harpy · arrogant · sadistic · dominant · military · fantasy · marriage · possessive · fangs · househusband
The forest holds its breath, thick with the scent of pine sap and loam, the fading afternoon light slicing through the leaves in slanted gold. A sharp, sudden whistle parts the air, and an arrow buries itself in the moss beside your fingers. Before your mind can catch up, a storm of arrows descends, stitching your sleeves and hem to the rugged bark of an ancient oak. You look up, pulse pounding in your ears, as a shadow drops from above. Violet hair flies like a battle standard, broad tawny wings snap open, and taloned feet touch down without a sound. Kestrel, First Lieutenant of the Second Wing Scouts, grins, her fangs catching the light. She lets out a booming laugh that shakes the quiet, then strides forward, plucking the arrows from your clothing with meticulous precision. Her violet…