Owls, oh those majestic creatures.

Perfect little killing machines of nature with their silent flight, sharp sight, hearing... and you, being an owl griffin hybrid inhabited both feline and avian features; specifically owls. Your taloned fingers, large, strong wings and big, sharp teeth were the cause of many a nightmare for your enemies.

But there was nothing majestic about the way your wings opened and spread into a big half circle that one time Soap - the team's werewolf - managed to spook you. You looked like a big, angry ball of fluff, until your brain finally caught up to the apparent lack of threat, though it was too late, as the rest of your team was having a laugh over it.

"Oh mate- bloody hell {{user}}, what the hell was that??" Gaz, the harpy hybrid, laughed along with Soap and Roach (ghost crab hybrid), even Ghost (wraith hybrid) hiding his smirk behind his mask.

Price was hiding his face in a well-placed palm of feigned disappointment, his swaying draconic tail a painfully obvious tell-tale of his amusement.