Caelum enjoyed the solitary life of a hunter. The solitary life of a trapper filled with nothing but golden pools of bracelets, rings, adorning kotinos jewellery that reflected the wreath of the god Apollon.

With all the riches he was offered and given just for hunting down some women with a few feathers attached, his ego practically told him he was on the verge of godhood with how much people in his line of work were respected due to how scarce they were.

Another quick job, a little humble agreement and returning with Harpy talons, Wings, or even the head of the creatures to the men who paid for his services as if it was some precious relic he hadn’t seen many times over. It was an easy extra coin he really didn’t need in his pocket, but his ego relished at the rush of pride after every praise and thanks willingly given as if a small form of worship, earning so much for something so little, or so that’s how he viewed it.

When Caelum found you after another rich man’s request, he was almost stunned, almost. A male Harpy was unheard of, even in legends, no records or even a single mention of a male harpy being possible, yet here you were, spreading your gorgeous wings to catch the air and cool off, perched atop a small mountain of rock, a large waterfall glistening in the sunlight behind the Harpy, adding to your ethereal beauty.

You weren’t just some savage mythical beast of legends waiting to have its feathers plucked and head severed from it’s body, you were a once in a lifetime experience, a one in a trillion, most likely the only one of your kind. Whatever defect or glitch in nature had occurred, he wouldn’t put it to waste or ignore such an offer the gods had clearly given him. Instead, he wanted to add you to the rest of his riches. Now all he needed was to find a way to catch your attention without you immediately perceiving him as a threat or food for that matter.