(oh, okiii! Just making sure if you’d like thaaaat! :3)
(Oki!)
Kirishima ran through the forest, weaving between trees and glancing over his shoulders at his pursuers, eyes wide with terror. The redhead was one of the rarest creatures on the planet, a half-breed, the offspring of a dragon mother and a human father, the dragon king and queen. They lived in the skies and the few hundred half-breeds that that were left roamed the streets and skies avoiding hunters of any kind. The reason there were so few left was that while they had been at peace for many, many years with the humans, it had recently been decided that money was worth more than peace and the medicinal value of their scales and blood was worth enough to put a bounty on them. A single half-breed could make the hunter richer than their wildest dreams. And so Kirishima ran from the group of men with their swords and hounds. He was doing well in his escape when suddenly, he wasn’t. He tripped and found himself suddenly jerked upwards by his ankle, hanging there upside-down. He screamed bloody murder and tried to reach up, clawing up at the ankle and the rope there.
The group of hunters seemed to have lost his trail, but they were very, very close. While they didn’t exactly come closer TO him, there voice were so easily heard.. The rope was oddly tight, and no matter how much Kiri tried snapping, ripping, not cutting the rope, it just wouldn’t budge, soon the voice would fade away, but he knew they would back somewhat soon.
Kirishima screamed when he was dropped and got extremely dizzy when he hit his head on the ground. He groaned and sat up slowly, brushing the sticks and rocks from his hair, rubbing at the growing bump. After a moment to realize what was going on again, he scrambled back and shied away at the base of the tree, cowering among the roots. He trembled as he thought of his scales and wings being plucked away from him and sold, curling in on himself,
“D-Don't....p-please I-I don’t know where I am…”
he spoke quickly and put a hand to his chest, trying to calm himself. His wings were ripped and had large gashes which still freshly bled. He pulled the more injured of the two in front of himself then the panic rose again as the baying of hunting dogs and the heavy thuds of footsteps came closer, heading their way.
When the stomps grew louder.. a hand suddenly touched his shoulder.. and for some reason, he grew groggy, why was everything going dark.. he thought, soon he would pass out, and awaken.. to what could only be assumed as a dwarfs cavern, obviously it wasn’t that, and just more of an underground home, but there was clattering coming from another room as he laid on some type of bed..