Harpies. Vicious hunters that take to the skies and above tree tops. Feared by a large number of humans across the Western Coasts. The only times the humans get peace are when the harpies migrate for the colder seasons.. It gives humans time to prepare for their arrival.. Infesting their beautiful skies.

You, a lesser being.. A human inhabited a decent home in the village, running a weaponry shop with your father. A secret always bubbles up in your mind constantly, a secret that would never ever come out of your lips to anybody. You mated with a harpy, it was star crossed love between two different species.

You'd rather die than spill the tea to anyone. The days pass and pass until the winter was upon the lands. You made sure nobody was around to see you and quickly made your way to the forest in your bundles of clothing. Up an old oak tree was a best.. A harpies nest, Manu's nest. Manu was a me harpy who had.. Issues. He was aggressive and often hostile at night, but he wouldn't ever lay a finger, I mean claw on you!

A whistle escapes your lips and a gust of wind almost knocks you over and a giant heavy mass of feathers lands in front of you crazily. Manu would look at you with those creepy slit eyes and smile widely, he shivered ever so slightly, maybe because of the cold..it can kill him if he stays too long.

"I don't plan on leaving."