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It was a well-known fact that Vexes like to play with their prey.

They were strong and violent breeds. Worst of all, they were patient. They could take hours before making a kill, just waiting for the right moment to attack. Scar sat on a borrowed throne in an unfamiliar kingdom, waiting patiently for his moment to strike. He just needed one moment to slip through the cracks of the neighboring kingdom, then he could take over. He glanced sideways at Cub, who shook his head once. Patience hadn’t been Scar’s strong suit, but he was enjoying the hunt. It would make the victory all the sweeter.

“Your Majesty,” A court member bowed below Scar, “You’ve been so gracious to visit and make these treaties that will benefit both our kingdoms, it’s only right that we do something to return the favor.”

Scar smiled, amused by the quaking members of the court. They were clearly terrified of the Vex king, and Scar certainly hadn’t given them a reason to think otherwise. “That’s so kind of you,” He said, faking pleasantries. “What do you have in store?” Treasures, most definitely. It was the easiest way to intrigue a Vex- with shiny jewels and glistening gold. Scar had received many treasures in the time he’d been here, and he certainly wasn’t going to deny any more.

The man stood and clapped his hands. Large doors opened, and several guards came in, wheeling in a large cart. There was a cloth covering whatever was inside.

“We’ve had some trouble, you see,” The man said, gesturing to the court as a whole now. “And King Eldri decided that the best way to solve it was to make a show for our newest ally.”

There were some ‘oohs’ from the crowd, but Scar just tilted his head curiously.

The cloth was removed with a dull noise, revealing the most beautiful colors Scar had ever seen. Reds, golds, and deep blues blended together, creating a vibrant and striking image. It took Scar a moment to realize they were wings, and a moment longer before noticing the man they were attached to.

The hybrid shook, hissing at the men around him. He was tied to the wooden cart, but was still trying to snarl at the guards as they got closer. The room was filled with amused laughter and excitement as the avian lunged at them, only to be pulled back by the ropes and chains.

“Behold!” The man said. “An avian caught by our guards in the streets. He was caught stealing from the market. His crimes will be paid for, and our esteemed guest can find his entertainment.”

Scar blinked slowly, watching the men in front of him. The avian shrank back, trying to make himself smaller. He could tell that he was only aggressive because he was scared. Violence had been his last resort to protect himself, and that wouldn’t work much longer. How long until he would snap into submission? The avian thrashed in his chains, the last of a fierce fire burning stronger in his eyes. Those fighting eyes fell on Scar.

They were deep black, like a starless night sky, staring into Scar’s soul. There was a desperation in the darkness. A history of fear and torment that Scar could only begin to imagine. They pulled him in, making Scar want to reach out and hold the shaking bird.

Then a keen screech split the air, followed by the cheers of people in the court.

A man stood beside the cart, laughing with the crowd. He had a whip in his hand, still moving as he pulled it over the raw, open skin it created, right under the wings.

“Your highness-”

“I know, Cub.” Scar frowned. “I know.”

The king of the other kingdom sat on the throne beside him, laughing with his court. Cruel and sadistic. He waved a hand, and the whip came down again on the man’s bony frame. Once, twice, six more times until Scar lost count.

The avian had stopped trying to escape, just lying on the cart and hissing. The fire in his eyes hadn’t faded yet, but it was being smothered. He was whimpering, snarling with curled lips, but his vocalization had stopped. Or at least softened. He burrowed his head in the cart, as if that would protect him. His wings shook as they were pulled open by guards. The whip struck once on the plumage, and Scar had to cover his ears at the high-pitched noise that escaped the avian.

Laughter grew louder, and some people were cheering now, encouraging the guards to push further. One woman pulled a dagger from somewhere and walked to the front of the cart. She grabbed the avian’s blond hair and forced his head up, revealing the painted, tear-stained face. He whimpered weakly, pulling as far away as he could from the woman.

She put her knee on his neck, tilting his head at an awkward angle. He yipped again as she pulled on something Scar couldn’t see. A feather. Another followed it as it floated on the floor, and more cries erupted from the avian.

The guard took the dagger in her hand again and looked up at the king, as if looking for permission.

Her king nodded.

“Sorry, little birdie,” She cooed, her voice venomous as it echoed in the courtroom. Her free hand ran through the feathers before turning into a tight grip and forcing the wing attached to the avian’s head out. “Maybe this’ll teach you not to steal.”

“No!” The avian cried. It was the first thing he’d said since being carted into the room, Scar realised. “No, please!”

Scar stood from his chair in a quick movement, and the room fell silent. Clearly, they weren’t as indifferent to the Vex king as they led on.

He made his way down the steps until he was next to the cart. Whispers had started up again, but Scar couldn’t make out any words. The woman held out her dagger happily. She was more bloodthirsty than most Vexes here. Scar took the dagger. It felt odd in his hand. He didn’t use many weapons, but the weight was off. It clearly wasn’t made for him.

He twirled it in his fingers slowly, inspecting the blade. It wasn’t bad. Well-made, strong metal and hilt, Scar was almost impressed by the craftsmanship. He let it fall to the floor with a loud clang.

“Get off.” He snarled.

The guard quickly moved to adjust herself, standing a few feet away from them.

“What do you think he’ll do?” Asked another guard in a poor attempt of a whisper.

“Tear his eyes out.”

“Rip his wings off.”

“Eat him alive.”

They all sounded way too eager for Scar’s liking.

Scar bent down, running his fingers along the muscles on the avian’s neck until they reached his shoulders. “Shh,” he breathed softly at the avian’s little whimpers. “I won’t hurt you, Birdie. You’re safe with me.” Scar lifted the dagger again, wincing as the man’s dark eyes widened with fear. He hissed at the blade, but made no attempt to move.

“I’ve got you, sweet thing,” Scar promised, “Just stay still.”

The avian whimpered its response, soft, fearful chirps escaping its lips as Scar moved closer. He swiped the dagger through the ropes like a hot knife through butter. When one wing was free, the avian pulled it close to his body as if he were trying to make it part of his body. The chains eased from his body with a gentle pull of Scar’s magic, and finally, the avian was able to sit up.

His black eyes never left Scar. He pulled himself away, flapping his wings once. He hissed with more energy. Scar only hummed. He’d sensed the spells on the metal to make him tired and make every ounce of pain worse. He must still be in terrible pain, but at least it wasn’t as bad.

“Don’t worry,” Scar held out a hand, “The bad part’s over.”

The avian blinked his large eyes once, then took Scar’s hand. Energy buzzed under Scar’s fingertips where their hands connected, and the soft gasp that escaped the avian confirmed his thoughts.

Scar caught the man as his legs gave out, laughing softly against his ear. “I’ve got you, Birdie,” He promised, pulling him into a bridal carry. The man let out a noise between a squawk and a huff, causing Scar to laugh harder.

“Your gift is appreciated,” Scar turned to the king. “But as much as Vexes enjoy violence, we also enjoy beauty.” Scar ran his fingers through his avian’s head, smiling at the soft purring chirps he let out. “I expect that this thief was going to be punished in other ways? I’d like to extend my hand for him.”

The king blinked, his mouth wide. “Of course, your majesty. Take him however you’d please.”

Scar purred loudly as the avian grew limp in his hands, relaxing into his hold. “You’re very generous.” He said. “Would you allow me to take my new friend to my rooms? I’m sure we’d both appreciate the time to relax before dinner.”

The king blinked once, then nodded. “Of course, my friend. He’s here for your enjoyment, after all.”

Scar scowled, but was quickly distracted by the shivering avian in his arms. His clothing had been removed somewhere he couldn’t see, leaving him bare and bloody from the chill and the whip. His wings were rugged and torn in several places, leaving bare patches of skin where the bright plumage should be. He pulled him tighter against his back, whimpering softly as a chill picked up. Scar made a mental note to get some nice blankets the next time he was in the market.

He nodded respectfully to the kind before excusing himself from the courtroom. He didn’t need to look back to know that Cub and his two guards were following him, but he heard their footsteps stop and begin further back as his avian squeaked.

It wasn’t long before they got to Scar’s room, and his guards barely looked at the avian before opening the doors. “Send for a medic,” Scar told one of the guards, giving the others a chance to catch up. “And more blankets. I’ll have a list of whatever else soon.” He turned to Cub, Bdubs, and Etho as one guard left. “I want you two to check the room again, then search for anything we need. Cub, I know you’re thinking something, but that’ll have to wait. Feel free to stay, but I’m not talking about politics until dinner.”

The guards got to work as Scar set his avian on the bed. He didn’t want to lay him back yet, since he wasn’t sure how bad the whip marks were. He also didn’t want anything to happen to his wings. “There you are,” Scar purred, cupping the other’s cheeks. He was allowed to roll the blonde’s hand in his hands and check the wings on the side of his face, straightening out the feathers and brushing away the dirt and tears. Sparkling black eyes blinked up at him, and the soft smile made Scar feel weak. “You’re gonna be all better, soon.”

“Thank you,” The avian chirped happily.

“Of course, Birdie,” Scar sat in a chair Cub placed behind him, still holding onto his avian. “Someone will be here soon to help you feel better. You’re safe now, dear.”

The other chirped happily. “You ’re-you’re the king, right? King… Tymes?”

“Goodtimes,” Scar corrected. “But friends call me Scar.”

“Scar,” His name sounded angelic coming off the avian’s lips. “I’m Grian.”

“Nice to meet you, Grian,” Scar smiled. “I just wish it were under better circumstances.”

Grian shrugged with a wince. “This was probably the best outcome,” He said, his dazzling eyes darkening for a minute. “Thank you, again.”

“Of course,” Scar kissed Grian’s head gently. “You’re safe with me.”

“Clean,” Etho’s voice echoed from the bathroom.

“Clean,” Bdubs confirmed, coming from somewhere behind Scar.

Cub answered a knock on the door, and a medic rushed in.

The woman crossed the room quickly and frowned at the avian. She glanced around before gesturing to him with a sharp movement. “He’s alive,” She said, an annoyed tone in her voice. “What do you want from me?”

Scar could only openly gape at the doctor, dressed in sterile white robes and a bag that looked way lighter than it should have been. From the corner of his eye, he could see Grian shrink and pull his wings closer to his body.

“I believe,” Etho, as calm as ever in the Vex King’s silent anger, stepped forward with a polite nod. “The king wants you to check over Grain, here. He was whipped.”

“I’m aware of his place.” The doctor blinked. There was a pause before he glanced at Grain again like he’d insulted her. “Lie on your stomach. I’ll check the cuts.”

Grian obeyed silently, lying in the bed and stretching out. The doctor leaned over him, pressing on spots on his back and humming as Grian responded in winces and huffs.

“You’ll live,” She said again, taking off her gloves quickly. “Nothing’s infected as long as you keep the cuts clean.”

“What about his wings?” Scar added. “Are they-”

“I’m not an avian,” the doctor scoffed. “I couldn’t tell you the first thing about wings.” She spat out the word. “There’s a vet in the town, if you want to go down there. I’m sure they’ll tell you how to take care of your pet until you decide to kill him.” The doctor packed her bag quickly, considering she didn’t take anything out.

“A vet,” Cub repeated, narrowing his eyes. “I’ll have some guards-”

“There’s no need,” Scar broke in. His eyes hadn’t looked away from the doctor, snarling at the woman. “Tell the king that we’ll be leaving after dinner tonight.”

The doctor frowned. It was common knowledge that the Vex party had five more days left in this kingdom. “Very well,” She said with a slight bow. “Safe travels, your highness.”

Scar waited until the door shut again before growling. He knew this kingdom wasn’t the kindest to hybrids, but the pure lack of care was sickening. “I want more guards stationed at the door,” He said, turning to the two head guards. “I don’t trust anything here.”

“Yes, sir.” Etho nodded.

“Bdubs, I want you to look for any available doctor who will look at Grain’s wings. I trust your judgement. I don’t care if they’ll come here or if we go there, as long as they’ll see us today.”

“You got it!” Bdubs smiled widely.

“Cub,”

Cub shook his head once. “I’m staying here to make sure you’re thinking this through.” He said.

“I’m not,” Scar admitted quietly, “But I certainly won’t be in this void-forsaken kingdom any longer. Grian needs actual medical attention, and I need something to drink!” He groaned loudly, flopping on the bed beside Grian.

He smiled as a shadow covered his face. He smiled gratefully at Grain as the avian covered him with a wing. Even from a distance, he could smell the unique mixture of Grain and soil. There was a sickeningly sour scent that came from somewhere, but Scar knew it would wash away with a bath. He mouthed a thanks, but Grian’s eyes were locked on the soldiers and Cub, watching as if they’d try to take Scar away.

He almost wanted to see what would happen if they did. He may have been weak and mercilessly beaten for who knows how long, but there was a spark in his eyes that wasn’t easily smothered. The avian hadn’t blinked once, his black eyes locked on the three who stood a respectful distance away.

“Your majesty,” Cub’s voice was strained with annoyance, his words sizzling like steam from a kettle. “I respect your opinion, but we can’t reasonably leave that soon. However, if you’d allow two days, our plan may still work.”

Scar huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Fine. But I want it done. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” Etho nodded, “I’ll see to it personally. The guards will be in town this time tomorrow night.”

“Town?” Grian jumped in, the first time he’d spoken loud enough for others to hear him. “What part of town? Mycieam?”

Scar frowned, sitting up. It took him a long moment to remember the street near the edge of the main part of the city. Something that sounded obnoxiously like Cub’s voice reminded him of its importance. They were the main distributor of different livestock and mushroom supplies, but it was an old part of town that most people ignored during tours.

“Is that where you’re from?” Etho asked. “I can have my men-”

“NO!” Grian stood up quickly. His wings flapped once before spanning them out to their full span. “No soldiers will go anywhere near them.” There was a strength in his voice that Scar hadn’t heard before. It was the kind of thing he’d look for in a guard, not someone who was clearly maltreated.

“Would you like your family to know where you are?” Bdubs offered, in a much kinder way than his husband.

Grian didn’t respond, but his wings shook. “I want- I don’t know.”

“That’s alright,” Scar ducked under a wing so Grian could see him. “When you do, we can send for them, or we can send a letter. Whatever you need.”

“They’ll kill him.” Grain said it so confidently that even Cub and Etho stuttered. “If he- and Jimmy- no.”

“No one will die,” Scar assured him. “I’m a king as well, and you’re my guest. Your former king can do nothing to anyone you care about as long as you're under my care.”

“But-” Grian paused, taking in the words slowly. Then he nodded. “Ok. I want my flock.”

“Perfect!” Scar clapped his hands together. “Etho, get on that. We’ll have an extra carriage for them to come to the mansion.”

Etho bowed. “Of course. I’ll write Cleo, as well. She’ll want to know about everything we’ve decided today.”

Scar nodded. One less job for him. “Ok, anything else we’re missing?”

Grian looked back at the bed, but shook his head along with the rest of them.

“Alright,” Scar turned his attention back to the room. It was bare and cold, but nothing he wasn’t used to. “Grian, what do you need?”

“Nothing, your majesty.” The answer was immediate and robotic, “Thank you, your majesty.”

Scar tapped Grian’s nose gently, smiling at the way his face scrunched up momentarily. “It’s Scar to you, my dear Birdie,” Scar teased. “And I don’t believe that. So, what do you need?”

Grian lowered his head and took a deep breath. “I’d appreciate some more bedding materials,” He said finally, his voice littered with uncertain chirps. “And maybe some fruit? If that’s not asking too much?”

Grian could have asked for the moon, and Scar would have given it to him, especially if Grian blinked up at him with those wide black eyes.

“Of course it’s not!” Honestly, it was such a basic answer. Scar was appalled at the fear in the avian’s eyes. He looked at Bdubs pointedly, then back at Grian. “What else do you need, Birdie?”

Grian shifted his weight, then looked up at Scar again. “Maybe a brush and some water? For my wings,” He lifted one, wincing. “It’s been a while since I’ve preened them.”

“I’ll get that done for you,” Scar agreed.

“That’s it.” Grain raised his hands. “Don’t make me ask for more. Please.”

Scar could see the desperation in Grain’s eyes, so he nodded. “You did good, Birdie. You can rest now, sweetheart.”

Grian cooed softly, sitting on the bed with a soft click. Scar sat beside him, taking a hand in his while Grain rested his head on Scar’s shoulder.

“Etho, see that’s done as well. Bdubs, you're still in charge of finding a decent doctor.”

The pair nodded.

“Cub,” He wasn’t sure what he wanted Cub to do. A part of him wanted to keep Cub here just to have his company, but another part wanted to push him out and let Grain turn his room into whatever he wanted.

“I’ll make sure the guards are informed about our changes.” He said. “And the King, as well. I’m sure he’ll fight us taking the whole flock with us, but I also doubt it’ll take much to convince him.”

“Good,” Scar stood from the bed and went to the closet. There wasn’t much in terms of extra bedding, but it was enough until Etho sent someone with more. “Gri? Do you want to come over here and check these out?”

“I would,” Grian admitted softly, moving to stand beside Scar. He was a good amount shorter than Scar, looking up at the blankets in awe. He reached up to grab one and pulled it down. He frowned at the texture, but seemed satisfied with the thickness. Grain looked at Scar once, then turned and tossed it on the bed.

“I’ll get started on finding Grian’s family.” Etho said. “See you at dinner?”

“I’ll be there.” Bdubs kissed his husband before watching the man leave. He bowed to the king before smiling. “I’ll bring some guards with me to town. Don’t worry, Scar, we’ll get this all figured out.”

Scar nodded, but his attention was stolen by the small avian tearing off the bedding of the once lavish bed, leaving nothing but the sheets on. His wings flapped happily as he studied the bare mattress, then the pile on the floor.

“Scar,” Cub’s voice broke through the domestic scene in front of him. “What would you like me to do for him?” He nodded to Grian, who was testing different pillows. “Would you like a room on the other side of the hall?”

“No,” Scar smiled at Cub. He held out his hand, gently rubbing his fingers over the place where Grain had touched him, where their magic had connected. “I think this will work out.”

Cub’s head shot up, his smile wide with understanding. Soulmates weren’t real. Everyone knew that. They were stories of legends and myth, and nothing more. However, there were times when two souls connected through their magic. Every hybrid had magic in their soul, even if they couldn’t use it. When they were compatible, the bond made itself known.

“I’ll leave you two be, then,” He said, “Assuming I can trust you?”

Scar held up his hands in mock innocence.

“I’ll see that the guards are prepared,” Cub rolled his eyes. “Send someone if you need anything.”

“Etho should be sending someone soon,” Scar looked over to where Grian stood, huffing at the now empty closet- even some of Scar’s clothes had been taken- like it would reveal more blankets for him to use.

“Then I’ll clear things up with the King,” Cub decided. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“See you then,” Scar smiled at his best friend before going to stand beside Grian. “Is there anything else here?”

“No.” The avian hissed. He looked over at the nest with a sigh, then walked over again. Scar didn’t know much about Avian habits, but he knew they liked shiny things and warmth. He wondered if the nest was still too cold for Grian’s liking, but when Scar set his hands down, he frowned at the firmness. That must’ve been what Grain was trying to solve.

A soft whimper pulled Scar out of his thoughts. He looked up at the avian sitting in the middle of the nest, moving things around and hitting blankets and pillows to fluff them out. He hissed at one, a large grey one, then collapsed into it with sobs that shook his body.

“Hey,” Scar climbed into his nest, pulling Grian against his chest. Proximity was another thing Scar knew about avians. They liked to be close with their flocks, and could spend days just curling against each other. “What’s wrong, Gri?”

Grian lifted his head, pressing his nose against Scar’s jaw. A broken clicking coming from his throat. He rolled closer, murmuring soft noises as he cried. He pointed at a pillow limply. “It’s bad,” He whimpered, nuzzling like he was trying to nest in Scar’s skin, cuddled up beside his organs and protected by his ribs. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s perfectly fine, Songbird,” Scar offered, rubbing some fingers over his cheeks. He brushed over some feathers, causing the avian to purr happily. “I like our nest. I’ve never had one before.”

Grian looked up at him with a twitter and wide eyes, “Never?”

“Nope,” Scar rested his head on a pillow. His head sunk into the fabric, and Grian followed, resting on Scar’s chest. “I never thought of making one. Some Vex do, but I just didn’t see the need to.”

Grian blinked and rolled onto his back on Scar’s chest, manuvering his wings skillfully. He chirped a response, a scoff, if Scar had to guess.

“I see why they do, now.” Scar agreed, “It’s nice.” Scar held Grian close, “Nice bed, nice company.”

Grian purred loudly. “I bet you say that to everyone.”

“Only the pretty ones.”

He scoffed this time, raising his eyebrows. “That’s so overused.”

“Sorry,” Scar laughed, tilting his head back to let Grian move even closer. “But I’ve never been more comfortable with anyone like this before. In a nice nest, with a beautiful, brave man with me-”

Grian cooed happily, shifting back over again to lie chest to chest with Scar. “Now you’re just being a sap.”

“Can’t a man ever just flirt with someone he wishes to court?” Scar scoffed, only half annoyed.

“Maybe,” Grian purred, pulling his arms onto Scar’s chest and resting his head on them. He blinked slowly at Scar, much like a cat. “If he can do it better. Be unique. Make yourself stand out,” Grain’s eyes fluttered closed, and he yawned with a wince. He shifted again, growling as his he couldn’t find a comfortable place to rest.

“What do you need, Grian?” Scar offered.

“My back hurts,” He admitted with a soft sigh. “I don’t know what’ll help it.”

Scar frowned, trying to think. Luckily, this was the moment Etho knocked on the door and entered the room. Three guards flanked him, each carrying more bedding than Scar had ever seen in one place. Grian tweeted happily, though sleep was still clouding his eyes.

“There’s some fruit on the way,” Etho said, nodding to the other guards. “I’m about to take Gemini, Ren, and Martyn to Mycelium.”

“Good,” Scar narrowed his eyes at Martyn, who made a face at Ren. He was new to the guard and had taken to it- and Ren- like a fish to water. He brightened suddenly at the sight of his brown wings and Gemini’s intense gaze. He readjusted Grain carefully, who whined in protest. “Gemini, you have a medical background, don’t you?”

“Yes, your majesty,” The woman said. She had joined the Guard years ago, and though Scar trusted her better than most others, he couldn’t remember talking to her many times. “Both my parents were medics, and I was in training as well.”

“Can you look at Grain’s back?” He asked, gesturing to the avian hybrid. “He was whipped. Possibly more, but I don’t know of anything else.”

Gem looked at the nest, then Scar, then Etho. She took a step forward before Martyn pulled her back. He whispered something Scar couldn’t hear. Martyn stepped in front of her and approached the bed carefully.

“Hey,” He said, his voice a mix of casual and soft. Scar blinked. He’d never heard any tone other than anger and excitement. His wings were also carefully tucked behind him, his normally puffed feathers lying calmly on his wings. “Is it ok if my friend comes near your nest? We just want to look at your wounds.”

Grian’s lips were drawn back in something close to a snarl. He kept glancing over to Scar, and his body was slowly relaxing into the blankets. “I can choose?”

“Of course!” Martyn smiled, holding out one wing,

“I can say no?”

“Well, yes,” Martyn frowned, “But I’d-”

“Then no.” Grian hissed at the other avian before burying his head in the blankets. He reached out with one that was just close enough to brush against Scar’s arm, and hummed with satisfaction.

“Grain,” Martyn tried again, “Your back needs to be looked at. It would be better if-”

“No.” Grain opened one unimpressed eye. “I don’t want anyone I don’t trust near my nest anymore.”

“Ok,” Martyn sighed, “Would you like to take a part of your nest with you somewhere nice? We’d really like to check you out.”

“No.”

“Birdie,” Scar adjusted himself so he was sitting closer to Grian, taking his head on his lap. The avian purred again, nuzzling against the muscle. “You were talking about how your back was bothering you. Wouldn’t you like to feel better?”

“I can choose,” Grian said again. Scar wasn’t sure if it was a question this time, but Scar nodded anyway. “I don’t want anyone to take my nest away. It’s mine?”

“It’s all yours, Songbird,” Scar promised. “But we should make sure you’re not going to get worse.”

Grian looked up at Scar, then at Martyn. His wings flapped once, but he slowly made his way to his knees. “Not on my nest,” He decided finally, words coming out as a venomous hiss. He took one of the more colorful pillows from the nest before standing. He followed Martyn to an empty spot, then settled down on the bare floor. He held the pillow to his chest, eyes flashing at the people around him.

“Etho,” Scar murmured, glancing sideways at Grain. “Take Ren and wait outside. The fewer people here, the less he’ll panic.”

Etho nodded, and Ren loyally followed his leader out.

Martyn looked up as Ren left, sharing a final look before the doors shut, then turned his attention back to Grain. “Wonderful! Grain, this is Gem. She’s the one who’ll be looking at your back.”

Gem nodded happily. She walked behind him, and Scar was impressed by how well she bit back her gasp. Grian’s back was red and already bruising. The bleeding has stopped, but the cuts were still ugly and raw.

“I’ve seen worse,” Gem’s voice was bright as she knelt down. “I don’t have anything with me right now, but I’ll see what I can get.”

“Scar sent someone to town,” Grian offered, “Some guard… B-something. He’s looking for a vet.”

“A vet?” Martyn’s calm facade snapped. He stood and turned on Scar, his wings flared out.

“It wasn’t him!” Grain’s ferocity startled the group. He copied Martyn’s threatening pose, flapping his wings at their full span. They were larger than Martyn’s but just barely. He was sure they’d be brighter, too, once they were washed. “King End doesn’t believe in hybrid doctors. Vets are the best we get.”

Martyn folded his wings and looked down. Scar didn’t think Martyn knew submission, but there was nothing else to describe the scene in front of him.

“You’re right,” Martyn said. “I apologize.”

Grian crossed his arms, his snarl and black eyes still threatening. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

A long moment passed as he and Gem watched the avians. Scar himself hadn’t been able to get Martyn’s compliance, especially not from his state of anger. His anger was a fire that grew easily, but was nearly impossible to burn out without the right tools. Ren was water to Martyn’s fire; sometimes able to stuff it out, sometimes encouraging the flames to grow larger and devour everything in its path.

Grian was neither water nor fire. He was an element all of his own.

Scar wasn’t sure what to expect, but Martyn bowing his head and slowly turning to his king was among the last.

“I’m sorry I accused you of ignorance,” Said the young guard, a hint of annoyance Scar knew well in his voice, but he apologized nonetheless. “It was wrong of me. I know you care about all your people, and Grian is one of them now.” Martyn’s mouth worked as if to say something else, but clearly thought better of it. “I’ll do better, my king.”

“Apology accepted,” Scar clapped his hands together cheerfully, trying to bring back the slightly cheerful mood that had only existed in privacy. “Now, what can we do to help?” He asked Gem.

The red-haired woman blinked out of her shock at the question, then focused on Grain’s back again. “I’d put on some ointment,” Gem said. “I don’t think there’s anything avians are allergic to that would be put in there, so almost any kind should be fine.” She hummed thoughtfully, her mind working behind her spirited eyes. “His wings-”

Grian turned on Gem. “No one said anything about my wings!” He looked desperately at Scar, reaching out.

Scar walked forward and took Grian’s hand softly. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Scar promised. “Gem was probably just assuming they were bothering you, too. Nothing else.”

Gem nodded slowly, as if any pick movement would scare him. “I was thinking about Martyn’s wings.” She explained, “They bother him after training too long, or when things get stuck in them.” She didn’t mention the dried blood or patches of missing feathers.

“They do?” He asked, ignoring the twitch in his wings. Scar wondered if they hurt like Martyn’s sometimes did. He wasn’t sure if it would be polite to ask. Grian looked at Martyn as if he’d done something taboo. “You tell them?”

“What do you mean?” Martyn rolled his eyes, then seemed to remember that he was being nice. “They’re my friends. My flock.”

“But she’s not avian.” Grian looked at Gem. “Medical background, almost definitely in debt, and even if she’s not, no one would pass up the money that wings sell for.” Grian pressed closer to Scar.

“Sell?” Martyn blinked, then his body tightened again. “Oh, void, of course. Grian, I promise you, no one is going to sell your wings. They hurt sometimes. They get irritated or need to preen. That’s fine. It’s natural.”

“But-” Grian flinched. “My wings.” Came his desperate argument.

“Are safe.” Scar squeezed Grian’s hand. “You’re safe.”

Grian smiled, and a soft pressure sat in the back of Scar’s head. Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. Grain’s magic curled into Scar’s until it settled happily around Scar’s core. Grian would have the same feeling. He’s possibly had it for a while, considering how comfortable Scar had been for a while. A beginning sign of trust. The start of a bond.

“Ok,” Grain agreed finally, stretching out his wings again. “But don’t touch them.”

“I won’t,” Gem promised. “But may I come closer?”

Grian nodded.

“Ok, let me look,” Gem placed her hands on her knees as she inspected the limbs. Wings were a sense of every avian’s pride. Martyn’s feathers often reflected the light as he walked, shiny and stong. Grian’s were large and certainly colorful, but it was coated in a thick layer of dirt, dust, and blood. Gem had to be careful with her words.

“Have you flown recently?” She asked finally.

Grian looked down. “No,” He admitted, “It’s banned. My wings are clipped. Have been since I was born.”

Gem nodded with finality. “When was the last time?”

“A week ago,” Grian said. “My brother helped me.”

“And he’s had the same treatment?”

Grian looked up at Scar again. “I’m safe.” He repeated, clinging to him. The pressure in Scar’s head twitched, but didn’t fade.

“You’re safe,” Scar promised. “You, your flock, your brother, and anyone else you’ve been vaguely acquainted with. I won’t let anything happen, my Birdie.”

Grain rolled his eye at the nickname, but he was smiling. “Jimmy’s wings aren’t clipped,” He said, his voice smug. “Never have been. They’re small, so he can’t fly far anyway, but he still can.”

“That’s good,” Gem smiled.

Grian nodded proudly.

“Alright then,” Gem stepped away. Scar wondered if it was mostly to get away from Grain, so he couldn’t hit her. “I think most of it should get better with a good wash and a preening.”

Grian chirped, bringing his wings in. He looked back at the nest, but didn’t move yet. “Thank you, Gem,” he said. “I appreciate it.”

Gem bowed at her waist. “Of course, your grace,” She purred, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Could you bring me a bucket of water and a sponge?” Grian asked. “I’d like to clean my wings now.”

Gem nodded. “I’m on it, your grace!” She twittered out of the room, pushing Martyn out the door with her. Scar had no doubt they’d be gossiping with Ren the moment the door was closed, but that was common among the three.

Grian stood taller than Scar had seen, holding his wings behind his back with a tight yet regal look. He watched the door shut, then let out a long sigh. “Are they always like that?”

Scar laughed. “Gem and Martyn? Yes, they are.” He sat down, but Grian didn’t follow. “They’re good friends. I think they both started earlier this year. Or maybe last year. They’re good people.”

Grian moved for the first time, walking in a wide circle around the room. He smiled, watching the door with a satisfied expression. “I like them,” he said at last, finally sitting on their nest. He leaned into Scar’s side, purring softly. “They don’t listen.”

“They have strong ideas,” Scar defended, “That’s what makes a good soldier.”

Grian hummed. “Gem called me ‘your grace’,” He smiled. “That was neat.”

“It was,” Scar was proud of how respectfully she’d handled everything. “We’ll have to figure out your title. Where you fit in the castle, how much power you’ll hold, things like that.”

Grian’s eyes flashed with something, then he melted against Scar again. The presence in Scar’s head grew more comfortable, a soft buzzing settling down like a sleeping hummingbird. “What am I?” He asked, nuzzling into Scar. “To you?”

“To me?” Scar blinked. “Oh, I- uh-”

“I wanna hear it,” Grian purred, but there was a tenseness to his voice. “Please?”

Scar sighed, resting his head on Grian’s and melting into him. “You’re something entirely new,” He admitted, letting his eyes drift shut. He felt Grain against him, and the presence in his mind. “I’ve never had anything like this before, but I’d like to figure it out. With you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Scar could feel the vibration in Grian’s chest. “I may be interested. If you can convince me.”

Scar heard Bdubs talking about Martyn’s antics sometimes. The way he would flirt with Ren without flirting, using his wings and gifts to catch Ren’s attention. It was different than Grian’s touch-starved attention and his playful words, but it wasn’t unexpected. Scar let the avian explore Scar’s neck, throwing him down in the nest he made. He knew what cards to play, and Scar always liked games.

“Such a good Birdie, my mate,” Scar smiled at Grain’s squeak of excitement, “I’d like to court you. I want to take you home and give you the nicest nests, jewels, and foods. I wanna show you how good of a mate I can be, because you’ve been so sweet to me.”

Grian purred, curling into Scar’s body. His wings flapped happily, lifting them in the air and showing them off.

“Your wings are so beautiful,” Scar continued, “Such a pretty little bird, huh?”

Grian chirped happily. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” Scar laughed, kissing Grain’s forehead. “You’re the most beautiful avian anywhere. Probably the most beautiful man in all of Hermitopia.”

Grian’s laughed sounded dry, but he was still smiling. Scar wondered what the story was behind his misty eyes, but he’d learn it one day.

“And you’re so brave,” Scar went on, “I’ve never seen anyone be so strong after what you’ve been through today. Soon you’ll be back with your flock, and you’ve taken such good care of them too, haven’t you?”

The avian chirped in agreement.

“I bet you’d take care of a the kingdom just the same,” Scar went on. “You’d help me take care of my people. Our people. No more discrimination, no more danger? Would you like that, Grian? Would you take that responcibility?”

“Yes,” Grian agreed instantly, a bit more focus in his voice. “I want that. I want you.”

“Good,” Scar’s heart ached with happiness. “I want you too.”

“We’ve got your water!” Gem’s voice made Scar jump, but Grian simply looked up. “I even got some nice oils for you to try! They’re not the best, but they should help any irritation and growth.”

“Thank you,” Grian stood to meet her. He took the bucket to the middle of the room. He took the ‘less suitable’ blankets to use as a towl and stop the ground from getting wet. “Can you place the piles over there near my nest? I’ll decide what’s good and not after I’m done with this.”

“Of course, your grace,” Gem carefully picked up the blankets and pillows and put them at the foot of the bed. Martyn hadn’t come in, but Scar knew he was outside. “Is there anything else?”

“Fruit,” Scar remembered before Grian could say anything. Maybe he should have waited to see if he’d grown the confidence, but he couldn’t ignore the pride that filled his chest as Grian smiled shyly. “Do you know when that’s coming?”

Gem shook her head, “No, but I can check!” She offered.

“We’d appreciate that,” Grian purred. He’d put some oil or soap on the spunge,
making bubbles on it’s surface. He had one wing stretched out, and was smoothing over some of his feathers. “Maybe something more filling, too? Dinner isn’t for another couple hours.”

Gem nodded. “I can do that! Oh! And I know something else you’d like to hear!”

“Oh?” Scar pressed.

“Etho’s heard from Bdubs,” She said, “He’s returning with Sir Grian’s flock and awell respected doctor. He has the title, but he works as a vet to help hybrids, so Bdubs trusts him.”

“Amazing!” Scar clapped happily. “When will they be back?”

“Soon,” Gem assured him. “That’s all I know, I’m sorry. He was called to talk to Cub about something, who’s also coming back!”

Scar nodded. “Thank you, Gemini. You’ve done well today.”

Gem bowed respectfully. “Ren and I will get your food.”

“Bring extra,” Grian ordered. “I’m sure none of my flock has eaten today. I was supposed to bring back food.”

Gem bowed again before she left.

“Is that what you were caught stealing?” Scar asked after a moment of silence. “Food for your flock?”

Grian nodded sadly. “We’re all hybrids, so none of us can get any good jobs,” he explained, continuing to soothe his wings. “Mycelium is a bad place to live. Our house is horrible, and most of the food we get is moldy or expired.” He flicked his wing in example. “I just wanted to get Jimmy something for his birthday. Some fresh bread that would’ve been thrown away because it wasn’t bought the day it was made.”

Scar rose from the nest to sit on the blanket at Grian’s side. He knew wings were the most personal and private thing to an avian, so he sat a respectful distance away. “I’ll make sure he gets something nice.” It was the second time Grian had mentioned Jimmy by name. “Do you want to tell me about your flock?”

Grian smiled and moved closer to Scar. “Would you like to help?” He asked instead of answering. “It’s pretty simple, and I can’t reach everywhere.”

“If you’d be ok with it?” Scar’s voice trailed off in a question.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t,” Grian smiled kindly. “I’ll show you how.” His warm fingers brushed over Scar’s as he passed over the sponge. He guided them over Grian’s wings, which were longer than Scar thought they would be. Still, he knew they’d be soft with enough time. “Just brush the sponge over the feathers to get off the loose dirt, then we can go in like this,” Grian used his fingers to rub into his wings, dragging them down, and almost hissing at the dirt on his fingers. “They might need to be washed a couple of times.”

Scar moved slowly, following Grian’s movements. He was so focused on his action and not startling Grian that he almost missed it when Grian started talking again.

“For a while, it was just me, Jimmy, and Pearl,” He said, his voice quiet and sad. “Our parents left as soon as we didn’t need them, and we were left on our own.”

“I’m sorry,” Scar frowned.

Grian shrugged. “It was all I knew. I’m not upset. Anyway, a few years after that, we met Mumbo. He became my best friend, and he has been stuck with our flock ever since. He’s a vampire, so our house is the only place that’s safe for him.”

Scar hummed sympathetically. “He’ll be safe in our kingdom,” He promised.

Grain sighed happily, “He’s a good man. I promise you can trust him.”

“I already do,” Scar smiled. “Who else is there?”

“Tango.” Grian rolled his eyes. “He’s a Baze hybrid. Tec verity.”

Scar nodded thoughtfully. He had quite a few Blaze hybrids back home. He was sure Tango would fit in well.

“He’s Jimmy’s mate,” Grian explained, “Those have been inseparable since Tango joined. It’s so cute it's sickening.”

Scar laughed. “I think I’ll know the feeling,” He purred, leaning into Grian’s wing.

Grian scoffed, but he was smiling. “Alright, you,” He teased, pulling his wing away to slap Scar gently. “What about your flock? Or, what do Vexes call them?”

Scar shrugged. “Family. We don’t have any fancy name. Cub was the short man with black hair. He’s my adviser and my best friend. Then there’s Etho, the guard with the scars and mask. He’s Bdubs’ husband and mate, and the leader of the Guards. Bdubs is looking for your flock, he’s like a brother to me.”

Grian nodded, taking in the information expertly. Scar could see him in a council meeting, nodding before giving his answer. “I’ll remember that,” He said. “And the three guards? Martyn and Gem, and the other one?”

“Ren,” Scar explained. “Gem and Martyn are new guards, but Ren’s been training for this since he was a kid. He’s Etho’s second in command. The three of them became friends fast, and the others have a bet on how long it’ll take for Martyn and Ren to start courting.”

Grian giggled. “Really?” He asked, his voice light with humor.

“Oh yes,” Scar smiled, “When, who will start courting who, how long it’ll go before they become mates, mating or marriage, everything you can think of.”

“Do your people have nothing else to do?” Grian scoffed.

“Oh, they do,” Scar admitted, “But it’s fun! I have a few bits of gold on the line in a couple of those bets.”

“You don’t.” Grain laughed loudly. It was a beautiful, contagious sound.

“I do!” Scar said proudly.

Scar continued to clean Grain’s wings as food came. Grian ate with soft chirps and small twitches. He wondered how long it had been since he had food like this, but he wouldn’t have to wonder when the next time would be. It would be whenever Grian wanted.

It wasn’t much longer before someone knocked on the door, and Etho walked in with Bdubs at his side.

“They’re here?” Grian stood up, almost knocking over the king, still sitting on the floor.

Bdubs laughed, smacking his husband’s chest. “Yep! They’re outside!”

That was all the information Scar got before Grain darted toward the door and flung it open. There was a cheer of happiness from outside, at least four people making happy noises. Colors swirled around. Reds and golds and blacks as the people twirled.

The guards glanced inside for Scar’s approval before allowing the flock in. Scar was able to make out Tango first since his hair was made of fire. Then the avian with small, golden wings. That must be Jimmy, Grian’s brother. Another avian had dark brown wings, like her hair. She must be Pearl, meaning the last man with the grey skin, a lighter shade than Scar’s, was Mumbo.

“I can’t believe you’re safe!” The man, Scar assumed was Jimmy, chirping was piercing with his happiness. “We were so sure you were going to be executed!”

“I can’t believe you were caught!” Pearl slapped Grian’s head gently, “You know better!”

“There was a dog,” Grian argued, “How was I supposed to know it belonged to a guard?”

Pearl scoffed again. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, otherwise worse things would have happened!”

“Hey!” Grain rose his voice again, but was broken off by Mumbo’s crushing hug.

“I missed you so much!” The vampire was crying and clinging to Grian. “You’re so-I can’t- don’t ever do that again, Grian!” He sobbed.

“I missed you too, Mumbo,” Grian rested his head on his friend’s shoulder. Jimmy joined him again, also crying, and threw himself on top of the two.

“Have you eaten?” Asked the Blaze. He stood beside his mate, reaching out to hold Grian’s shoulder. “Did they treat you well? Your back looks awful!”

“Your back?” Jimmy pulled away, holding his hands to his face. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?

Mumbo didn’t let go, but he looked up at Grian with wide, fearful eyes.

“I’m fine now,” Grian explained. “Scar was helping me clean my wings, and we got some food a while ago.” He gestured to where the cart of food sat, still filled with fruits and bread. Grian had nibbled at them, but he hadn’t eaten nearly enough for Scar’s liking. It was a silent permission for the flock to eat, but no one moved yet.

“Helping you preen?” Mumbo pulled away, his voice high with shock. “Your wings?”

Grian laughed, nodding. “I have a crazy story to tell you,” He said, “But that can wait. For now, this is Scar, King of the Vex. And my Courtmen.”

“Grian!” Jimmy yelped, “You can’t-”

“You would,” Pearl sighed. “Oh, void, my brothers are morons.”

“Hey!” Jimmy turned to his sister, then seemed to notice Scar. “Grian, if he eats you, I’m going to laugh.”

Grian held up his hands, laughing louder.

Pearl lifted her wings and flapped them down. “No one is going to eat Grian!” She declared, “And no one is going to laugh. Tango, control your mate.”

“Hey!”

“He’s your brother,” Tango smirked.

“Hey!”

Grian rolled his eyes at Scar, a fond smile on his face. He led Mumbo to the cart before sitting beside Scar. He leaned on Scar’s side, letting out a satisfied sigh. He watched his flock settle, if that was the right word for their energy, around Grain’s makeshift nest on the floor. They each had fruit and some bread on a plate, then passed some to Grian. Scar would tell that they were filled with a respectable amount, but even as they ate, they kept eyeing the food, as if it would disappear.

Scar continued to clean Grian’s wings, smiling at the soft chuffs he breathed out. He let the conversation wash over him as time passed.

“How are things in Mycelium?” Grian asked eventually. There was an edge to his voice, like a toddler giving a code word before deciding he didn’t want to make it a secret. “Has food been ok? I’ve still got some money with the Fishermen.”

Pearl shook her head. “They decided to cancel everything after you were caught.” She said, “Everyone we had, it’s all gone.”

Grian grunted, looking away. “Fine,” His voice was filled with dry anger. “See if I care about those stupid fish.”

“We managed, though,” Tango offered, brightly optimistic, “We had a good store of food, and the chickens provided some food.” His voice trailed off, and Jimmy smiled sympathetically at his mate. He brushed a wing over Tango’s large shoulders, comforting the Blaze.

“I’m sorry, Tango,” Grian sighed, “I know you loved them.”

Tango shrugged again. “We needed food. There wasn’t much else we could do.”

Grian didn’t respond. Scar could feel him tensing at his side, looking at the floor with a solemn expression. He wrapped his arm around Grian’s shoulders for support, then looked up at Tango brightly.

“You raise animals?” He asked.

“I do,” Tango smiled. “Love them to bits.”

“You know, my old Rancher retired recently,” Scar explained, “I’ve been looking for a replacement.”

Jimmy responded first. He threw his arms around Tango with a joyful laugh. “My rancher,” He purred, rubbing his head into Tango’s jaw. The words sounded natural on Jimmy’s tongue, as if they had been a long joke between them.

Tango laughed with him, pulling the avian closer. He looked up at Scar with a wonderstruck expression, then sombered. “Only if Jimmy comes to.” He negotiated.

“Tango-”

“Of course!” Scar waved a hand. “I’ve already been working on places for everyone to stay. I won’t leave you here. It’s far too long of a trip, and I can’t have my Birdie be alone.”

Grian scoffed, but fell into Scar with a happy trill.

“All of us?” Pearl questioned, glancing sideways at Mumbo, who hadn’t spoken.

He was looking at the floor like it was the only thing he wouldn’t dirty with his vision. Scar could understand why, but he hated the reason. Vampires were seen as one of the most dangerous species of hybrids and were often chased out of the kingdoms. Mumbo must’ve stayed hidden for years, only coming out today when Grian needed him. If Scar were any other King, he’d report Mumbo and send him away. That would be seen as an act of mercy. But Scar was a Vex. Not only that, he was the King of the Vex. He knew what it meant to be violent, and the court today showed much more bloodthirsty than the shy vampire in front of him.

“All of you,” Scar confirmed, smiling at Mumbo. “I’ll make sure that you feel welcome and safe in your new home.”

Mumbo glanced up with another shy smile before retreating his gaze back to the floor.

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Three days later, there was an attack in the capital, led by Scar. Over a hundred people died, and the royal family that had foolishly welcomed them in and unknowingly gave Scar his most treasured gift died violently and slowly. And if the kingdom was short one less doctor as well, no one would bat an eye. Scar sat on the throne of silk and gold with a proud smile, a multi-colored feather tied behind his ear. A proud sign that Scar was a taken man. The giver of the feather sat beside Scar, in a smaller but equally expensive throne. His sister stood at his side, a proud guard. The rest of their flock was in various rooms in the castle, doing their own, less violent tasks. Scar’s soldiers still patrolled the streets, making sure they were safe for Scar’s Vexes to come and enjoy their new territory. The old inhibitors were still welcome, but they shook in fear as Scar looked over them. Most would leave the only place they’ve ever known, and Scar would send them out with a smile.

It had been three years since that day. Grian’s back was completely healed, and the whips barely left any scarring. His wings had grown large and vibrant as they became healthy, and Grian spent a lot of time flying over the kingdom he’d married into. The wedding happened late last year, while their mating ceremony was planned for next winter.

The flock settled well into their places. Jimmy joined his mate on the Ranch, and they were both ecstatic about working with animals. Pearl joined the guard. Ren had been happy to show her around, and Gem and Martyn caught her up quickly. Even Mumbo was happy, switching between alchemy and technical mechanics.

Scar lay in bed with Jellie on his chest as Grian landed on their balcony, back from visiting his brother, probably. Scar was half asleep as Grian climbed into their nest and pressed his head against the place where Scar’s jaw met his neck. He purred happily as he readjusted himself as well as he could with Jellie’s weight on his chest. Grian was trilling softly, smiling and blinking his dazling blask eyes as Scar fell asleep.

He dreamt of mountain air and a trove of treasure, his beautiful birdie waiting patiently for him to cuddle.