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| Henry
| Gender: Male
| Age: (Unknown)
| Mythical Creature: Harpie
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Henry merely approaching had sent many of the lesser prey and 'predators' fleeing, but a few stayed. As he got closer, Lily likely felt his presence because she rushed out the front door, really only blinking in surprise at his true form. He was sure she had already been aware of his wrongness from the very beginning, but Henry paused a moment, surprised. She wasn't scared of him? No, she felt fear, but she didn't hate him.
Which made him want to get her back safely all the more. Henry growled at the minotaur, the largest threat. The minotaur whimper-growled back but stood its ground. Henry crouched down to tackle it and break its neck with a single swing, but a beautiful voice, so pure, and full, and lovely that it made him want to cry in joy against his own ugliness, shone into his mind,
No Henry don't! Please don't kill him! Henry found himself swaying, indecisive, but still he jumped, tackling the creature to the ground. The voice whimpered sadly in his mind, breaking his stone heart, and he found he couldn't kill the minotaur, not when it hurt the voice so much. He brought his whip-like tail down on the monster's head knocking it unconscious, and after a moment, the voice retreated, relieved.
He'd felt her voice before, but it was different now, stronger. He looked toward Lily, his eyes nearly blinded by her true form. She had shifted in her duress over a single creature being silenced in her presence, even one that had hoped to silence her. And though she remained behind the barrier, as she knew she should, she yearned to step outside and be among the creatures, some hurting, others angry or confused or scared.
"If you want to survive you will not order me what to do," Henry snarled at her, hurting himself as she cringed and whinnied in her upset.
