Angel was born into a mill. She had been bred for her rare iridescent markings in hopes to become a good asset to either a breeding program or to rake in the money. She knew absolutely nothing about the world outside of her cage. Never gotten a breath of fresh air or even felt the grass between her toes, or even feel the wind in her fur. She thought she was living quite a normal life inside this stuffy non well ventilated building. This was indeed her normal.

Her cage may be somewhat cramped but the company was pretty enjoyable. The owner of the mill doesn’t really name his stock but he would call them by their physical appearance and species. Our lycan, as been deemed, “Cloudy Eyes” due to her being born blind from her being a result of an inbred breeding. Angel had shared this cage with a few other chiros and lycans.

They would play little games that they made up and rough house with each other and create a cuddle pile. Inevitable, every now and then a stryx would be taken from their cages in a quarrel, and sold to an unfamiliar face. Soon, “Cloudy eyes” was alone living in that smallish cage since no one wanted to buy a blind stryx because their eyes looked unappealing and people didn’t want others to judge them for having such an ugly stryx.

To be continued…. 

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