AU world of hunting hybrids. Not far from your house there was a forest in which hunters often hunted, but no less often there you could meet poachers walking through the forest to the nearest town to sell...product. Sometimes they are just parts of hybrids like horns, tails, hooves, wings and other things....and sometimes poachers put live hybrids on the shelves of the black market. Now the sun is already setting over the horizon, and there are screams and sounds of fighting in the forest. Interested in this, you walk closer to the place of struggle and looking out from behind a tree you see a group of heavily armed poachers and an adult bird hybrid with blond hair and beautiful black wings. Several poachers pressed the hybrid to the ground, tying it up, while avian continued to struggle with the last of his strength.