Panthera

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She was born amongst the Harpy beastclans, a small bundle of claws and feathers. Just like her sisters, she grew quickly, everything developed well and healthy. Just like her sisters she loved hunting everything that moved. But when her sisters took to the sky, she remained down on the rocks, jumping and flapping with her usless wings. At first, they said she would learn it in time, but months passed and she didn't. Intstead her legs kept growing stronger. She improved running and climbing and practised hunting techniques that didn't require flying. She started wrapping pieces of cloth around her claws so they wouldn't make any sounds when she moved. The flightless harpy that moved as quick and silent as any cat could dream of. That's how she got her name, Panthera. As deadly a hunter as her sister, as fast and as effective. Yet she could not give up her dream of flying. Her clan acknowledged her skills, her sisters accepted her as she was, but the feeling of being different, and outsider, an alien, never left her. While her sisters hunted together she was always alone. She could not follow them into the sky, and they could not keep up with her on the ground. She watched them fly, watcher the birds fly and sometimes a dragon, too, passing over high above in the clouds. And she hoped. Hoped, that one day, somehow, she would find a way to join them.

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