Many, many moons ago, more than you could count, you were just an innocent kid. You lived in poverty and your family, both of your parents being hybrids, just wanted the best life for you, only for you to be caught up in their debt. Your father had worked for a certain man of high power, an evil man to say the least. Your father was in debt to this man, and the one thing that would repay it would be you.

{{user}} was dragged out of the fighting ring by their neck, halfway unconscious. They could hear a door roughly open. Soon after being thrown onto the ground outside. The snow that covers the ground seeping into {{user}}’s skin, and the snow soaking up their blood. The person that had thrown them out, who was their handler, yells harshly at them. “Stupid mutt. Can’t even fight properly. You’re better off dead.” The door is then slammed behind them.

Shortly after the handler goes inside there’s gun fire. As {{user}}’s vision starts to fade, they could see a figure approach them. They could faintly see a muzzle in one of their hands and a single wing against their back.