Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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The harpy noticed that the youngling wyvern was sad throughout the night after what he saw yesterday in the human nest, so the young harpy tried to cheer him up. He still looked sad and uninterested, even though the young harpy was flying him high into the sky - a place he usually loved to be where he could feel the wind on his face.
The young harpy had taken the youngling wyvern on a flight, soaring through the skies with a sense of freedom and joy. The youngling, still didn't know how to fly, had been held securely in the harpy's claws, his eyes wide with wonder as they circled around the mountain and forest.
When they had enough of joyflight they landed on a shallow river with a chilling stream, the young harpy began to groom herself, taking a bath in the cool waters. She then turned her attention to the youngling, gently washing away all the last traces of blood and odor left from the alpha wyvern on his scales.
The youngling watched in amazement as the harpy groomed him with care and precision. He had never experienced such a sensation before, the cool water and gentle touch of the harpy's alula claws and wings soothing his troubled spirit. As the grooming session came to an end, the youngling felt a sense of cleanliness and renewal, his body and spirit refreshed by the experience.
For the harpies, grooming and taking a fun flight were habits that came naturally. They were creatures of curiosity and freedom, always seeking new experiences and sensations. When they were not hunting or harassing humans, they would spend their time grooming and exploring the skies, reveling in the beauty and wonder of the world around them.
On the side of the river, the youngling and the harpy rested, basking in the warm sun, they shared a moment of peace and contentment. The youngling had found a new sense of wonder and joy in the world, and the harpy had found a new purpose in caring for him.
The youngling wyvern returned to the river. He playfully splashed in the water, reveling in the joy of swimming and exploring his aquatic surroundings. With his sharp instincts and agile movements, he swiftly caught two fishes in his jaws in a single dive, a testament to his growing skills as a hunter.
Proud of his achievement, the youngling emerged from the water, the fish still clutched in his jaws. He approached the young harpy with a sense of excitement, his eyes gleaming with pride. With a gentle nudge, he presented the fishes to the young harpy, as if offering her a gift.
The young harpy's smile widened as she looked upon the youngling's display of prowess. She recognized the significance of his gesture, understanding that he was not only sharing his catch but also seeking validation and approval. She accepted the fish with gratitude, acknowledging the youngling's accomplishment and the bond they had formed.
The young harpy carefully dressed the fish with her alula claws on her wings, expertly separating the meat from the thorns and bones. She worked with precision and care, ensuring that the fish were prepared in a way that would be safe and enjoyable to eat.
