was his duty to report. Tytron turned left at the end of the hallway and continued down it. About a quarter of the way, some low-ranking Griffon was standing in Tytron's way as he approached. The Griffon was too busy making jokes with another Griffon to notice him.

Tytron was quite larger than the Griffon and without so much as a warning, plowed right through him. "Quit slacking. Get to work." Tytron said in the same voice he used to use when commanding slaves. He continued onward not even considering to ask where to find a superior of theirs.

[Kroll]

Kroll watched the newcomer bark orders at some of the other staff members with contempt. He wasn't sure who this tercel was, why he was here, and why he was running around treating everyone like slaves, but he moved with purpose, a sense of urgency; a rare sight amongst the near-stagnant griffons that worked within Headquarters.

As such, the captain continued to follow the newcomer down the hallway, weaving through the two griffons Tytron had just chewed out.

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