It was obvious, you were a hybrid. You had the wings of a demon and a pair of black horns to go with it. You looked scary but you were really a little bunny on the inside.

You approach a bush and you begin to munch on a couple berries before a man in a fishing hat lands behind you.

Price: “stop! Those are poisonous!”

he had only one wing. He seemed to be a dragon hybrid. You could see the remanence of a second wing that had perhaps been torn away in a fight.