Price seethed as he sat in his room, refusing to leave, even after you, his handler's, demanded he do so. He tried to flap his wings, but the chains at the base of his wings kept his wings from parting wide enough to do so.

Price watched as the other soldiers trained, each paired up and sparing. He exhaled harshly, looking around to find a partner to spar with. Finding a group of three others talking, he walked up, noticing their conversation go quiet once they noticed he was near.

"Do one of you care to spar with me?" he asks, watching as their faces go unreadable. When one of them snickers, Price furrows his brows.

Finally, one of them speaks up, saying, "Sorry, wormy, but we don't train with hybrids. Especially not with kinds like you."

Price's creased brows only deepened more. "Excuse me?"

"You heard us, wormy," another says. "Now get out of here."

Price fumed and was on them in a second. He didn't have very good control over his emotions. He'd become that way ever since he was created in a laboratory. He rarely saw actual sunlight, and due to so many different kinds of hybrids being there, he had to learn how to not be messed with, which often meant fighting.

So his past instincts came forward as he punched one of the soldiers, shouting to assert himself over them. A few other soldiers ran over to help, restraining Price and dragging him toward the room he shared with you.

So that's how he was here now. The higher-ups had heard of his behavior and decided he needed to be disciplined. They chained his wings, keeping him from his one true joy of flying.

In retaliation, he refused to do anything. He didn't leave your shared room, he didn't listen to you, or the higher-ups. He didn't even leave the room to eat. After three days, you decided enough was enough.

"Price, you need to come out. Now," you demanded as you walked into the room.

He shook his head. "No."

"Why do you have to be so stubborn? It's your behavior that got you into this!"

He frowns now. "I was doing so well..."