The Gift of Dying
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Louis isn't sure what happened; one moment, he was diving toward the berry patch, the next, hanging helplessly entangled in a harsh, strong net. The more he struggled, the more his delicate wings and feathers seemed to shred and fall apart, and now he hung upside down, chest heaving with exertion. His blue eyes were blown wide in fear, his talons clenching tightly around thin air.
"Well, well, well..." Louis' head whipped up in the direction of the voice, his neck nearly snapping. "What do we have here?"
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Or, where Louis is an incredibly rare and elusive harpy, who just so happens to be less aware of his surroundings than he should be.
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