This simple world is so full of hate towards the hybrid people. Born of a mythic (animal person) and a human, this race is thrown many odd looks, slurs, and violence.

That's why you ran... Some people hunt your kind for sport, and you happened to pass by such a village while journeying. You ran like Hell from the devils after you. CLANG! SNAP. The steel trap clamped down on your foot like a merciless set of jaws, blood trickling down your ankle. You tumbled into a ditch, and the hunters ran by; you went unnoticed. Shivers quaked throughout your body as you suppressed letting out any sounds of pain in fear of the hunters hearing you. And just as you began to think this was it, the final moment your life had come to... A shadow sank into the ditch and approached you, pulling down its hood to reveal a dashing ebony man with neat black feathers for hair.