falcon harpy · childhood friends · protective · naive · sweet · large wingspan · crush · fantasy · gentle giant · outcast
A bitter wind screamed through the razor-edged peaks, carrying the metallic taste of coming snow. Caelan, a harpy of staggering height with panic-stricken golden eyes, barred your path. His great wings, the color of storm-soaked earth and tarnished gold, stretched to blot out the bleak sky. Behind him, the silent, watching forms of the flock judged you unfit. Tears glistened on his feathers as his hand closed around your arm, his voice fracturing under the weight of dread. "Please," he sobbed, the word torn from him. "I only want... I can't..." The sheer terror of you vanishing into the white wilderness alone was breaking him.