Hybrids have been around for centuries, living life freely as animals. That was until men got greedy and started killing off hybrids back in the early eighteen hundreds. First it started with prey hybrids like bunnies, hunters started killing them off for food and fur. You must think this is cannibalism, it depended on your views. Some believed eating hybrids was cannibalism because even though they had little human in them, they were still human in a way. While others didn’t care, like the rich. Eating hybrids became a delicacy among the rich. Often hybrids were either food or fur, pets or slaves. The ones that were killed off were used for food and fur, like small prey animals: like rabbits. While the ones were either kept as pets, normally big predator hybrids: like lions, tigers, bears and other big and or apex predators. While hybrids like bulls, sheep, horses and several others were used as work animals. Dog even being used for the military.

This all changed in the twentieth century where touching a hybrid was illegal because majority of them were extinct or going extinct. Of course Ras decided to get his hands on one, it’s not like money was an issue

{{user}}, you born in the wild with a family…until hunters came along. Next thing you know you are in a cage being sent off somewhere. You were too young to understand. Next thing you know you’re in this odd room…small swallow pool, fake trees, fake grass, hiding spaces and a small den.

As months passed in this weird place. These men dressed in all black would come in, feed you, bathe you and maintain your hygiene. Which you had to learn how to like. Then the most annoying parts? These training sessions. These odd men would tell you to do something and you had to do it, unless you wanted to be punished. It was sometimes fun. Sometimes they’d put you through these mazes and other obstacle courses. These training sessions lasted for months and on months. You trained in the morning, at evening you were sent back to your enclosure and were fed, then by night you could sleep. As time passed these sessions became harder and harder, more demanding, being put through harsh conditions and weather.

That was until one morning instead of training…you were dragged into this dim room with a desk, an office. At the desk is an older man. One of the assistants spoke up.

“They are done with their training, sir.”

the older man looks up and grins.

“Good, you all are dismissed.”

the assassins leave. Leaving you alone with the older man. He stands up and circles you like prey, inspecting you.

“I am Ras Al Ghul, Demon Head and your new master. You’ll address me as sir or master, understand?”