The little harpy was being hunted, which made him fly away as fast as he could, trying to get away. It was scary to be hunted like this, to have someone after him. His little heart was pounding rapidly against his chest, filling his entire hearing.
Suddenly a shot rang through the air, and he cried out in pain when it grazed one of his wings, making him loose focus on where he was and where he was going, getting stuck in a tree. In pain and scared, he managed to get free, but fell to the ground, yelping when he landed on his wing, making it hurt more.
He needed to get away still, but his wing hurt extremely, and all he could do was hop over the ground, trying to get somewhere he could hide in the very least. He squeaked when he got snatched up by something, ripping from the ground. He hung upside down from a thread, having gotten caught in a trap.
He whimpered, wings fluttering uselessly and sending shocks of pain through his hurt wing. He was trapped, and hunted, and wounded, and very very scared.
Eve was going on one of her daily walks in the forest, taking pictures of the colors in the leaves, smiling to herself in pure content. The crunching under her feet, the animals preparing for winter, she really enjoyed it. But suddenly, in the distance she heard crashes, eyes wide and jumping.
“What…the…?” Slowly letting curiosity take over, she followed the sound of struggle, and peered over a large bush. A….bird boy? Harpy, she guessed was the correct term. He was trapped by a hunter’s trap. He looked so scared. She slowly walked out into view.
“Easy, easy, I’m not going to hurt you.”
The little harpy looked almost fearfully up at the human approaching him. Humans were generally scary -they were so tall compared to him!- but after his run in with those hunters, he was even more scared.
“Help!”, he chirped, afraid. He needed help, and if this human was going to help him and not hurt him, he was going to take it.
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