So you're walking along, head lost in your thoughts. You hear a rush of wind, a whoosh, and suddenly you're face-first on the ground, listening to the gloating, heavy breath of a harpy on your back. What do you do?

It's too late do anything. You already did everything you could. You put on clothes.

Harpies don't get clothes. Feathers they can pluck out with wild abandon. Fur is almost as easy. Even scales peel off. But clothes defy them. They cling. They turn slippery, delicious people into things that dry their tongue and get stuck in their mouth. Oh, sure - the knit top tears off easily enough, and so does the bra strap, after awkward moments of fumbling at the clasp with their talons. But Denim jeans? They're nearly a lost cause.

Of course, there's nothing but his own eager hunger to keep him from carrying you away to his nest where he can take his sweet time peeling those jeans to strips before gulping you down...

A red-tailed hawk Harpy for Sansuki.

30 Days of Monster-Boys 1: Harpy