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Harpy the Hulver
Owl
The
Graveyard NoktoaOwner:
HoundAge: 1 month, 1 week, 2 days
Born: February 7th, 2026
Adopted: 1 month, 1 week, 2 days ago
Adopted: February 7th, 2026
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Named after nothing else than she once was. Owl. Trapped in barbed wire, her life floated between life and death. It was then that her fate changed drastically. Someone cut her loose. But that someone didn't have plans to mend her wounds. That someone was a wizard, a scholar of the dark arts.
It was only days later that Owl woke up. Her body ached all over. As she wanted to groom her feathers, she acknowledged she wasn't completely covered in plumage anymore. There was bare skin visible, but not her own. Human skin. Human body parts. Yet she recognised her own wings with her feathers itching of disarray. At the end of her new bald legs, her strong claws. It was only when she stumbled to her water bowl that she noticed herself in the reflection. The wizard had left her beautiful head as it was. Owl looked battered, but at least she was able to make out it was her.
Owl was made into an undead harpy.
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