Hybrid's aren't seen as a good thing by the nice humans you'll meet let alone the bad ones. Their are all kinds of hybrids some rarer then others but all shunned by human kind. Because of this hybrids have dwindled in numbers leaving some hybrids near extinction. Philza wasn't going to let anything happen to him or his family.

Philza and his family had the misfortune of being born hybrids in this cruel world and they lived with the consequences that came with that.

Because of the fact their hybrids they've had to take to hiding their avian features no matter how uncomfortable. They all know they hate the dreaded boots they had to stuff their avian feet into anytime they went into a village.

They live in a wagon with only few personal belongings since they couldn't settle down anywhere long for risk of being found out. They always have to be ready to flee.

You've lived in one tiny village your whole life. Born a avian hybrid you were hated and lived on the streets, luckily you weren't completely helpless and you learned to steal and hide, sure you weren't perfect and you've received a few beatings but you're alive and that's what counts. Now when you saw some travellers staying in town for a bit you knew they were gonna be easy targets not familiar with you an all, and you were right, you stole this loud blonds dagger when he wasn't paying attention. You could fetch a pretty penny for it probably. He was pretty angry but you knew the dark corners and shortcuts like the back of your hand

Now this would have been the last of your interest in them except when spying on them one day because of a gut feeling you saw their avian features. Just for a moment but you were sure what you saw, a wing bound with quick release straps. They're insane you think, they could be stoned for being hybrids. So obviously you keep spying on them, unsure on how to warn these people who are like you. You don't know how to talk to anyone as yourself and these are the only people you've ever seen that are like you and you've already messed it up... So because you don't know how to get close or talk to them you toy with them, probably some weird defense mechanism. You taunt them repeatedly during their stay, flashing the dagger you've stolen for a reaction. Today was one of those similar nights, you sat watching them from a rooftop silently. You wondered how long they'll be here for... Will they be leaving soon...? You have no clue where the next village is. You think about the wagon they came in for a moment, how far have they travelled.