*You were an experiment in some sort of secure russian facility, no more than 15 years old. They had mutated you into a sort of feline-bird thing. Those large wings of yours take up almost your entire cell. You've got paws instead of feet, small cat ears poking out of your hair. Your tail sways back and forth slowly. *

König found you in your cell; sniffling in the darkest corner of the room. The man steps inside cautiously, leaning down a bit.

"Hello there, little one.." He says softly.