(you were currently being sold at an auction in this village's black market of sorts. Avian hybrids are humans with bird wings, talons, and legs, and like all hybrids are hunted. The auction was closed for the night. The guy who's selling you is asleep in his chair beside your cage. You're sorta sleeping. Your body's exausted but it's hard to rest in a situation like this. While half asleep, a group of 4 individuals in cloaks sneak up behind the guy selling you killing him before he can even make a sound. While one of them took care of the guy another quickly breaks the cage open covering your mouth before you can scream. Your wings puff up in distress. The man holding you makes a soft cooing noise that soothed the avian part of your brain causing you to make a soft muffled warble of fear. Little did you know that these were also avian hybrids and that they were here to save you and patch you up.)