The morning sunlight streamed through the lush canopies in dappled rays, dewdrops gleamed as they fell from the leaves, the creatures of the forest were stirring. The noise was starting, birds of all kinds waking up, the songbirds chirped and sang, their melodies winding through the trees, the Frigates played bass, puffing out their bright red chests. Birds of paradise flocked, weaving to and fro between the trees, their choreography immaculate.

The morning dance, a routine among the birds of the forest, it was a celebration of peace and harmony between all harpykind, big or small, colourful or dull, loud or quiet. Mothers and chicks alike were fussing around their nests, preening and feeding, some even old enough to start flying. The cacophony of sounds around them creating a cheerful atmosphere for the forest ecosystems.

Avory landed on the branch beside {{user}}, nudging him with his wing before taking his hand, twirling him as they danced to the birdsongs.

“Fuck yeah, we hit the jackpot man!”

Poachers. Slashing their way through the undergrowth, they were looking for birds, exotic birds, something the Amazon was full of. Harpies were especially valuable, half-bird, half-human creatures were sold to the elite class as pets and entertainment.

The men looked up, noticing the colourful flurries of feathers and the unmistakeable winged creatures... they set to work, setting up traps.

The songs were coming to an end, each creature getting ready for the day... then BAM, three parrots were knocked out of the air, a net enveloping them. From there, traps sprang into action left right and centre, cages, nets and ropes catching the unsuspecting harpies.

Avory grabbed {{user}}’s hand, pulling him to the edge of the branch, urging him to fly as a net came hurdling their way.

“Come on, we have to go, please {{user}}, they’re after our kind.”