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The harpy and the youngling wyvern had spent the day exploring nearby forest and river, now their wings gliding through the cool breeze as they ventured into new territories.

The sun began to dip below the horizon when the youngling wyvern and the young harpy arrived at the dock of the seaport.

As they landed on the wooden planks of the dock, the youngling wyvern's eyes sparkled with mischief. He had an idea, a game he wanted to play with his young harpy mom. With a mischievous grin, he turned to her and chirped excitedly, his tail wagging in anticipation.

"Wark!" the youngling wyvern let out a playful growl, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He looked at the young harpy, gesturing with his wings and making playful sounds, indicating that he wanted to play a game. A game he used to play with his Firefox friend back in the human settlement near the forest.

The young harpy understood his gestures, her own wings flapping in excitement as she nodded her head in agreement.

"Kweh," She replied yes.

She knew that the youngling wyvern loved to play hide and seek and she was more than happy to indulge him.

And so, the youngling wyvern darted off, his wings flapping furiously as he searched for the perfect hiding spot. The young harpy watched him go, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement.

The young harpy giggled, her laughter echoing through the dock. As the youngling wyvern disappeared from view, the young wyvern let out a playful chirp, indicating that he was ready to begin the game. She searched high and low, her wings beating playfully as she tried to find the youngling wyvern's hiding spot.

And as they played, their gestures and sounds became their language, a way for them to communicate without words. They laughed and giggled, their eyes sparkling with joy as they played together on the dock.

The youngling wyvern and the young harpy were playing hide and seek several times at the dock of the seaport. The youngling was having a great time, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he darted from one hiding spot to another.

The young harpy was equally enthusiastic, her wings beating energetically as she searched for the youngling. She loved playing with him, loved the way he laughed and giggled as she chased him around.

When the youngling darted behind a stack of crates, the young harpy swooped down, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement. She could hear the youngling's breathing and she could sense his excitement as he waited for her to find him.

And then, with a sudden burst of move, the youngling darted out from behind the crates, his wings flapping fast as he tried to escape the young harpy's grasp.

Alas, the young harpy was too quick for him. Her wings beat faster as she chased him around the dock. The youngling laughed and giggled, his eyes sparkling with joy every time he tried to evade her.

As they played, the sun began to set on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the dock. The youngling and the young harpy were lost in their own world, their laughter and joy filling the air.

And in that moment, they were just two young creatures, playing and having fun, without a care in the world. It was a moment of innocence and joy, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos and danger, there was still room for happiness and playfulness.

When the game came to an end, the youngling and the young harpy collapsed onto the dock, their wings tired and their breaths heavy. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a sense of contentment and happiness.

Soon after they felt hungry and decided to eat the fishes that the youngling had captured and kept in a seawater pond nearby.

She brought them and the youngling ate all of them in a second. Stormwing wyverns have a taste for seafood. Fish were their favorite over land animals. so she decided to hunt some more. She flew away to the coast to get some delicious fish.

On the dock, the youngling wyvern ate his fish beside a wooden lodge without noticing the prying eyes hiding in the abandoned buildings and shacks nearby.

The young harpy is nowhere to be seen, leaving the young wyvern to feast on his fish carelessly, unaware that something was slowly creeping up on him.

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"YAAK!" five short ugly human-like creatures jumped out of the crates on the dock.

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"Eek!" the youngling yelped in surprise.

They charged after the young wyvern, brandishing clubs and sticks like weapons. The air was alive with yells and jeers as they waved their makeshift arms, desperate to capture the helpless youngling who raced ahead of them.

The unexpected cry startled the young harpy, whose heightened sense of hearing had picked up on the sound. She dropped everything she brought and dashed to the youngling. From a distance she could identify them, they were goblins.

The goblins surrounded the youngling who had no place to escape. They grabbed him and mercilessly hit and beat him with their wooden clubs and planks. He sent out a spark of electricity in an attempt to rid himself of the goblins, but it didn't work as they weren't physically touching him.

The young harpy's heart raced when she saw the goblins beating up the youngling. With a fierce determination, she swooped in, her sharp talons and powerful wings ready for battle.

The goblins, sensing a more interesting target, turned their attention to the young succulent harpy. But she was not one to be underestimated. With a fierce cry, she swooped in and disemboweled one goblin with her talons, the force of her attack sending the creature's innards tumbling to the ground.

In one swift aerial maneuver, she ripped another goblin's jugular veins with her claws, the blood spilling out in a gruesome display. But the goblins were relentless, they fought her and soon another five of them emerged from a nearby warehouse, ready to aid their friends.

The young harpy was quickly overwhelmed, her wings beating furiously as she tried to fend off the attackers. But the sheer numbers of the goblins made it difficult to keep them at bay.

In a moment of distraction, the young harpy was caught off guard. A huge hand grabbed her by the neck, slamming her down onto the wooden floor of the dock. The impact was jarring, the breath was knocked out of her as she struggled to regain her footing.

The goblins turned her body onto her back so that she was facing the sky. Suddenly, a giant goblin - twice as large and tall as a regular goblin - stood in front of her, carrying a large wooden club.

it was a hobgoblin. a fearsome leader among goblins stands tall and imposing at approximately 6 feet 3 inches, towering over its smaller kin. The hobgoblin was a large, imposing figure, estimated to weigh around 265 pounds. He gave off the impression that he could easily pick up an ox. Its brutish physique was a sign of its raw strength and power.

Clad in crude and rugged armor, the hobgoblin exudes an aura of authority and dominance over its goblin followers. A broad and muscular chest gives it a commanding presence, while its long, gnarled arms end in formidable hands, capable of wielding deadly weapons with ease.

The hobgoblin's coarse and weathered skin is a testament to its life of battle and hardship. Tangled locks of dark hair frame its fierce countenance, and its elongated ears twitch with acute hearing, always alert to the slightest of sounds. With a menacing grin revealing sharp, yellowed teeth, the hobgoblin strikes fear into the hearts of both friend and foe alike.

Four goblins held the young harpy down, her hands and arms firmly confined. She was desperate, kicking and struggling as the hobgoblin leered in pleasure over his young blooming prize.

"Khe khe khe," The hobgoblin's heavy breathing grew louder as his arousal increased at the sight of a harpy pinned to the ground before him.

Impatiently, he forced apart her legs and sniffed hungrily at her exposed flesh covered only by a patch of soft feathers. His coarse tongue lapped eagerly at the roseate tenderness between her thighs before finally claiming it as his own.

The hobgoblin removed his loin cloth and swiped out his flesh rod. The two goblins were also ready, their meatcocks dangling eagerly as they anticipated feeling the warmth of her inside. They waited patiently for their turn.

They relished the challenge of violating helpless human women, harpies, or any other female sentients that stood in their way. The thrill of overpowering and dominating these creatures gives them a perverse satisfaction. They revel in the feeling of being able to bend another living being to their will, taking pleasure in their victim's suffering and humiliation.

The youngling wyvern found himself in a precarious situation, surrounded by a gang of goblins whose intentions were far from friendly.

"Aaark!" With a desperate cry, he attempted to reason with the diminutive creatures, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. The goblins seemed utterly unfazed by his presence, regarding him with a casual indifference that stung more than outright hostility.

Undeterred, the youngling tried a different tactic, puffing out his chest and spreading his wings in a display of intimidation. However, his efforts were met with little more than a dismissive snort from the goblins. One particularly brazen member of the group even dared to bang its club against the ground mere inches from the wyvern's snout, eliciting a startled yelp and sending him scurrying backward in fear.

Realizing that he was outmatched and outnumbered, the fledgling wyvern knew his only hope for survival lay in seeking aid from a more formidable ally. With a frantic scamper, he fled from the jeering goblins, his stubby legs propelling him across the rugged terrain as he desperately searched for a potential savior.

His keen eyes, far superior to those of the harpies', scanned the landscape with unparalleled clarity, piercing even the gloomiest of mists and the most tumultuous of storms. It was then that he spotted a silhouette perched atop the tower of a nearby lighthouse – a massive, imposing figure that could only be a bird of tremendous stature.

Hope blossomed in the youngling's chest as he raced towards the lighthouse, his claws digging into the earth with each stride. As he drew nearer, his shrill cries echoed across the churning waves of the sea, a desperate plea for aid that seemed to be swallowed by the roar of the ocean.

Undaunted, the youngling wyvern pushed his voice to its limits, shrieking at the highest pitch his lungs could muster. Still, the colossal bird remained motionless, its form an impenetrable silhouette against the horizon.

But the youngling was not one to give up easily. With a determination born of sheer desperation, he continued to call out, his cries growing more frantic and insistent with each passing moment. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the mammoth bird slowly turned its head, its piercing gaze fixing upon the tiny wyvern with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

At that moment, the youngling knew he had captured the attention of this formidable ally, and a glimmer of hope flickered within him. Perhaps, with the aid of this feathered titan, he could find a way to overcome the goblin menace and secure his safety.

With renewed vigor, the youngling wyvern scampered towards the lighthouse, his legs carrying him forward in a frantic rhythm as he prepared to plead his case to the colossal bird figure, his fate hanging in the balance.

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