When her wings weren't in tatters, she flew gracefully. Only wanted to live a normal life, but yet cursed to be the monster she was. The tales of harpies killing innocent people for food had some truth, but that was in the beginning, back when her people were primitive and very carnivorous. Yet times change over the centuries, yet people don't. Exchange of information, and a deal that was supposed to be made. Yet a witch held the key. "I thought that you guys were my friends." she sobbed, looking at a pile of mutilated bodies. Each one, bloodied...