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Weee backstory time (Keralis)

He sat in his room, wings splayed out on either side of him as his legs kicked back and forth.

"Keralis?" The boy's head lifted up as he heard his father's voice call to him from downstairs. He sprang up, jogging to the stairs and practically sliding down them. He stepped into the main room to see his mother and father, looking regretful and holding hands.

"This is him?" A cold voice demanded. The boy whipped his head around to see a man dressed in a black suit staring at him with ice cold eyes, two more similarly dressed men at his sides.

The boy looked to his parents, large eyes full of fear as the man circled around him like a hungry vulture. "Mom? Dad? Wha-" He yelped as the man yanked out one of his feathers, quickly pulling his wings to wrap around him.

"Yep. Hybrid all right. Barn owl, it seems. This is a good catch, his kind are rare." The man addressed his colleagues. He stepped towards the boy's parents, handing them an envelope.

The boy jumped back as one of the men roughly grabbed his arm. He pulled away, only for the other one to grab his other arm. This allowed the first one to come back in and grab him again.

Tears welled up in his eyes as screamed for his mother and father, kicking at the men who restrained him.

He watched his last hope that, maybe, his parents would change their mind, tell the men to let him go, that they would realize that he was more important than whatever was in that stupid envelope, fade away as his father shut the door.

Tears spilled from the boy's eyes as he stopped fighting, giving up and letting himself be shoved into the backseat of a car.

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12 years later

He ran, pebbles digging painfully into his bare feet as bullets whizzed past his ears. He heard angry shouting behind him, but he was too panicked to care. Trees surrounded him on all sides, his instincts helping him weave through them.

He dodged around a large tree before bursting into a clearing, not stopping as his eyes started to adjust to the moonlight.

His eyes adapted to the light just in time to stop himself from running straight off a cliff and into a ravine. He spun around, stomach dropping as he saw the vultures storming into the clearing. He quickly realized that he had nowhere to go, fear filling him at the thought of wasting his only chance.

Unless...

No.

His wings twitched on his back, almost begging him to use them. He hadn't flown in years, and he wasn't sure if he would remember how.

A bullet just missing his shoulder snapped him back to his current situation. It was either try, or give up and go back to the vultures.

With a deep breath that could quite possibly be his last, he jumped.

He fell for a solid 5 seconds before his wings snapped open and caught an updraft.

He felt a wave of exhilaration as he soared upwards, the wind on his face giving him hope. Before he could get too confident, however, an uneven wind sent him spiraling towards the edge of the ravine.

Panic swept through him as he closed his eyes, bracing for impact. He suddenly felt his tail fan out and make a move to catch the wind, causing him to swerve away from the ground and back into the middle of the ravine, above the river.

His eyes fluttered back open when he realized that he was not, in fact, dead. The shouts of the vultures were distant now, fading into background noise.