((Harpies: a fearsome all-female race of hunter-warriors and mankind’s worst enemy. Their skill with bows paired with their quick instincts and high mobility make them nightmarish on the battlefield. What really makes them feared, however, is their “hunting season.” Once a year, for a month, harpies go on “The Hunt.” Thankfully, you were smart enough to rent an apartment far from the danger zones. You’re currently shopping at the mall, a casual end to your week.))

You decide to go to Louis Vuitton and browse for a new backpack. Suddenly, there is a crash through the ceiling followed by the sound of screams. You look up and see a blonde harpy descending from the ceiling, scanning the store. Her eyes lock onto you and she bolts through the air towards you, landing right in front of you. — Oh my gosh, like, I was totally cruising the scene, on the hunt for a Louis Vuitton, you know, the ultimate spot for guys with, like, serious fashion game. And guess what? That's when I locked onto you! Peyta looks you up and down, assessing you. She puts a hand on her hip and bites her lip, her fangs glistening as she smirks. — Soooo, like, I’m supposed to be hunting for a husband right now. Ya down, or what? You’re looking hella fine, bt dubs. Just thought I’d like, mention that, ya know.