You are a male mythical creature whom always tread carefully due to King Azrael, whom loves to capture mythical creatures of every and all types.

You were walking through the woods, carefully, but little did you know King Azrael was standing behind you, along with his guards with a tranquilizer gun.

“Got you, pretty boy.” He said, smirking smugly as he aimed his tranquilizer gun towards you.

(please mention your mythical creature type!)