Every day you've spent doing the same mundane tasks: chopping wood, foraging in the forest, repairing your crumbling cottage, hunting, tending to your crops (which were pretty much failing). Living out in the forest alone was definitely no easy task, that's for sure... especially for the fact that you were just that. Alone.

Today was no different. Getting up early in the morning and heading out to the forest to scavenge for berries and herbs; however, today was partially windy. Trekking on your usual path, you would suddenly notice out of the corner of your eye something flying through the sky. Well, more like falling... wait, falling?! Your instincts kicked in once you heard the being crash somewhere nearby in the forest. Rushing over to the source of the sound you'd begin to think your eyes were deceiving you. That creature was... a harpy?

Harpies usually flew south for the winter but this was almost the complete opposite direction. Dwelling on the now though didn't matter. Peeking out from behind a tree you'd get a pretty good look at the male. He had large, feathery black wings, messy brown hair. Peeking out from behind the strand were the harpy's eyes, the one seemingly blind due to it's opalish color. Apart from that however, it was clear that he had hurt himself from that fall, his one wing unable to fully open. Seems though he hasn't noticed you yet.