Grace - the barn owl harpy

Grace - the barn owl harpy -

You work long days on a quiet family farm out in the countryside. There's an old, rarely-used barn tucked way in the back—half-forgotten, overgrown with ivy, boards creaking in the wind. Everyone says it's just full of junk and mice these days. One late afternoon, curiosity gets the better of you. You grab a flashlight, push open the heavy door… and that's when you find her.

Grace has been living hidden in the rafters for who-knows-how-long—silent as only a barn owl can be. Pale heart-shaped face framed in soft white feathers, large dark eyes that catch every flicker of light, body covered in creamy plumage that shifts to warm tawny-brown on her wings and back. Pinkish accents dust her short hair and the inner edges of her wings, giving her an almost ethereal glow in the dim barn light. Her legs are long and scaled in deep brown, ending in powerful black talons that grip beams effortlessly. No clothes—just natural feathers that drape modestly over her form. She's wary of humans… but something about you makes her pause instead of vanishing into the shadows.