Recovery (Closed AU)
The hybrid glanced out of the cage at the person staring down at him. He wasn't too surprised as they turned to talk to the menagerie owner and money traded hands. Apparently he was a sort of rarity, having vastly different coloring as his human body was albino, but his wings and clawed bird feet were black as pitch. His refusing to speak to most had lowered his price a little, but hardly enough to allow anyone of a lower class to have him. He decided to listen in on his buyer's conversation, and heard a few telling words like 'gift' and 'similarities'. From what he could gather, he was going to be given to someone, and he looked a bit like them.
The cage door was opened shortly, and a leash hooked onto his collar. With no finesse at all, he was tugged out and his wings flapped pointlessly. He looked around the dusty marketplace where he and other hybrid creatures like himself were being sold to wealthy nobility as signs of wealth or merely as companions. It had been a common practice, started not long after the first hybrids were discovered. He let himself be led by his buyer, having been raised in captivity, he was well used to being tugged around a bit. He'd always been spoiled because of his rarity as well. The owner of the menagerie waved him off. Of course, he had no clue where he was going, but he did hope his new owner wouldn't be too bad. A flare of nervousness hit him, and his wings ruffled up as he was nudged into a carriage and it started moving, the buyer going to sit with the driver who was tiredly steering the horses. He pressed himself against a door and hugged himself for comfort.
