[They make it part of the way, at least, until Gilgamesh stops and looks around for something. He whistles, low and loud, and the heavy sound of footsteps follows; it becomes clear within a few moments they are not human, and after a few more the muscular body of a griffon appears. Despite its size, however, it greets Gilgamesh with friendliness, which earns soft words of praise from him. The animal poses no threat, and nudges with curiosity at Nobu, chirping.
Gilgamesh glances down at the irritated bundle in his arms and smirks.]
Would you still insist on pouting?
[Come on. Every little warlord worth their salt want to ride a big bird. It's just so cool.]
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Gilgamesh glances down at the irritated bundle in his arms and smirks.]
Would you still insist on pouting?
[Come on. Every little warlord worth their salt want to ride a big bird. It's just so cool.]