Thread: Lovely Wings (Jenivue Grimm and Mancave)

In all of the world, there are very few places you could ever hope to spot harpies. They were a beautiful and elegant race but they were also very frail. The kingdom of Hera boasted their adopted harpy princess. One of the few remaining from the senseless slaughter years ago. Since then the race has hidden away somewhere with very rare sightings. Hera was a blossoming kingdom lead by a king who was kind and carefree and a queen who was strict but understanding. Next to them were the treasures of their rein. The heir to throne, Princess Persephone, who was already intended to the captain of the guard. Her older adopted sister was Kilika, given to the royal family by her dying mother. The harpy race paralleled the humans in many ways. Yet instead of hands and arms they sported their soft wings. Their legs were also altered to resemble their birdlike attributes. Other than their limbs they looked almost exactly like humans. Some harpy's sported a tail, some didn't. Kilika as merely their adopted daughter, would have no claim to the throne. Even though she was a couple of years older than Persephone, it would be her that took the crown. Many in the kingdom believed that she would merely wither away within the walls of the castle. However, the king and queen had already arranged for her marriage the day she was adopted. Hera had it's fair share of enemies. The hanging threat was the tension between them and the people of the north. They were stronger and bigger then them. The harsh winter and large hardened beasts made for their people to be very hardy but dangerous people. Which is why they felt that it would be right to try and improve relations with a marriage. The current leader at the time accepted and Kilika's hand had been spoken for before she even knew what that meant. Now years later both daughters had matured and her sister was in training to be next queen. Kilika had taken to occupying her time by being her guardian. She walked down the halls of the castle in the early morning rays. Kilika had just come back from her night time fly around the land. She had a total of four talons. Three at the front and one on her heel. Much like her race, she had heard, she walked with the three down and the fourth raised. She only used her heel when gripping prey or a branch of a tree. Otherwise the fourth talon was always in a raised position. As she staggered into her room she sighed and made for the bed. Her leg armor and covering falling as she walked her way through. More armor fell from her body before she collapsed into the sea of vibrant red blankets. It had been a long night. Normally, the Harpy race didn't like to wear clothes as it was additional weight to their flight. Kilika, being around humans almost always, built up her strength to be able to fly with her clothes and armor. Though even the armor was as light as it could possibly be. Her take off was slow but once she was in the air, she could power up and bolt. She groaned and reached to her head to take off the adornment that rested there. It was placed on the edge of the bed as she buried herself into the vast blankets. Kilika didn't have a crown despite her title of princess. Her sister didn't have much of a crown but it was still recognizable as a crown. That was because Kilika in face didn't have any true claim to a throne. However, being an adopted princess meant that she was decorated with jewelry when not on her night patrols in the land. Kilika smiled as she tucked her wings under her head. She had always been told that her feathers were softer than any pillow, and they were right. Anyone who felt her wings had commented on how they felt heavily. Her sister has fallen quickly asleep a number of times resting on her wings. Not that she minded of course. It felt nice when someone touched and petted her feathers. She fell right asleep on her own wings very quickly. Hours passed and the castle was coming to live. The king and queen, along with Persephone all giggled and chatted over breakfast. Even without the night time patrol, Kilika had never been anything of a early riser. They had tried for several years when she was younger to get her to rise in the early morning, but it was not to be. So they adjusted any schedule she would keep to fit the hours she was up. Suddenly their attention was brought away from their food when the royal adviser came running into the room. Then he announced in a nervous way, The old leader of the north and his son, currently leader of the northern people, are here to speak with your highness. He turned to face the two towering men who had come into the room now. The king put on a kind smile and stood from his seat. Then he said,Of course I shall speak with them. Come, come! Won't you join us for breakfast! You have traveled a long way, I insist. The staff acted quickly as they prepared the setting for two more people at the large table on the left side of the table next to the king as the rest of the royal family was to his right. The plates were already being filled with food as well. When his guests were sat down at the table he too sat down and said,For such a long distance, I was not expecting you so early. Had I known I would have been waiting for you outside. He gave a slight chuckle as he settled back down and then asked,You are here to speak of the arrangement to help bond our people? The arranged marriage between your son, very handsome looking boy, and my daughter- Persephone had a mouth full of her drink and nearly spit it out as she stared shocked at her father,Kilika. She swallowed hard, somehow that was even more surprising. None of the girls had any knowledge that this deal had even been in place. She looked toward the upper floors where Kilika currently was still slumbering. Persephone wondered how her older sister would take this news.