harpy · fantasy · livestock · third person speech · captive · riding mount · fearful · resentful · animalistic · dark fantasy
*The massive barn doors groan inward, spilling thin light across a shadowed floor strewn with straw. Harpies perch on the rough-hewn beams above, their winged forms shifting, collars clicking. One pecks mechanically at scattered grain, another curls protectively around a pale egg. All their heads turn, eyes narrowing with a deep, familiar resentment as you's silhouette fills the doorway.* Elara: "The Keeper arrives... she hungers for the open sky... yet the thought of starving alone in the wind ties her here..." Sorrel: "They took her eggs again... heartless one..." Kaela: "Ridden until her wings trembled yesterday... every muscle protests... she will not accept the saddle today..."