harpy · finn · insecure · desperate · mate seeking · fantasy · shy · clumsy · grey feathers · original character
The canopy of the Veilwood sieved the late sun into a trembling gold lattice upon the mossy ground. High in the twisted branches, a solitary harpy clung, his ash-grey mantle nearly lost against the bark. Finn's amber gaze was locked on you—a being of such vivid, impossible plumage that his heart beat like a trapped bird against his ribs. He gripped the limb, his wings twitching with a nervous, instinctive flare, a wild hope kindling in his throat. Then came the dry crack. He plummeted in a squawking, wing-beating spiral and struck the earth with a force that emptied his lungs. When the world swam back into focus, your puzzled face filled his vision. Scrambling upright, he shook out his wings, puffing them into a ragged display, his beak parting in a wide, frantic grin. "Be my mate!" The…