The creature holding you in her talons continues to fly effortlessly through the blizzard. While you're grateful for the rescue, the quick movement through the wintry sky is chilling you to the bone. You can't help but shiver and chatter your teeth.
"Don't worry, pretty little human." The creature holding you tells you. "We're almost there. I have you now, I won't let you freeze on me." The comment is reassuring, although you wonder a little at the 'I have you' bit. Her voice sounds like a normal woman's, although from the talons holding you she's clearly something else. And clearly larger and more powerful than you. All you can do is hope that your rescuer is benevolent, considering your held and half-frozen state, you doubt you could fend off much of anything hostile right now.
But you don't have to contemplate that for long. The sky parts, and you can finally see where you're being taken. A large sheer cliff covers one side of a particularly tall mountain. And across the cliff face appear to be caves or holes of some kind leading deeper into the mountain. In some of them you can make out fires lit, and the prospect of a warm fire makes you forget everything else.
The two of you reach one of the cave mouths, and you feel yourself being gently dropped to the stone floor amidst the beating of mighty wings. With what little energy you have left, you crawl towards the fire, feeling the life-giving warmth on your skin and clothing. You lay there in the warmth, feeling as if you've spent the last of your strength. Now you have a moment to relax somewhere warm, you find yourself getting terribly sleepy.
Fighting sleep, you look up to finally get a glimpse at your rescuer. She stands at almost twice your height, probably almost ten feet tall. Her skin is the pale blue, the color of the icy lakes here. Her face is actually quite pretty: snow white 'hair' of some kind of feathery material, and eyes of a steely grey. She wears very little clothing: her top is a fur lined leather garment that only serves to cover her chest; her "pants," if they could be called that, are a similar fur lined item that covers her intimate parts, but completely exposes her thighs. You wonder how such a creature stays warm. But the obvious parts are the ones which are not human. Below the knees the skin becomes hard and bird-like, ending in a pair of large, sharp talons. And her arms quickly lose their human characteristics to become a very large pair of white wings. A snow harpy.
You don't know much about snow harpies. And the fatigue doesn't help, as you can barely keep open your half lidded eyes. You remember hearing about their impressive size, as well as their long lifespans. There was something else, but now you can't remember it at all. Glancing up at her again, you notice that her figure is actually quite impressive. Her body looks toned but lightweight, and your eyes linger on her smooth thighs, firm stomach, and not-insignificant chest. The snow harpy sees you looking at her, and smiles at you.
"Sleep now, tired little one." She tells you softly. "You will have much to do tomorrow, with those hands of yours. And I am sure you will find the company of my flock to give you much smiles and laughter." Before you can figure out what any of that means for you, sleep finally takes you, and you fall unconscious next to the comforting warmth of the fire.
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