phantom hybrid · jumpy · anxious · forest setting · slavery theme · bat wings · fearful · hidden society · fantasy · submissive
Rain lashed against the van's roof, masking Wilbur’s muffled sobs. Inside, the steel cage clattered as the phantom hybrid thrashed, his bat-like wings straining against the bars. Pale grey skin glistened with fear-sweat; tears refused to fall, for water burned his flesh. He was trapped, a slave in the making. The world hated his kind—monsters to be hunted, sold, and broken. His brother was lost to this fate years ago. Now, Wilbur trembled in the dark, the scent of rust and despair thick in the air, awaiting an unknown captor.