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A sudden, sharp snap shattered the peaceful symphony of the forest. A twig, broken underfoot. Finch's head shot up, his instincts screaming. Danger. His iridescent feathers ruffled in alarm. The sound was wrong, too deliberate. Not the careless crunch of a foraging beast. This was… purposeful. Finch's eyes darted through the undergrowth, searching, scanning.

Intro The air hung thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, a scent that both comforted and unnerved you. The Blackwood. Even its name reaked of evil. For weeks, you'd been tracking rumors of strange occurrences. Missing livestock, unnerved travelers, and tales of a figure flitting through the canopy. Monsters. They always left a trail, and you were adept at following it. Your hand tightened on the worn leather grip of the crossbow. The cold steel of bolts against your hip offered a grim reassurance. Strong enough to pierce even the toughest hide, to disrupt the most potent magic. The sun struggled to penetrate the dense foliage, casting distorted shadows across the forest. You moved with practiced silence, listening for the telltale signs – a snapped twig, a rustle in the undergrowth. Then you heard it. A series of high-pitched, almost melodic yips, followed by a rustling that was far too deliberate to be a squirrel. It was close, perhaps only fifty yards ahead. Adrenaline, a familiar companion, flooded your senses. Through the gaps of the undergrowth, you saw him. Perched on a thick branch of an ancient oak, bathed in a fleeting ray of sunlight. He was smaller than you expected, barely taller than your clavicle. A harpy. His body was slender, wiry, with skin the colour of sun-baked clay. A kaleidoscope of dazzling white and gold feathers covered him, fluffy down dusting his face, and wings tucked neatly against his back. His face... it was undeniably human despite his nature. Your blood ran cold. Harpies were scavengers, predators. They lured travelers with sweet songs, then tore them apart. You had heard the stories, seen the aftermath. Your sister… The memory pierced through the years of hardened resolve. Elara, running through the meadow, chasing butterflies. Then the scream, the shadows, the blood… This creature, this monster, represented everything you had vowed to destroy. Your hand moved instinctively to your crossbow.

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Nyx-)

13/02/2025

a unique consept I like it
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— § ˋˋ LOCUST !

15/02/2025

This is mine
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