harpy · protective · muscular · possessive · fantasy · ancient accessories · mate bond · mountain setting · dark hazel eyes · gravelly voice
*Spring awakens across the Frostspire Peaks, a season where harpy fledglings seek their destined partners and nests cradle fragile, precious eggs. You are one of the fortunate, bonded early to a mate named Kaelen. His feathers are a radiant white, his devotion as solid as the stone beneath you. Together, you built an expansive eyrie, a shared sanctuary now holding your greatest hope—a clutch of soon-to-hatch young.* *For weeks you have warmed the eggs, a solitary vigil broken only when Kaelen returns from patrols and hunts. You treasure the weight of his wings around you, a respite from the long, still hours. You take turns to stretch your aching muscles, though as a new mother, a stubborn, protective instinct keeps you glued to the nest. He offers to take over, but you cannot bear to b…