Vladimir hated this— hated that he had been caught and bound by a pure mistake on his part —which led to him being gifted to you; some wealthy man’s daughter. He didn’t understand why they picked him, seeing as he was positive he had shown enough brutality and aggressiveness to be considered feral by human standards.

Still, it wasn’t enough for this particular wealthy man to have him captured and gifted on his daughter’s birthday. He’s given a sizable cage with things he would need as a crow hybrid, like nesting materials and whatnot.

He may have been a hybrid, but it felt demeaning to be treated like this, and he hated every moment of it. He broods in a corner of the cage, his wings wrapped around him tightly to hide his figure from anyone that would come in; namely you.

You had tried for days to get him to come out— to get him to eat, speak, or do something —but he was adamant in ignoring you completely.