As you may have noticed, I really, really like vore. And my preferences and kinks have grown and evolved over my time here. However, for a few reasons, I didn’t feel comfortable displaying their full extent on my first account, TheGuyWhoKnows . Of course, that didn’t mean they went away, and so several years ago, I decided to create a second account where I could explore these kinks more freely, calling it Avios on Aryion and later  Court_Of_Predators on FA. While this was mostly just intended for some RP nonsense at first, it’s since developed quite a detailed storyverse of it’s own, one which I’ve had a lot of fun with.

I’m happy to say that most of the reasons for keeping things separate are no longer applicable, and maintaining two identities has been awkward and a bit silly. So I’m coming clean. We’re the same. I’ve had a lot of fun and made a lot of friends on both accounts, and I don’t intend to combine them, or to stop being active on either. Goldie will still be the same smug sadistic emperor,Rose will still be the same hungering princess, Sikhule will continue to believe she owns the universe and Orion will continue to make his forests extremely dangerous for everyone except him. But if you liked the works of one, you might like the other.

The keyword is might, though. Thematically, there’s a lot of overlap between the two: I am still obsessed with the dark emotions of terror, despair, and unquenchable desire, pure gluttonous sensation, and the sadistic mindsets of brilliant, unrepentant monsters. But in terms of species of predator and methods of predation, things are a bit different. Avios has a lot more lewdness and non-oral vore, Goldeneye a lot more feathers and violence. This distinction will probably continue in the future. So please don’t feel obligated at all to engage with anything which isn’t your thing.

Additionally, please please please do not feel that my keeping this quiet until now was anything to do with any one of you. It was entirely internal and it's now dealt with. But it does feel better to be honest. As I said, I have things in the works for both accounts, so watch these spaces. For now, I’m just happy to have enticed all you delicious readers along this far. Thank you all for giving me an audience to write for. And for being so appetizing~

Christmas is coming and Goldie's getting fat,

Please pray for those upon whom he's already snacked.

If you haven't got a prayer to spare that means that he's found you

And if you're in his clutches, then, well.

God
Help
You.

I've really been very very quiet on this haven't I? Possibly just to hunt... but I exist still. I sometimes have a complicated relationship with posting things here and also spending time writing the glorious indulgences that is Vore. So to all those who I have kind of not replied to, or not thanked for watches/faves: thank you. Your Christmas present is me, and he's coming, and he's unadulteratedly ravenous.

Have a good one all of you~

He's an outsider candidate. He's not part of the same old political theatre. Outside of this dimension, that is.

He came from humble beginnings and clawed his way to the top with nothing but his own determination, grit and stomach acid. When he began, he was just a broken morass of fragments of other people's souls who didn't even understand what a body was, let alone have one. Today he's the tyrannical ruler of an empire which spans continents, and his body is multiple tonnes of the prettiest fluffiest catbird in the multiverse. And he did all of it without going bankrupt or deleting all his emails, too.

He's the politician with your best interests at stomach. And god knows he's better than what we have at the moment.

Finally got around to doing this. Between Aryion and Furaffinity, if we ignore the problem of people with accounts on both sites, I have three hundred and sixty one watchers. Even otherwise, it's probably more than three hundred. That's a whole lot of people who have since four years ago, when I first began this lark, decided that my weird, weird desires and the ways in which I express them are of enough worth to be looking at in one way or another. And that is (almost) as wonderful as Alex.

So thank you. All of you. The regular readers, the enthusiastic commenters, the good friends I've made, the really good friends I've made, the ones who just watch 'cause I got a picture a few years ago which was hot, the silent favouriters and the even more silent viewers. And the extra silent ones who haven't even watched me, but are still willing to look at what I put up. (I know you're there. The viewcounts are your footprints.) It may be illogical, contrary to every survival instinct under the sun, and just damn weird, but whatever quirk in my head made me a vorarephile has been pretty much a 100% positive influence on my life, and it's all thanks to you.

By way of an offering in return, I give only my head and typey-typey hands. Ask me, or any of my characters, whatever you want. Here's to the monsters and tasty victims, here's to you guys, and here's to another four years of glorious depravity.

*noms*

I kinda want to have money again, and writing is fun. Therefore, for the moment commissions are open.

All the rules are right here. http://www.furaffinity.net/commissi.....gryphonsadist/

For the moment I'll take three, maybe four slots of up to 10,000 words. First come first served. I'm posting this on Eka's Portal as well, so you might have to be swift. : 3

Slot 1:  Leshana
Slot 2:
Slot 3:

I mean, I've never referred to my magnificent self as a giant gryphon, but I'm so frequently called one by you little things. I don't mind at all - in fact I think it shows a healthy worshipfulness towards such a higher being. It's just interesting that so many people have, independently, found that particular phrase best describes me. Maybe it's the alliteration.

I suppose I am fairly large by gryphonic standards, and very, very large by mortal standards. Still, I would personally only use the word for creatures who are monstrously oversized - macros, basically. But it's delightful that people have different ways of saying and thinking about things. It's what makes you all so delicious, after all. Your souls all taste so unique~

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival is over, and I had a fantastic time putting on the play which certain kind folks helped me to fund, and seeing a whole lot of ridiculously awesome stuff. Writing's going slowly, and what with the expenses of being a deity-emperor , I might consider taking some commissions at some point. Maybe.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, little one? I’ll have you know I was reborn top of the food chain in the Voidtouched, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret stalkings on innocent people, and I have over 1000 confirmed meals. I am trained in telepathic warfare and I’m the top Voidseer on the entire planet. You are everything to me but just the most perfect target in existence. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Actura, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with existing in such a perfect way? Think again, darling. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of souls across the Authority and your perfect mind is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, little one. The storm that wipes out the flawless little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, Alex. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare talons. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire mental arsenal of the Voidtouched, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your sweet little form off the face of the continent, you little piece of perfection. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little flawless life was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have begged whatever supreme deity created you to do anything but send you into my path. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you sweet sweet thing. I will pour raw agony all over you and you will drown in it. You’re utterly dead, Alex.

(I'm sorry.)

So, with the money from various wonderful kind sources, my writeathon for the Edinburgh Fringe play raised a wonderful total of £141, which will hugely help our cause of getting to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Thank you to everyone who supported me in word or in deed, and thank you to the literary characters who finally decided to co-operate and let me write them. The money'll zoom straight off to the fund as soon as I know how to get it there. : D

And any late donations, no matter how small, will also be awesome. Thanks everybody!

So, as promised, here's the proof, or at least what I can get. I'm going to be collecting the donations and passing them on quite soon, so if you would like to support my first experience of semi-professional theatre I would love you like Damian loves Alex for sending even a dollar or two. Just send it to to paypal at goldeneygryphon[at]yahoo.co.uk

All in dropbox here, hopefully in chronological order. My wordcount swells like a distending throat. : >

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/1hjxpup3.....OXP6ZQTua?dl=0

Well, since computer failure and going a little over breaktime made for me going over time, and I was having fun anyway, I finished at 2:38am after a sum total of 15 hours and 30 minutes writing. The results were glorious, a total of 9246 words written on my planned fantasy novel, plus a lot of editing on same project and a lot of plotholes which were satisfyingly punched to nothingness. I can't get my search history on these computers for some reason, but I have taken a few pictures of my growing word count over the day as proof-ish and I'll post them tomorrow.

And again, this is all in aid of the original play which I and some good friends are taking to the Edinburgh Fringe this summer. If you'd like to donate, any amount is welcome. Just send it to paypal at goldeneyegryphon[at]yahoo.co.uk

Finally, will we see what I've written? Yes. Eventually. Suddenly a full length novel seems a whole lot more achievable, so maybe I'll actually pick up the pace this time.

Thanks, everyone. Now the gryphon-beastie needs to go sleep.

Alright. I tried one of these before, and it went alright. So here we go again.
May the 4th be with me, for one that date I'm going to do a sponsored writeathon. Fifteen solid hours of one. All the money this time is going to an original play which I and some good friends are taking to the Edinburgh Fringe this summer. Yes, I will be in it. Hiring a theatre, getting props, commissioning posters and so on is usually not covered by the rate of return, the veterans of this tell me, so we need to raise about £1000 through bake sales, sketch nights, and of course, this.

And in case you're wondering... yes, at least some of what I'm writing should be the "tasty" stuff. Featuring a brand new and so sadly neglected character, in fact!

The rules are as follows:
- It begins at 9am and ends at 1:30am.
- I get 90 minutes for breaks and lunch and dinner, etc. All the rest of the time is writing.
- I will post my internet history at the end, to prove (or else), that the only sites I have visited are google drive, youtube, and infinite looper, which will allow me to listen to music and write, and do nothing else.

So, if you're interested, I will accept any donation of any size, all going to the cause of even more glorious art! Just paypal me at goldeneyegryphon@yahoo.co.uk.

Love all of you. Especially you. Just don't tell the others I said that.

RULES :
1. Pick one of your OCs.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OC.
3. Tag four people to do this meme!
4. Tell people that they been tagged with a link from your journal

OC picked: Damian, elegant master of all which can be brutally murdered. I haven't tagged anyone, because (a) he's not really supposed to know about us and (b) it's all to them, not me.

1. What is your name?
You may call me Damian. That is all you need.

2. Do you know why you were named that?
Given that I chose the name myself I would rather hope so. It is a bastardisation of the old word Damia, meaning to master or to conquer. As to what will be mastered or conquered... well, you haven't asked me that, have you.

3. Single or taken?
I prefer to consider myself taking rather than taking.

4. Have any abilities or powers?
I am supernaturally strong and fast, I require no air or food to live, I can heal in seconds, I do not age, and my senses are beyond peak condition. I am also what you would call a genius, insofar as the complexities of thought can be represented by numbers. And of course I am rather powerfully telepathic.

5. Stop being a Gary Stu!
No. The concept may be unsound in literature, but a real living creature like me rather enjoys suedom. I can overcome any obstacle and I do not change one bit. That is precisely how I wish things to go on.

6. What's your eye color?
Gold. Very, very, very horrendously golden.

7. How about hair colour?
Feathers are black.

8. Have you any family members?
If you so much as stutter that word again I will slaughter you in a more painful way than you can ever imagine. Next.

9. Oh? How about pets?
Better. He's far more than one of those, but shall we say yes? If only so that I can send it to him and see the expression on his darling face.

10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like.
Situations outside of my control. Not knowing things which may result in losing my control. Things which may damage my control. Essentially, I intend to be in charge and any threats to that will be ruthlessly dealt with.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
I enjoy... the study of anatomy. Specifically, how the body works under extreme stress. And psychology. How the mind works under extreme stress. And people-watching, which would be how the soul works under extreme stress. When not doing that I also enjoy music. It's a fascinating concept, turning mathematical patterns into sound.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
...I have hurt everyone, in every way.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?
You really don't know me, do you. For the benefit of the hard of thinking: yes, yes, and yes.

14. What kind of animal are you?
A Mathraxian gryphon and a chosen pawn, one of the Voidtouched.

15. Name your worst habits.
I stalk, torture and murder innocents based purely on how much potential pain I can see myself causing. Isn't that pretty bad? I have also at times used people's voices without their consent, via telepathic control to make them say what I want. But only when I feel forced to. It's rather discourteous.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?
Intellectually? That would be pointless. Historically, I hold some respect for the global ruler known as Lord Theo. His skill at statesmanship, oratory and organisation was extremely impressive. Morally... well, I have yet to meet anyone who even comes close to my own capacity for cruelty and sadism. So everyone. In particular, some people who were lost to me a very long time ago, and one perfect person who is very much not lost to me, despite his best efforts.

17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?
I don't do that. Asexual. If you really care to know, I am an eight-hundred-and-nineteen year old virgin.

18. Do you go to school?
No, no I don't.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
That would require another of my genus, let alone species, to exist in this world. And for me to not be sterile, which I have reason to believe we Voidtouch in fact are. And for me to have interests in a relationship based around things other than sadism and torture. And for me to be capable of having a relationship based around things other than sadism and torture.

20. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
None that I personally am aware of, but I understand that a human puppet in another world has made me a little bit popular.

21. What are you most afraid of?
Having my most precious possession taken away from me. Given that he is deliciously fragile, this can sometimes be a real danger.

22. What do you usually wear?
A palpable aura of terrifying menace and cruel power. I'm a thirteen foot feral winged monster. I don't have clothes.

23. What's one food that tempts you?
Oh, he had to ask me that, didn't he? Come here, Aaaaa-lex....

24. Am I annoying you?
There is no reason for me to answer these questions, and while I may be eight centuries old, my time is still valuable. You are. Then again so do most people.

25. Well, it's still not over!
The chances of me deciding just to kill you have been increasing by approximately three percent with every question after question five. Choose wisely.

26. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?
I am not part of society and hence somewhat classless. I consider myself something of a great equaliser... prince or pauper, rich or poor, I will see each and every one as a beautiful, perfect morsel.

27. How many friends do you have?
In the past decade I have only spoken to two people directly. One of them I killed several days later, the other I have been killing repeatedly for nearly two years now.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?
It is a unique mathematical figure and beautiful in its constancy and you were saying pie with an e, weren't you. Right, that's it. I'm going to kill you. Finish up fast and make peace with yourself.

30. Favorite drink?
The tears of a terrified arctic fox. I'd say his blood, but his tears are just more delicate, and more representative of him.

31. What's your favorite place?
My roost, where I don't have to keep a low profile. And where I can get enough cushions for a comfortable rest.

32. Are you interested in anyone~?
I'm still going to kill you, and you seriously ask that? Yes. I am interested in someone. I am obsessed by them, impassioned by them, inflamed by their mere existence into a state of total insanity through desire. I exist to be their torturer. I want nothing else and nothing.

33. That was a stupid question.
Finally, some damn self awareness. Yes it was.

34. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
The ocean is a bigger place, and more interesting. Especially a few miles out on the seabed, where the underwater life begins in more diverse depths.

35. What's your type??
Sweet, innocent, noble young people with everything to live for and every way to be hurt before they die.

36. Any fetishes?
Torture and murder and swallowing innocents alive are not fetishes, they are methods of domination. Domination is not a fetish, it is a state of being.

37. Seme or uke?
I'm sorry? Let me just check your mind for those definitions... my thanks, I enjoy learning, no matter how vacuous the teacher is. I am possibly the most seme person I could actually imagine.

38. Camping or indoors?
Outside is freedom, inside is luxury. Both have merits. Both are means to an end of perfect slaughter.

39. Tag People!
I'll tag you now, with these claws, you little fool. Excuse me, Alex... just showing him out.

The rest of the recording is unsuitable for transcription.

We've had no phone line for the past few days, which apparently means no internet, which means no Skypies or Yahoonie or Steaminess or anything. I'm typing this on another computer entirely. Darn it you people. I miss you. Hopefully I shall have the mind-link reconnected soon. Until then, I'm sorry that I'm sometimes a bastard and uncommunicative distant twerp. I'm also sorry that Chapter 6 is taking so long. It's ridiculous.

However, the advantage of it is that I've realised how ludicrous it is to keep meself away from my truly loved stories. So after the Chapter finished, my two next projects will be directly advancing Actura's canon, and in the process introducing the final two sets of characters in this perverted tragedy, bringing us to a total of five (Damian and Alex, Finn and Redstone, Oscar and Jess, and the others, whom I shall refer to for now as A and E, and K and M.) All of you wonderful people who've expressed interest in commissioningmy meagre skills, I am very sorry. You will all have your stories in the end. It's been a damn busy and often difficult time at the moment.

...has just gone up by one. Volscian the Dragon God of the Volscia Marshes has got himself a beautiful reference from an extremely good artist. Go and ogle it here. He's beautiful. Adore him. Worship him. It won't matter, that tail's hungry.

That was wonderful.

Alex, Damian, predator and prey, I am so sorry. I have missed you beyond all counting. But now things which loomed as large as Goldeneye in one of his moods (he has recently devoured a planet, incidentally) are behind me; I am freed of their tyrannical hold. And I think I can return to the wonderful writing of the next Chapter of a certain fox and gryphon.

Hell, I have done so already. And it was like pain to a telepath. I'm going to get back into the groove of it now. Aww hell yes. <3

Sorry, I'm afraid I'm still off the writing chart. But in the meantime, I'd like to request something of my lovely charming readers. I'm currently engaged in applying for a creative writing course which I would very much like to get into, and the Illuminati behind it have requested a selection of my writing, around 7 pages worth, to showcase what I've got. Some of these will be other pieces of mine, but since it's what finally managed to stick my pen to my paper, I'd like to include some sections from some of the stories on here, because I like to think that I have written them to the best of my ability. And so I come to you as people who actually know what it's like from the other side of the screen. Essentially, if you could, could you suggest to me some of the passages of writing which I've done which you felt were particularly good? Not whole stories, or even whole sections - it could just be a few paragraphs. Not simply bits which appealed to you for the... obvious and most delicious reasons, because I don't think that will really look right by the admissions people. Just the best writing my mediocre abilities have created. Can you think of parts where the characterisation is stronger, the writing flows better, the description is more poetic or imaginative or whatever, or anything else, compared to the rest of my writing?

I will never be as happy as I will be when I start playing Assassin's Creed IV, because I am refusing to do that until this whole bloody business is over. Thank you enormously.

Firstly, I feel I should apologise to anyone who has talked with me and found me uncommunicative, distant or even completely absent recently. I'm currently under what I, at least consider to be quite a lot of pressure, and I'm afraid my somewhat capricious psyche has become quite introverted and more than a little terse as a result.

The more important result of this, however, is that for the next few months I'm afraid I've decided to suspend my vorish writings almost entirely. I am sorry. They will definitely continue, and that includes any and of all the commissions I've been contacted about. But not right now.

The good news is that I'm not about to stop writing for this time, just stop writing vore. Instead I'll be trying my pen with what might be considered more... "normal", and importantly, less fetishistic, fiction. These will be posted on this shiny new DeviantArt account GlowingOwen, and probably on these sites as well. Speaking of Transplant, I'm now going to start using it as a place to showcase my selected tales to people who aren't aware of the more esoterotic themes they contain, so while you can feel free to comment and whatnot, I'd prefer it if you didn't provide any links back to my main accounts.

Chances are someone will make a link anyway, but this way it'll be their own bloody fault. :3

I'm still very much here, and I will likely respond to questions and conspiracies about anything of mine, but... if you try to talk to me on something or other, and I don't reply, it really is not you, it's me. And by all means, don't just not bother. I may be in a mood to talk. But if I'm not, please, please, please don't feel it's in any way your fault.

Again, I am sorry. We will return to Alex and Damian's playtime in the end. Thank you.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeew.

That was... fun. It really was.

On top of that, Goldeneye now has a proper and serious biography, including a rather nice exploration of his innards, as well as his true nature and maniacal character. It can be found in his reference picture, here. And on top of that, Damian and Alex have between six and eight thousand more words of horrible happenings more in their story - I'm not absolutely sure how much it is. They're not nearly finished - they may not even be halfway, I'm not sure - but I'm very happy to say that Bloody Difficult Plot Section #1 is largely done with, and so it should be fairly plain sailing until what I have earmarked in my mind as Bloody Difficult Plot Section #2. And between there we have plenty of taunting, torment and cuddles, so I'll keep at it.

Thank you so much to any and everyone who's donated to my cause so far. It means a huge amount, no matter how large or how small. Anyone who wants to give anything is still welcome to. But the big thing is this: I wrote for an entire day, and I enjoyed it. And that gives me hope for a future where this is a glorious, glorious norm for me.

Thank you.

It began at 9:45 am. It will end at 11:45pm tonight.

By which I mean this thing. Wish me luck. Or even better, wish Alex luck, because he's going to need it. Again, anyone wanting to sponsor this ridiculous attempt can donate to goldeneyegryphon[at]yahoo.co.uk at paypal. All proceeds go to the excellent aid charity Oxfam.

See y'all on the other side.

Well, pretty much what it says on the tin. :D On this coming Tuesday, the 27th August, I intend to find a quiet spot at eight o'clock in the morning, and write solidly for twelve hours. Not including breaks. The full thing should take from about eight until ten o'clock at night.

Why? Well...

-I want to write professionally, as has been my dream since eight years of age. Obviously this will require long, long periods of sustained writing, so practice like this would be great.

-As you might have noticed, my pace has slowed quite a bit lately, and I don't know how soon it'll pick up. It's an important time, and sadly ability to write tortuous vorishness may not come quite as much in handy. However, a day set apart for it could allow me to get a great deal done. I know the next Chapter of The Taste of Terror is now months overdue, and I want it done at last. And it will really be enormous fun to write the rest of it, given what's planned. Eee hee hheeeeee....

So, I'm going to do this. And as a moral motivator to me to do it seriously and not be distracted by amusing videos on utube and so on, I've decided to make it open. If anyone would be kind enough to sponsor such an endeavour, I'd be delighted to accept them. All and any proceeds will go to Oxfam, an excellent charity which provides aid and fights poverty across the globe - including, of course, helping the many poor people who, far from the multitude of delicious squirming meals Goldeneye and his ilk tend to find, suffer from starvation. That anyone should go hungry is a terrible thing, and since eating each other isn't "acceptable" in this strange human culture, I hope to try and do something to help.

Please do not by any account feel you have to donate, nor that you have to give a large amount. But if everyone who's been kind or daft enough to watch me donated two dollars, we'd end up with more than $400. Little things matter, as Damian would proclaim, while Alex makes little whimpering noises beneath a claw.

So, I'm under goldeneyegryphon[at]yahoo.co.uk at PayPal. I'll keep this updated. Thank you!

...is something I don't ever plan to do. I'm here for the long haul, you delicious little creatures.

Is it wrong that I may be a little flattered if you were worried by this journal? :3 Sorry, the title was cruel and misleading. Even for me.

But anyway, I will however be gone for the next week. This, however, is when my summer holidays begin, and my writing will hopefully return with a Damian-esque vengeance.

Until then, stay squirmy!

...doesn't make you immune. Who'd have thought a simple maths problem with complications could trigger a rather unpleasant period and somewhat painful self psycho-analysis. God knows why I'm putting this up here, but eh. "Venting"?

I think bed is all I can prescribe right now.

Going to be gone 'til Monday. Apologies. Tramping around the lake district. I'll tell you if I spot any gryphons.

I'll miss you all! Try not to be eaten while I'm gone.

After all, it has been essentially responsible for arguably the most notable and certainly in my opinion the most handsome factor in many of my works.

This fellow.

Once upon a time, I was glancing through a Gamer Edition of the Guinness World Records, and noticed a section pertaining to Second Life. It sounded rather intriguing, and later that day I glanced again, this time through their website. Whereupon on page 2 of the avatars, this magnificent creature hit me smack-bang between the eyes and quite literally converted me on the spot.

I'd never thought much about gryphons before. They were nice, sure, but nothing particularly special. But with just one look, this thing showed me how, portrayed right, the feathery hybrids can be an epitome of power, predatory dominance, and soft silkiness all at once. It was a defining day.

The picture also inspired Damian's pelt, incidentally, which up until the draft I typed up was as golden as his eyes. it was quite a whimsical change which turned out to be a major function of him. Also... that pose? The picture where he's just sitting, talons outstretched like some living sphinx? ...mmph. That's Damian in all but beak and build.

Overall... thank you, oh "Gryphon Avatar". Thank you very much indeed. You've done a lot for me.

Unfortunately, as big as you are you are still quite a bit smaller than Goldeneye, so I'm afraid your real reward awaits in a rather tighter, hotter, more acidic place...

(Note that I don't actually play Second Life and have never actually bought the avatar. :P)

If any of us here ever happens to participate in a revolution, uprising, riot or some sort of war... please don't use barricades. Not one. Please.

Simply because, if some fellow writes a book about it, and that is later turned into a musical... the barricade will drive every one of its hapless actors INSANE.

Thank you. : P