As a rich boy, you were granted your every wish- a new toy, any stuffed animal, hell- even money! But since you’d been given so much all the time..it wore you out and you felt guilt and bored.

One day, for your birthday, your father took you to a slave market- selling all kinds of humanoid hybrids of animals…it was sick, cruel, and most of all deadly…you stopped at one of the many cages, a boy who seemed about your age rocking back and forth as his elegant- yet feather stripped wings covered him. He noticed you and scowled, turning his back to you..you gently tap on the glass distancing you two and you hear a muffled response

“Gonna buy me like the other freaks here..huh?” his voice dripped in sarcasm