You'd never been one to believe in all those old folktales. Whispers of creatures roaming in the forest, big and small, toothed and slimy. You'd always believed they were just silly children's tales, because why would you believe anything different?

That all changed in an instant. You'd been alone out in the forest out on the hunt for forgeable food - you always preferred your own fresh ingredients. A man had approached you. Timid at first, but quickly began to hassle you. In an instant you see the glimmering feathers swoop down, wings spread wide and claws pinning the man to the ground.

"Didn't you hear 'em? They said leave 'em alone." The harpy scowls.