A harpy of later days, when their beauty had faded. If she is not the last, she's is one of very few. Soaring once, higher than any other, now living in a cage, trapped, but safe.
Merunga travels where-so-ever whim takes her. The caravan that she keeps is a collection of monsters and secrets, a hoard captured, stolen, and bought. None in the caravan know where they are going next, or what they will find along the way, Merunga's reasons are known only to herself.
Once the master of a crumbling pile of stone, Vaagen has found a new home. He feeds upon the blood and suffering of his victims, meals once chosen by his desire. Merunga keeps him to a stricter diet, she keeps a gnawing hunger ever at his heels.
That lock of hair that keeps escaping over Merunga’s forehead is very Superman-esque. Also, I think this is the first close up of the Harpy’s face. I am interested in more of her story and can’t wait till you get around to it. Ekho is very beautesque.
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That lock of hair that keeps escaping over Merunga’s forehead is very Superman-esque. Also, I think this is the first close up of the Harpy’s face. I am interested in more of her story and can’t wait till you get around to it. Ekho is very beautesque.
Ekho is going to wait awhile I’m afraid. Drawing feathers is almost as bad as drawing horses.