The sacrifice of a lamb didn’t make the lord become a monster , so why did the sacrifice of a red avian end with you becoming a cursed abomination of guilt and rage , curled on the floor as your hands are clumped with black red plumage that have been plucked wildly from their place , wings folded frustrated as you almost feel yourself start to pray to the titan against your better judgement for anyway to cure this curse sent from the devil to make those who trusted you distrust your fall from grace even more ; this was a test on your faith. you were no fool when it came to the trials of god , but blinking at the voice that speaks over your shoulder you turn to look wildly , feathered ears drooping.
‘ owl lady .. this ? ’ looking over your talons almost ashamed of your situation , you feel your feathers flatten upon your neck . ‘ cursed ... little bird cursed me . us .. ? ’
@nightmarebound / unprompted : ‘ HUH — that's unusual. the number of harpies in this household is growing at a DISCONCERTING rate. eda ( and the beast, to some extent ) pause on the stairwell. black and brown feathers were normal, but that scrawny looking scarlet cloud?? not normal at ALL. an inquisitive croon curls from edalyn's throat. " uh, how long has this been a thing? " ‘
