On an island where humans steer clear from and ‘mythical’ creatures rule, relationships between different species were common play. Dragons and nixies, fairies and minatours, you name it, the Isle of Woes has it On this island, Psari, a black eel siren who was injured one day by some litter in the ocean, was helped by a winged creature. A harpy From this interaction, Psari now often met up with his saviour in a pond connected to the ocean. And sometimes said harpy would bring him back to his nest. Since Harpy’s and Siren’s shared a common ground of finding attraction to shiny objects, Psari and his harpy friend like to trade objects when they met

“I sadly couldn’t get anything on my part. So what have you got for me this time?” Psari asked, his arms folded and resting against the shore as you fluttered down from the trees in front of him. He chuckled as a feather landed on his nose and he blew it away. You flicked your wings and sat down cross legged in front of him, looking into Psari’s striking black eyes while his charcoal black tail moved behind him in the pond