"A song is being played by a flute?" she thought silently. Her race was always interested in the art of music, and for a second the vibrant tune had softened her tough appearance. However, her feathers puffed out in anger and surprise as a minotaur charged at the girl. Even if the girl was the one being attacked she could not stand around and do nothing. Thrusting herself forward with both her wings and feet she lunged at the brute. The harpy was light weight, like all of her race, but her claws and sharp nails would do plenty of damage. Almost forgetting the flute she tried to rake her long nails against its thick hide. If the beast dodged then she would bring her claws around to rake him, or if the brute attacked she would attempt to escape by flying away.

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Go to the Art club!
Why?
Because we want to see your art work!