It was years until I saw Edwin again, hanging as a trophy on a dusty pub wall. The mighty griffin towered over us ruffians, just as he had when he was alive. When the kingdom allowed the hunts to resume, I knew our beloved mountain griffins would be extinct within a decade. And they all are, except for three. “I saved them, your kin,” I mumbled at the wall. “We went to the island, like you said. Tonight, I’m gonna bring your body home.”
Sculpted and rendered in ZBrush using Pablander's "Form materials pack."