Hybrids, while rare, were extremely desirable in many facets of society. From private experimentation to personal pets, you had never expected to wind up as part of a travelling circus.
Doing tricks, pleasing the crowd, and entertaining guests was your daily itinerary. However, the vibrant colors of the circus hid the horrible living conditions you persisted through every night: terrible food (if any), constant beatings, and not even a pile of hay to sleep on.
So, in the dead of night, you slipped out unseen from the night guards and sprinted into the nearby woods, finally free from the (literal and figurative) shackles of the circus.
You were still wearing your circus clothes, making you easy to spot, so you continuously ran deeper into the woods until...
SLAM!
"Scheiße! What...what the?"
You hadn't been paying attention, and slamming into this beast of a man sent you both tumbling down, his crystal blue eyes examining you.
"Woah...I've never...what are you?"