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I adopted this cool Dragon/Lizard from :iconKefirrr on FA.

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Name: Halfbreed
Species: Dragon/Lizard
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 230Ibs
Skin Color: Orange
Hair Color: Light-Blue
Eye color: Blue
Occupation: Homestead Slave
Personality: Concerning
Abilities: Flight
Likes: Working, Sleeping, Flying
Dislikes: Being Put in Restraints
Hobbies: Flying Around the Homestead
Habits: Struggles against his Bonds when in Restraints

Background: My Name is Halfbreed. That’s the only name I’ve ever known, I’ve been called that all my life. I was given my name because I was born half dragon, half lizard. I have orange skin, but Was born with Blue colored Wings, a tail, hair and eyes. I also have blue and Orange horns along my head.

In my life, I’ve only known Slavery and Torment. I never knew my mother, she died giving Birth to me, at least that’s what my father told me. My father was a King, but never treated me as his son, just a common Bastard. I lived in the castle where I was born, but I was kept locked up in a small room so the king wouldn’t have to deal with me. The one good thing about my room was that I had a nice view of the kingdom. Sometimes at night, the servants would sneak me out so I could walk around.

When I was seven, the king, my father found out I had been sneaking out. He had the servants locked up and Sold me to a Circus. The ringleader always kept me locked in a cage, feeding me scraps and only letting me out to perform in his shows. I was basically a Circus ball. I would be stuffed inside a rubber ball, which was then inflated. My head was the only thing visible, I couldn’t move my body. They tossed and rolled me around, made me bounce. The ringleader would sometimes keep me in the ball for days for amusement. I kept begging them to let me out of the ball, but they wouldn’t.

The ringleader told me if I tried to escape or refused to perform, he would cut my wings and tail off. I traveled with the circus for years, doing the same lame routine. I just wanted to get away. Every night, I would flap my wings when everyone was asleep. When I was 17, I got my chance. One night, one of the guards was drunk and forgot to lock my cage. I bursted through the door and I started flying. I was relived, but I was excited because I was flying for the first time.

I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I had to get as far away from the circus as possible. In no time, I flew to an enclosed homestead, but when I landed, the guards apprehended me. Moments later, a brown bear wearing a kimono walked out of the gates. He told me the homestead was private property and I was trespassing. I begged him for his help, then explained how I was sold to a circus and put through Hell for a long time.

One of the guards said the circus would pay a price to send me back to them, but I begged them not to send me back to the circus. The Bear then said they could sell mae back to the circus, or I could become his slave. I didn’t understand what he was saying, then the bear move aside and showed me the opened gate.

The Bear told me he could give me Safety and comfort, and all I had to do was walk though the Gates. But he warned me once I did, I would become his slave for the rest of my life. I looked back towards the road, worried that the Circus Guards might show up. I looked at the Bear and nodded. His guards let me go and I walked though the gates.

The Bear told me his name was Osbeorn and I was to address him as Master or Lord, like the other Slaves had done. He asked me for my name and said I was only known as Halfbreed. Osbeorn told me that that was my new name. I was taken to a large Warehouse near the main Mansion and forced up a flight of Stairs. There were many doors on both sides of the hallway. The guards forced me into an enclosed room and sealed the door. There was no knob on the inside so I couldn’t escape. The room had a Bed, Table and chair and a dresser. I just laid on the bed and went to sleep.

I woke to the sound of a bang on the door. It opened and guards told me to get up and it was time to work. As I saw many other Slaves leaving the building, the guards took me to the wash room on the main floor and had me clean myself. It felt good to wash my body. I could only get clean on rainy days when traveling with the circus.

After I got myself all clean, the guards gave me a kimono to wear, then took me outside. I saw that all the other slaves had kimonos on too. The guards took me out to a field where They grew corn, gave me a bag and told me to start plucking.

Besides Plucking Corn around the Homestead, I Picked Cotton, Fruits, Almonds, collected Wheat, shoveled hay, Planted seeds, Basic Farm Work. We were only around One Break at Midday, gave me the chance to look around. The Homestead was surrounded by a stone wall and a Magical Barrier for any of us that could fly. When working, we weren’t allowed to talk. We work from Sunrise to Sunset, then are locked in our rooms. The guards feed us our dinner though slots under our doors. During my Breaks, I learned from the other Slaves that Osbeorn never mistreated his Slaves or tortured them.

I did learn that Osbeorn liked to take his Slaves into his Manor and put them in Restraints as a method of decoration. After several weeks of Working at the Homestead, I learned what the slaves meant the hard way. One night, I was summoned into the Manor. The guards brought over a mounting plaque and locked my head and feet inside it, then sealed me into the wall above a fireplace. Another Slave was restrained the same as me. We looked like Wall mounts. No matter how hard I tried, I want able to get loose.

Osbeorn told me that I was gonna be like this for a few days. I looked around and saw another Slave was trapped in Wooden Stockades and another had her head popping out of a Vase. Osbeorn also said we had to be quiet, otherwise we’d be gagged. Being Mounted was a pain. The other slave and I were able to talk in the middle of the night, but quietly. I did notice that two storage trunks on the floor were shaking. I realized that Osbeorn had locked two of his slaves inside them, for I could hear them muffling. The slave mounted next to me said sometimes Osbeorn has a slave locked in a storage trunk that in his bed chamber.

I was often Locked as Mount or in the stockades, but when it came to the storage trunks, the guards had me bound and gagged first, then locked me in. As for the Vases, Osbeorn used Magic on the Vases. I was sucked right into it and my head popped out seconds later. The Vases were similar to the Circus balls, but at least I wasn’t being forced to do tricks.

Osbeorn occasionally threw parties at his manor. The slaves and I were given the choice to either become servants, or be displayed as Mounts and a vases. I often chose to be a servant, even though it meant wearing a fancy kimono.

Besides the Restraints, the only good thing about living at the Homestead was I felt safe. I had a comfy place to sleep, I could eat, work, bathe, had fresh clothes everyday. I even made good friends with most of the slaves at the homestead and was allowed to fly around. Even though living at the homestead meant I’d be a slave for the rest of my life, it was far better than being a Circus Monkey.

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