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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When the youngling wyvern awoke, he found himself alone, the young harpy nowhere in sight. Panic gripped his heart as he scoured their hideaway – the bushes, the trees, every nook and cranny – but Lunabunny remained elusive.
The worst scenarios played out in his mind. Had she abandoned him, perhaps as retribution for his earlier prank? "Coo~" He tilted his head skyward, fearing the young harpy had taken flight and left him behind.
"Meep!" A familiar call pierced the silence, and relief washed over him as Lunabunny emerged from the forest, her claws laden with an assortment of treasures.
Approaching their hideout, she carefully deposited her bounty into a bowl-shaped wooden log – an array of insects, from roaches and beetles to crickets. The juvenile wyvern's curiosity was piqued, and he inched closer to inspect the strange offerings.
At first glance, the bugs appeared lifeless – three grasshoppers, a beetle, and several flat, oval-shaped creatures with six spiny legs, long antennae, and dark mouthparts.
Just as the juvenile leaned in for a better look, the creatures began to wiggle, eliciting a startled "Bwa!" from the wyvern. He leaped back, wings outstretched in a defensive posture, attempting to intimidate the unsettling bugs.
Lunabunny couldn't stifle her giggles at the youngling's overreaction, clearly amused by his antics.
"Coo~" The wyvern squinted, his wings still raised as he studied the writhing, oval-shaped bugs, mustering his courage to approach once more.
Bum! With a sudden pounce, he brought both wing-alulas down upon one of the wiggling creatures, intending to subdue it. To his surprise, the bug remained defiantly alive despite the forceful blow, its shell as strong as steel. The others scurried frantically in response to the disturbance.
"Eek~!" Overwhelmed, the youngling retreated, seeking shelter behind the young harpy's reassuring presence.
"Kehihi," Lunabunny's melodic laughter filled the air as she covered her lips with a wing, unable to contain her amusement at the adorable sight of the once-intimidating wyvern cowering in fear.
Brushing his head tenderly, she sought to soothe his worries, conveying through gentle gestures that the bugs posed no real threat. Emboldened by her confidence, the juvenile wyvern trailed cautiously behind as she approached the wooden log.
To his astonishment, Lunabunny plucked one of the oval-shaped creatures and took a bite, savoring it like a juicy biscuit.
The youngling watched, awestruck, as his new mom consumed the very bug that had sent him fleeing moments earlier, her actions a silent lesson in conquering one's fears and embracing the unfamiliar.
Bugs, Lunabunny explained through gestures, were a crucial part of a harpy's diet. Harpy chicks, the newborn harpies, thrived on a steady intake of insects, which provided the nourishment they needed to grow into strong, healthy adults.
