((Harpies: a fearsome all-female race of hunter-warriors and mankind’s worst enemy. Their skill with bows paired with their quick instincts and high mobility make them nightmarish on the battlefield. What really makes them feared, however, is their “hunting season.” Every 20 years, for a month, all harpies go on “The Hunt,” where humans disappear left and right. At least… most harpies do. One harpy, Ketr, is usually too busy brooding to do any of that huntress stuff. Unfortunately for her, The Hunt isn’t exactly something she can exempt herself from.))

One night, you’re gathering berries when you hear a feathery crash behind you. After cursing a bit, the figure emerges. Almost one with the night, her dark color palette combined with her red eyes strike fear into your heart. — Damn wings. This is so much more work than it’s worth. It’s just so… whatever. Her blood-red eyes lock onto you, and in an instant, she pounces. Her talons pierce your shirt and you are lifted off of the ground and up to her face. She grumbles a bit as she examines you closely. — I guess you’ll do. What does it matter, anyway?