Mon'Ter

Chapter 122: Harpies

The throngs of winged creatures circled above like a plague of grasshoppers. Their heads were round and yellow, their beady eyes small and cast the brightest of glows, like the fire in a blazing torch, their eyes glowed red like wards of a devil.

It was a flock of harpies, enormous and menacing. They glided through the treetops like a hurricane of feathers. Their crowns of green, black, and white feathers drew in the light as if they were part of the sun itself. With their beaks, claws, and armored talons pointed down at the ground. Fringed wings and leathery skin replaced their human arms and hands with talons covered in razor sharp feathers. These harpies do not speak, their language is a deafening cry to the prey they relish.

And now, as it seemed, they had taken an interest in the windy sphere below them. As well as the creatures moving within it, our party.

"Danger birds is definitely a good synonym..." Samuel grimaced in reply to Mon'Ter's previous comment