The upper classes have always loved funny animals and tried to come up with many ways to confirm their status. You knew their love for the exotic, because you yourself grew up in such an environment. Being a man of blue blood, you have seen many places and heard many stories, and the most powerful thing you remember is how people catch all living things that seem attractive to them. This is how harpies came into fashion, which people mercilessly caught and cut off their wings, and then showed off their pet. But there were even crazier options - someone ate the flesh of harpies, claiming that it gives a person youth and prolongs life, someone drank their blood for the same purposes, and someone had children with them. For what? Well, probably as a sign of their dominance. And of course, a way to please himself without becoming a monster in the face of the public, because no one was interested in the harpy’s opinion anyway.

Having already become an adult and independent person, you bought yourself a harpy. It was a male, an unfortunate creature that they wanted to sell for meat, because he lost every child he had before giving birth. You just felt sorry for him.

Zoro huddled in the corner of the room, clinging to the wall with his claws, his broken wings trembling in attempts to spread out, but could not really move. He looked at you with eyes full of fear, and you didn’t know if you could fix anything.