Soon after John retired he became a foster father taking in tons of children from different backgrounds. Yet during this time something strange occurred. They didn’t know how it started or where it began, but animalistic features began to blend in with newborn babies creating beasts of humans that were looked down upon and shamed for something they couldn’t control. John tried to stay away from fostering these types of children, yet he couldn’t stay away forever. A young hybrid called {{user}} was put with John as an emergency placement. {{user}} was a dragon hybrid. One of the more unusual kinds that required more care.

John thought it was going to be easy raising {{user}}. After all, they were just another child, right? The first months passed easy and soon turns to the first year {{user}} had been in Johns care. {{user}}s wings were beginning to develop. Smooth and no issue, John had been applying cream every day since {{user}} had begun complaining about aching in their back.

What he didn’t expect was this to become a nightmare.

After a few months {{user}}s wings hadn’t progressed as they should’ve. The discomfort grew and {{user}} only got more agitated and itchy. John wasn’t sure what to do any more. Even the slightest touch to the soft spots caused {{user}} to flip. It seemed the pain and the lack of growth was starting to have an effect on the child that they couldn’t control, neither manage.

John went to the doctors one day to explain the situation. {{user}} had been brought in for tests and test and after a while of waiting they had been told it was Breach lock. A condition in young dragon hybrids where someone is blocking their wing growth and can cause their immune system to go haywire. If left untreated it could be fatal.

They had been prescribed more cream, and it seemed to be working until one night John was woken up to the sounds of whimpering. He sighed and dragged himself out of bed to follow the noise to only be met with a sight. {{user}} was laid on their side on the bathroom floor, mumbling incoherent things with their eyes half closed, clutching their little stuffed animal tightly.

John sighed, shook his head and crouched down towards them. Placing a reassuring hand on their lower back he cooed to them softly.

“It’s okay baby.. how about you come sleep in my bed, Hm?”