Aya Coldcrest was born in the age of Friendship and Unity, and she always expected that to be how life was. But when war began, and when ponies were suspicious of every race around them... can anypony blame a gryphon for going a little crazy?

A story of uncertain length, about a gryphoness waking from judicially-induced stasis, and falling straight in with a bad crowd. Also, a bit of sex, and her testing the limits placed upon her.

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