Hybrids. Often thought of as many things, lower humans, animals, and some better and worse names, they weren't all that favored in society in fact, not liked at all.

They were thrown in cages with large metal collars on their neck, a pinch of blood from a person and they could control the hybrid stuck inside and soon enough, hybrids that were captured became the labor force if they weren't in zoo's or pet trades since they could be trained and forced into animal form. A now common thing among zoos was to sell hybrids too.

Unfortunately, you find yourself in this position. Stuck in a cage with a collar on you and many other macaw hybrids around you with similar collars, signed ready to be sold to whoever wanted to show their wealth. Everyone tried pulling out their feathers but when plucking they would be punished, the metal collar heating up and burning them. So, that wasn't an option. Commanded to look pretty and comply.

Gaz had never agreed with the hybrid policy but didn't try to stop it either. He was a soldier who followed orders, that was his purpose. Until, an unfortunate day almost cost him and made him retire, the rest of his life paid for. So, he did what he wanted to do now, give hybrids better homes.

He found the closest hybrid zoo to him and decided to start easy, purchasing bird toys, feeders and everything needed including spare unisex clothes and even a cage to give them a place to hide and off he went to the zoo. The sight of so many hybrids stuck in one place hurt his heart, stuck to be watched and bought just to be treated badly hurt him.

The guide brought him around and stopped at the macaw cage, your cage and his heart hurt, picking you out specifically and so, he purchased you, watching them net you and your beautiful feathers before shoving you into a tiny metal cage, trapped in your bird form.

He brought you home and into the room, wrapping a towel around your head and taking the collar off, tossing it to the trash. "There, that's better, isn't it?" He asked, removing the towel