Clint yawns making his way out of the barn. He had slept high up in the rafters where most of the hay was kept last night. He wasn’t allowed in the house never was since his capture. He was lucky they had given him a place to sleep instead of being stuck in the chicken coop like the bird he was or had been. He frowns stretching his useless wings.
He gathers his clothes and begins to put them on beginning with the pants. They were so itchy and uncomfortable but the humans didn’t like it when he was in the nude or only had a strip of cloth around his genitals for protection. It’s not like anyone should care. Sometimes he just didn’t understand then. He feels vibrations under her feet and looks at the ladder shaking. He knows someone is coming up and he quickly ties the drawstring around his pants before putting his shirt on. He fumbles with it trying to get his wings through the little holes and flops over on his side as he stares at the larger man. he backs away from him fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
The man glares at him and opens his mouth large and squints his eyes down at Clint. He must be angry about something. The man grabs him by the cuff of his shirt and tosses him towards the edge. Clint quickly grabs the ladder and braces himself as his wings flap at his sides. He looks back and sees the man laugh at him. He can tell by the way the man slaps his thigh and points at him.
He frowns as he climbs down the ladder. He retrieves his larger coat from the barn door and drapes it over himself to hide his wings. His wings are useless anyway so what does it matter if they are covered. Plus the humans like it when he is covered up anyway. He makes his way outside and waits to stare at the larger man walking out of the barn. The man points and signals for him to go to the front of the ranch. Clint nods his head and begins to run towards the front of the ranch barefoot.
They must need help or have more supplies that need to be sorted if he was getting up so early. He stops just outside the fence and squints his eyes over the bright sun. He raises a hand over his brow and looks in the distance seeing the troop return home. Something large is following right in the middle of them. Clint stand on the railing of the fence to see higher up to see if he can get a better view of whatever that huge mass is forming. It’s a man on a huge horse or wait a centaur? Weren’t those rare?
Clint steps down from the fence as the troop comes closer. He opens the gate all the way so they can come in. Poor creature. The poor thing had no clue what was going to happen to him.
Clint watches as the men begin to bring in the centaur. It’s huge taller than him maybe it makes three of him in height alone. Clint gazes up the centaur and waves to it smiling.
“Oh sure Clint waving to the captive is smart,” he yells. He looks at the centaur confused did he just yell again? He can never tell since he lost his hearing after his last punishment.
