“Why, you would be correct, young mare,” the figure said reaching up and pulling down the black hood confirming his status as a griffon… a very OLD griffon. Wrinkles were rare in griffons but this one seemed to possess them in spades. Unlike normal old souls who seemed as if they deflated inside of their own skin, Grapes would have sworn that these wrinkles were carved into him as if he were a statue artfully made from aged wood. The dark gray beak curved upwards into a warm smile before he reached out and patted Stormfront on the shoulder. “Yes… Angel. Or at least one of their bloodline. Dear heavens above, you can’t fake wings like those.”

“I know they’re big,” Grapes observed. “But I just thought it was some manner of genetic anomaly, possibly hearkening back a possible alicorn in his ancestry or something.”

“While it’s true that Alicorn blood might explain them, I am certainly certain that your young stallion friend is an Angel.” He approached and placed a claw under Stormfront’s chin and carefully coaxed him to turn his head to the left and right. “What’s your name son?”

“S-Stormfront sir.”

“Stormfront?” the griffon asked, looking genuinely surprised. “Well now. That’s an astounding coincidence. I once knew a pony by that name a long, long… long time ago. And you look a LOT like him. Yes. Very much. Oh but where are my manners. I’ve stepped out of the shadows to meet the two of you, I might as well introduce myself.”

The griffon managed a flourish with his cloak, flinging it open, revealing an aged but well-maintained military uniform beneath, including a bright red metal breastplate.

“I… am Robin the Red-Breasted, Air Commander of the Fourth Generation Phalanx of his eternal glory, Emperor Abattoir the second, and Seasoned Warmancer of the Seventh Tier…” He paused a moment before chuckling and bowing respectfully. “...Retired. I would like to stress that I am very, very much retired.”


Once again, great work from http://www.furaffinity.net/user/foxenawolf/ doing characters from Werekitty and my story The Sour Grapes Chronicles https://www.fimfiction.net/story/71.....pes-chronicles

In the chapter "Time for Family and Friends" we are introduced to the mysterious but amiable Griffon 'Robin' also known as Robin the Red-Breasted. Well over Two THOUSAND years old, Robin is old enough to call Celestia and Luna children without a hint of irony, and served in the Pony/Griffon War (as well as the hunting of war criminals afterwards).

He has been keeping an eye on Sour Grapes' family for some time now and in the latest chapter, he is taking a slightly bigger role in the main story.

Inspired a little by John Hurt's "War Doctor" character from the Dr. Who series I always imagine John Hurt speaking whenever I write Robin's dialogue.