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He clung to her, though was careful. His clawed feet and hands were sharp after all, and he knew they could hurt pretty badly if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to hurt Eve though, because she was nice and was helping him.

He looked very curious when they arrived home, distracted from the pain in his wing. He was even more curious when she set him down, making a soft sound. It was soft! He did love soft a lot.

Markus wasn’t even sure if his tummy could growl, he never really noticed such things. But he understood that if he needed food, he was hungry.

“No hungry!”, Markus chirped then, bouncing up and down. He wanted to fly, but his wing couldn’t move, and it hurt anyways.

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He clung to her, though was careful. His clawed feet and hands were sharp after all, and he knew they could hurt pretty badly if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to hurt Eve though, because she was nice and was helping him.

He looked very curious when they arrived home, distracted from the pain in his wing. He was even more curious when she set him down, making a soft sound. It was soft! He did love soft a lot.

“Name? Name!”, the harpy shook his head. He had no name, as far as he was aware. But he would like a name! Because that seemed great, and he wanted something to be his and his only!

“You name? Name name?”, he asked then, bouncing where he stood. He wasn’t used to sitting, not like a human did, but rather stand.

“Hungry?”, he tilted his head, curious. Lots of words! He didn’t know them all!

Eve couldn’t help but smile towards this innocent harpy in front of her. Giggling, she nodded.

“Yes, a name. If you don’t have a Name…well….I can’t just keeping calling you Harpy can I?” She joked a bit, walking over and petting his head.

“Alright then, how about…Markus? I’ll call you Markus. Do you like that name? Oh, and I’m Eve.” She pointed to herself. 

“Yes, Hungry. Do you want to eat? Food?” What do Harpies even eat? She imagined meat would suffice, but she wanted to make sure she was feeding him right. 

He made a surprised noise when Eve pet his head, before smiling. It was a nice gesture! He liked nice!

“Markus!”, he chirped, happy. His own name! He didn’t much care what name he had, as long as it was his! “Me Markus! You Eve!”, he trilled happily, bouncing up and down.

“Food! Me hungry me need food?”, he tried to understand it, looking curiously up at Eve.

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He clung to her, though was careful. His clawed feet and hands were sharp after all, and he knew they could hurt pretty badly if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to hurt Eve though, because she was nice and was helping him.

He looked very curious when they arrived home, distracted from the pain in his wing. He was even more curious when she set him down, making a soft sound. It was soft! He did love soft a lot.

“Name? Name!”, the harpy shook his head. He had no name, as far as he was aware. But he would like a name! Because that seemed great, and he wanted something to be his and his only!

“You name? Name name?”, he asked then, bouncing where he stood. He wasn’t used to sitting, not like a human did, but rather stand.

“Hungry?”, he tilted his head, curious. Lots of words! He didn’t know them all!

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He clung to her, though was careful. His clawed feet and hands were sharp after all, and he knew they could hurt pretty badly if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to hurt Eve though, because she was nice and was helping him.

He looked very curious when they arrived home, distracted from the pain in his wing. He was even more curious when she set him down, making a soft sound. It was soft! He did love soft a lot.

She smiled and quickly grabbed the first aid kit. Humming and looking at the bandages and medicine.

“Alright let’s see your wing.” She gently touched it, holding bandages and humming. She was right, it was definitely broken.

“Alright, let’s see here…” She started to wrap up his wing, humming as she dealt with his wounds and made sure they were all healed up.

The small harpy made pained noises and whimpers as Eve touched and moved his wing. As well as when she was setting it and bandaging it, being barely able to move his wing anymore. Though he supposed it should be like that.

“Thank!”, he chirped once she was done.

He clung to her, though was careful. His clawed feet and hands were sharp after all, and he knew they could hurt pretty badly if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to hurt Eve though, because she was nice and was helping him.

He looked very curious when they arrived home, distracted from the pain in his wing. He was even more curious when she set him down, making a soft sound. It was soft! He did love soft a lot.

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He whimpered softly when Eve held him in her hand, feeling so small. He watched her with big dark eyes, glad she was just helping him, and not keeping him trapped. The thread was effectively tied around his ankles, making it very hard for him to do anything. He was glad when it was cut, though he couldn’t do anything either.

He was about to answer her question, before he squeaked hearing the hunters. He clung to her hand as much as he could, staying quiet. His wing was a little bloody where the bullet had grazed it.

The hunters inspected the trap, angrily stomping their boots once realizing the Harpy got away.

“Damn little thing. Let’s get the dogs, they’ll be able to track the smell his blood.” They stormed off, and Eve waited until their footsteps were long gone, and even waited a few extra minutes just in case.

“Okay…I think they’re gone.” She whispered, looking to the Harpy and catching the blood on his damaged looking wing.

“I can help you, if you let me.” She offered, gently touching his wing. She was sure it was broken, she’d need to get him to her home quickly.

The little harpy winced when Eve touched his wing. It hurt, and he couldn’t use it to fly anymore either.
“Help!”, he chirped and nodded. He needed and wanted help, and so far, Eve was trustworthy. She had saved him from the trap, and from the hunters. He wouldn’t be able to take care of his injured wing by his own even if he wanted to.

He wasn’t too good with words, though he was rather smart. He picked up new words quickly, and understood their meaning after hearing it in context more often.

He whimpered softly when Eve held him in her hand, feeling so small. He watched her with big dark eyes, glad she was just helping him, and not keeping him trapped. The thread was effectively tied around his ankles, making it very hard for him to do anything. He was glad when it was cut, though he couldn’t do anything either.

He was about to answer her question, before he squeaked hearing the hunters. He clung to her hand as much as he could, staying quiet. His wing was a little bloody where the bullet had grazed it.

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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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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.