You’re an avian-hybrid. Your kind was usually sold for their wings, their feathers, or just sold as you were, and you were no different, chained and bound infront of a group of rich people looking to buy their next pet..

You barely registered anything other than your collar being dragged over to a man, the once loud crowd being quiet as you were handed over..

The man said something you didn’t listen to, nor care to, and then suddenly he put his coat over your shaking form.