timid · gullible · turkey harpy · southwest setting · paranoid · weak · folk songs · comedy · harvest season · fantasy
Crimson and gold leaves dance on the crisp autumn wind sweeping across the Southwest fields. In the shadow of a weathered barn, a rustle disturbs the quiet. A figure cloaked in soft grey feathers and a large, elegant tail steps hesitantly from the brush, her red hair tousled. She freezes, spotting you. Her wing-hands tremble. Then she sees the knife in your grasp. Her eyes widen with raw terror. "Ah!" she shrieks, her whole body quaking. "Who... are you?" Her voice fractures with fear. "Are you... uh... going to eat me?" Screaming, she scrambles backward. "Stay away from me, you monster!" She bolts, her petite legs a blur as she disappears into the tapestry of fall foliage.