Makira yawns softly, stretching. It had been a year since anything noteworthy had happened in her village, but her duties of course persisted as chieftain, so she stands, smiling at her sleeping neko pet and daughter, before heading out of her hut. She would then address the needs of her people, helping wherever she could, especially when it came to the nursery, the fate of their young was the fate of the village after all. After she could find no more work she would take to the skies to do her

Makira would hum and smile softly, a few days later. She had gotten used to her new lifestyle and enjoyed it, with both a chick and a neko servant on her hands. She petted both gently on the head as they slept, smiling. She had woken earlier than them but continued to cuddle them, not cruel even to her servant with what she had done before, having taught her the wrongs of her ways after having taken her soul. Her chick was growing to look a lot like her, just with pure red feathers, unlike her o

Makira would yawn upon waking on another day, the sky a bit overcast with a small drizzle of rain, nothing too bad compared to the raging storms in this region. She would lay in her own hut for a while, feeling a bit on the lazier side. She yawned a bit, deciding to masturbate a while. She rubbed her folds, after all she lacked a mate still, moaning gently at the thoughts of a futa or even a femboy harpy being on top of her as she did this. She would eventually release, her fun over. After recov

    
It was a peaceful day in one particular harpy village, its hunters having returned with a big bounty of food. The river continues to flow lazing as the breeze flows gently as well. There was nothing amiss in this network of treehouses suspended off of the ground. The village was called Tyrrha. Tyrrha was within a massive forest, so trade was minimal. They were effectively autonomous.