You are all jealous of my Floof by Shabazik on DeviantArt (original) (raw)
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"Hey! Where did you get that thing, Dove? Looks Fluffy!" Polly asked, as one of her sisters landed in the tree branch, hanging dangerously over the cliffs of Tok-Thoria. The harpy proudly showed her new scarf, made out of pink feathers. Really a trinket, but for her an incredible treasure. “Can I touch it?” was quick to add Polly.
“It's mine! Mine!" Dove said, showing her fangs and claws, for Polly to keep her distance.
“I only want to touch it a bit!”
“Get your own!” Dove said annoyed. Polly hadn’t shared the Nugget-men flesh before, so she wasn’t to share her Floof!
“And how can I get one?”
Dove pierced with her eyes her sister. “Tell me first where I can hunt Nugget-Men, and I will tell you. Otherwise, it’s a no-deal!”
The “Nugget-Men” where really chicken nuggets, the Vanolosé brown orcs merchants of Zannas offered the harpies of Tok-Thoria for their service, but they told instead to the harpies they came from some mythical creatures called Nugget-Men. Polly had been the first of the flock to be feed them, and she recruited a handful of her sisters to serve the merchants, serving in the post and the navies of Zannas: to be differenced from their wild sisters, the Vanolosé gave them some colourful stockings and cloths in the stripped yellow and black colours of the trading city.
“But I told you! They have never revealed me the secret of the Nugget-men!” Polly protested.
“Then sit down and be jealous of my Floof, because you won’t get any!” Dove said. She actually got the trinket scarf from a Vanolosé as well –unknown to her, a pirate captain-, who innocently asked to the harpy assigned to a big and fat cargo ship about the load, route and itinerary. The greedy Harpy, with the eyes fixed on the trinket on the hands of the pirate, hadn’t a problem unknowingly betraying the information –thought if she knew she was doing so, she would probably still have done it, but ask for a bit more-.
“Fiiilthyyy Harpiesss. Domestic Birdsss” an horrible voice croaked behind the two Zanni harpies, who looked an old matron perched in the tree.
“Get lost” they chirped annoyed. Many of their mothers didn’t approved serving the brown orcs.
"Theresss only ONE masterrr we sshould Ssserve! Dissscard yourrr colorful chains, and serrve the lord of the Isslandsss”
“Get lost! You only want our stuff! Get lost!” the two younger Harpies chirped annoyed, forcing the older harpy out of the tree. The Lord she spoke about was the Nigromante of Tok-Thoria, a demon lord who took refuge in the archipelago, and in his fortress, he escaped the defeat of the Dark legion of Demons during the first War of the power. For long, he remained hidden, and acted in disguise, using his servants as proxies, remaining only a nebulous rumor while the enemies of the Dark Legion where vigilant: but he was rebuilding his power, and rumors spoke of cities in the interior, where blacksmiths worked day and night and an army of new slave-soldiers creatures was being created. To the harpies themselves, the Nigromante was their god –and wouldn’t betray his scheming to their temporary Zannas Vanolosé masters-, but it was more profitable to serve the merchant city.