User blog:IonicZach/Black Harpy WWYD? Response

You are walking up the mountain path when you hear the sounds of a fight. It's not long before you're nearly bowled over by a hellhound that is frantically fleeing from something. It has some nasty looking cuts on its face and hands.

You inquisitively turn your head around the corner ahead to find a black harpy's face ten inches from your own, which happens to be giving you a death glare. Looking past her, you realize you must have taken a wrong turn: this path leads straight to the black harpy's nest, where there are three eggs lying. She cracks her knuckles, and when she speaks her words carry a hiss not unlike what a cobra might make before it sinks its fangs into some would-be predator. "You have five seconds to explain why you were headed towards my nest, and I won't accept 'I took the wrong path'."

What Do You Do?

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I bow and say "I'm very sorry for intruding, but I got curious when I saw a hellhound actually spooked and running away from something. So I looked around the corner and now here we are." I chuckle nervously and continue "If that is satifactory I'll be going now." I turn to leave when I feel a wing on a my shoulder stopping me. I turn around t find the black harpy looking me up and down and then muttering "Yes, he'll do nicely."

I raise an eyebrow inquisitively, "Huh?"

"Wait here. Don't go near the nest if you value your eyes." She orders. I don't dare disobey her and wait for about 15 minutes until I hear the sound of two pairs of wings flapping and a now familiar voice say "There he is!" I turn and see the harpy from before but now followed by a second black harpy, "I see where this is going." I mutter to myself.

They land in front of me, and I get a good look at the new girl. She's pretty cute, short black hair (about mid-neck length, similar to the B&W pic), piercing red eyes, lustrous black plummage, and the usual petite harpy body, though slightly bustier than her friend. I blush and say "Hey, the name's Zach."

She walks up to me, looks me up and down, and then smiles. "Name's May." She holds out a wing and I, not really sure what to do, shake "hands" with it. "I must say my friend here said you were cute, and I must say she really underplayed it." This causes my face to turn red "T-thanks."

"So how about you and me go back to my place, hmm?" She looks at me seductively, but without waiting for my response, picks me up and takes me to her home and gets down to business. A few days later and we're still happily married and we occasionally visit our now rather friendly nieghbors and their 3 new hatchlings, and everytime we get back home me and May get to work on getting some hatchlings of our own.