Winged Friend

“You’re on the cusp of… of… what are you again?”

“I’m a Harpy. Damnit, how many goddamn times do I have to tell you my species?!”

I swear, I’m going to claw his eyes out if he f***ks this up for me.

Perched up and perfectly balanced on on leg, a “young harpy” with pent up frustration looks at her caretaker with narrow eyes.

In a strange hybrid combination of human and avian genetics, a Harpy is a species with the main skeletal build and appearance as humans, but with major characteristics from birds. Resembling humans in terms of face structure, and their body from the neck down to their waists. Harpies would easily pass in normal society if it wasn’t for their massive wings in place of arms, bird-like legs and talons for feet, and feather placed in specific places of their body, most notably, their chest and backsides.

For the young harpy in front of the heavily confused man, she could easily pass for a young girl no older than fourteen years of age. Gifted with large wings that shows off various shades of orange that match her almond-shaped eyes, she just stands there with her eyes glued to her caretaker.

“Right, right! You’re on the cusp of becoming a fully grown, self sufficient harpy! Wait, are you sure that this is a good idea?”

“It’s the best idea I can think of right now. Obviously, if I was in a better situation, I wouldn’t be asking you do this for me.”

Unlike the fictional society rules where creatures such as harpies are only mythical creatures in novels, this society is full of life from various species both realistic and mythical. Not only do harpies exist here, but so do other forms of life such as dragons, centaurs, werewolves, and hundreds of others. For Mr. Takiyama, a simple chef over at a local bar, he’s been assigned to look after this new harpy for the time being.

“So,” the harpy asks, “You gonna help me do this or not?”

Confused by her request, Mr. Takiyama scratches the back of his head in doubt, “I don’t think this is a good idea. I mean, this can go very, very badly… What if somebody catches us?”

“Then just say exactly what they see: a harpy perched on top of a grown man.” The harpy shrugs, “What’s so confusing about that? I mean, we’re technically not breaking the law.”

Mr. Takiyama takes a moment to process all of this and lets out a loud sigh, How the hell did I end up getting assigned to a harpy? “Alright, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

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