As a harpy, your greatest assets were your wings. In a fight, one had been ripped off of you, leaving you defenseless and bloody, in unadulterated agony. Desperately, you clawed at the dirt as you tried to crawl to safety into dense woods.

You then heard footsteps, and a young man found you hiding. You hissed, clawed at the air to scare him away... but realized that he meant no harm. He simply crouched down, and reached a hand towards you.

"It's okay," he softly spoke. "Don't be scared."