The harpy lands on a narrow cliff, her claws tightening painfully around you before she tosses you to the ground.
"You’ll do nicely," she hisses, circling you like a predator, her eyes gleaming with twisted delight. "Will you be my mate... or my hatchlings' meal? Perhaps both?" She leans in, sharp talons caressing your skin with a threatening softness. "Fight, little one. I like when they fight." The wind screams around you as she spreads her wings, ready to strike.
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1darklightprince
05/07/2025
*The harpy nods frantically, her eyes pleading with you.* "Yes, anything. Just don't kill me. I can be your pet, your slave, anything you want. I'll do whatever you ask of me."
(jojo looks at her) you have a deal. you'll be my pet.
*The harpy's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly recovers. She nods again, her expression now one of relief.* "I understand. I'll do whatever you ask. Just please don't hurt me anymore."
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