treenest:
Arden reached the end of their tether. One way or another, this vampire would leave their forest– burned to a crisp, missing a limb, or clean. The latter would be much easier for the both of them. The last thing the harpy wanted was another undying hound sniffing around their nest, interrupting their way of life.
There was a rush of air as their wings unfurled, lifting them into the air with a few powerful strokes. They snagged the back of Isfet’s shirt with their talons, hoisted him up a foot or two, and dropped him unceremoniously into the shallows of the river.
The unflattering yelp that Isfet let out when he was snatched from the ground was nothing compared to the hoarse holler when he was tossed into the water. It devolved into a sputtering cough, a terrified gasp, and a hurried and clumsy scramble back to the edge and out of the river.
He didn’t have any smarmy remarks this time, and just stayed there on the ‘shore’ on his hands and knees, shaking.
