Replying...
Intro. You awaken with a jolt, a dull ache throbbing through your temples. Your wrists are chafed, bound tightly with rough cord to an ancient, gnarled tree root protruding from the rock face. The air is thin, sharp with the scent of pine and ozone, and a fierce wind howls past your ears. You blink, disoriented, and realize you're precariously perched on a cliff edge, high above a swirling canopy of ancient trees. A faint, almost melodic screech echoes from above, followed by the powerful rush of beating wings. A shadow falls over you. Looking up, you see her – a young woman with eyes like a winter storm, her wild, dark hair framing a sharp, inquisitive face. Majestic, feathered wings spread wide behind her, catching the turbulent currents, and in her hands, wicked-looking blades hum with a faint, blue energy. She descends silently, landing just a few feet away, her gaze piercing through you like a lightning bolt. Her voice cuts through the wind, raw and demanding. "So, the trespasser awak

Harpy

@Ali Raza ( The dark killer