[color=pink][center][b][u][h1]Lyn's Hunt[/h1][/u][/b][/center][/color]

[center][h2]Group 2: [u][b]Harpy[/b][/u] [/h2][/center]

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[b]Name:[/b] Harpy
[b]Class:[/b] Medium 5 foot 8 inches
[b]Image/Appearance Description:[/b]
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[b]Summary Features:[/b]
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[*]Able to carry heavy weight: Harpies have a bit of aeromancy which allows them to carry weight up to ten times their own and without hindering their ability to fly. 
[*]Flight:  Able to fly great heights by gliding through heat drafts in the air, mostly created by their limited aeromancy magic. 
[*]Tail: extremely strong tail that can ensnarl and hold a victim while the happy tears the victim apart. 
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Mar watched placidly when the snow elf take off. His pale white blended well into the grey landscape as he shot forward, his small figure disappearing into the tall grasses and into the animal’s direction. Her eyes watched the shifting line created, his figure drawing closer to the unaware animal that was pawing at the ground. She narrowed on the movement when he leapt up, his feet hitting a tree at the seven foot mark and sent him higher, his sword raised in a ready position. It whipped out at the beast’s meaty flank, drawing a line and sending the blood to scatter in the air. It bellowed in pain then kicked off to vanish into the opposite direction. 

At the same moment,  Enzius’ legs bent then rolled bring his body back upright once more. Idly, he watched the beast retreat back while sheathing his sword. Most would’ve been impressed by the display. However, Mar wasn’t. 

In her mind, it was wasteful and unnecessary. Stunts like that would quickly tire any individual out over time and would force them to return to the college sooner than expected. This would put them one individual down and increase the burden of those who remained. At the thought she inhaled sharply while she eyed Enzius walking to the meadow, plopping down in the middle. With so many in there then it would be a surprise they could get anything to run in there at all she thought. 

[color=lightsalmon]”I wouldn’t be spotting them if you were actually looking Althalus and you would’ve gotten the moose faster.”[/color] Mar stated clearly, tone unamused by his logic. She wasn’t fond of lifting too high or she left her tail’s underbelly exposed to attack, and while it wouldn’t kill her it was uncomfortable to be hit in that area. She watched him return his crossbow to its hiding spot, absorbing the knowledge she knew about as much about his body as he did. His arms gestured vaguely around to unseen and absent brush that lacked wildlife any sort, this area almost completely cleared. Her tail curled underneath her and was coiling comfortably, propping her upright.

 Mar’s fingers tightened about the spear weapon that was once the femur bone when she sensed the sensation of eyes brushing her neck back. Her gaze quickly turned her eyes over her shoulder, hearing the sound of wings flapping and a shape escaped her sight. Althalus and herself, possibly Enzius, heard feminine giggles echoing around them. However, every time they looked to the direction they managed to only see a fleeting shape as the creatures darted through the trees above. They were even too fast for Enzuis’ sharp eyes to catch them in time. Twigs and branches fell, tumbling to the ground, where they had been broken off.   

Mar was breathing in panic, her chest rattling and deep, with eyes flickering everywhere to seek the source. Her skin was prickling with anger at being denied a target. She hissed quietly in apprehension at the growing threat. The only warning was a fluttering then a harpy jerked out from the rest of the flock and erected her claws at Mar’s back. At the same time, another female darted out and slashed out her tail at Althalus’ leg on her fly by, where she intended to snare then jerk his leg out from under him.  If Althalus spotted and dodged it, he wouldn’t have enough time to shot Mar’s attacker. However, if he was ensnared then the Harpy would smack him into every tree along the path away from Mar, making it difficult for him to shoot or reload.  

More giggles started as about ten, human size creatures started to make their presence known. Their filthy blackish brown feathers jutted out in all directions giving them an unkempt appearance while their lizard like tails curled with the flexibility seen in prehensile tails on monkeys. They were sitting and waiting, watching the first two before one started to climb higher up on the trees and edged around Althalus’ position.