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I have a harpy boi I want to use. So yeah. Anyone who's interested.

Yes?
YES!

Sorry, I love harpies

Oof gotcha!

They're just so cool!

They really are! So I had an idea, if you'd like to join.

I'd love too!

Alright. So the idea is that My harpy boi had basically lived in captivity. Harpies are rather rare. But he's sold at such a low price because he's so difficult. He won't eat or sleep. And the moment you let him out of his cage he could eat you in basics. And I was thinking his new owner, aka your character would slowly gain his trust and yeah.

Ooh! I'm following an artist on Insta who did something like that! I love the idea

I think we might be following the same person. XD Anyways. Shall we?

We shall!

Templates or no?

… Nah, too much of a hassle.

Good. I hate doing templates. Let's just jump in.

Hurray!

Hmm. Where should we start?

Erm, how about my character gets the harpy as a gift at a party and they're going home?

That could work. Would you mind starting it, if that's the case?

Sure!//

Evan walked down to his car, the man was holding a covered cage and staring at it quizzically. He had promised Xavier that he wouldn't open it till he got home so right now, all he knew is that it was something living and he probably shouldn't trust it.

The harpy inside the cage wad quiet. He was extremely nervous, his wings wrapped around his beaten and bruised little body. He looked exhausted and deprived of anything that a living creature needed to survive. The little harpy had no name. He had never been given one. He was rather cute looking. Black hair with white tips, his wings the same way.

_Boop…

(Sorry bud, I'm at church rn.)

Hello?//

The harpy inside the cage wad quiet. He was extremely nervous, his wings wrapped around his beaten and bruised little body. He looked exhausted and deprived of anything that a living creature needed to survive. The little harpy had no name. He had never been given one. He was rather cute looking. Black hair with white tips, his wings the same way.

Evan had arrived at home, opening the door quietly. He took off the tarp on the cage, peering down onto it. "Are you okay little guy?" He muttered into the cage, pulling some other bags out of his bag.

The harpy didn't speak, only gazing at the human with nervous, sky blue eyes. He kept his wings around himself, his eyes wide with fear. He didn't like this one bit, and he just kept his gaze away from the human. He shifts and sighed softly.

"Erm, okay. Where do you live? It was inhumane that Xavier would give me a living creature for a gift, I don't understand why I'm still friends with that jerk." Evan thought for a moment. "Oh right, he's my cousin, sorry for rambling, I'm Italian so I have a lot of cousins."

The harpy didn't speak, only gazed at the human nervously. He didn't like this one bit. He hated it, actually. He hid behind his wings, not wanting to talk at all. He just didn't know what to do anymore. He had been bred in captivity. And here he was. Still in a cage.

(Can we put this on hold for a bit? I'm sorry, it's show week and I'm really busy rn.)

Of course!//