"Dragons." The young bear almost spat out the word as he spoke. His eyes were cold as his ears go back lightly. "The worst creatures of all..." He turned to the human who questioned him. A young lad, even younger than himself, with dark blue hair and vibrant orange eyes. His hair was styled in such a way that it was longer to one side then the other. Despite it being mid-summer out the guy wore a jacket and a scarf, almost as if he was used to being hotter. The bear shifted uncomfortably, they didn't get many humans around these parts and when they did, it always meant trouble.
"You see there are three kinds of people if you could call us all that," He started back up. "There are Human, Anthorphorms, and Mythicals." He looked down into his cup as if he was envisioning the people. "Humans are the lovely creatures that they are don't like the idea of being the only creatures that have a “human” way of thinking and life. So, they try to segregate against the Anthrophorms, or Anthros as they call some of us." He looked back up to the human, "As for the Mythicals-" "The humans fully outlawed them," The man interrupted. the bear flinched lightly, he wasn't expecting a human to know about Mythicals, many don't. The blue-haired lad started back up, "the few humans that know about them see them as savages. Not caring about life, they lived before." The bear looked confused, "Before? I mean there isn't a way for them to even get remotely close to the cities, right?"
The human laughed, "You see that is where you Anthros and human’s knowledge fades. Mythicals do stay feral for a lot of their lives, yes, but some don't have a feral state. Mythicals have a huge range going from the dreaded dragons to the beloved Angles." The bear looked shocked, "Wait religious crap like that is real?" The human laughed, "Oh gods no, at least not in that way at all. The Angles are just human-like beings with great powers and mighty wings. They have a hierarchy that is disgusting, treating some as slaves because they are deemed weaker as children. Weirdly, the Mythicals people praise are the most savage of all." The guy orders a drink, a honey Jack Daniels. The bear finally spoke what was on his mind, "Then what are the dragons like?" He stops mid drink and sets it down with a harsh gulp.
“They are worse." His tone was a lot more serious and darker. He didn’t touchback on the subject as he changes it. "Feral Mythicals, they can shift into three forms, they can look like their normal selves, or they can look like Anthos or Humans." The bear coughed as he was mid drink when he said this, "W-what?" He nodded, "Yeah that is how most people react. Yeah, the local government allows Mythicals. They just must live never showing the public their true forms. They can shift between their Human and Anthros, but they can never show their true forms or their powers out in the eyes of others." The bear looks down at his cup. "So, some Mythicals want to live normal lives?"
The human nods, "Yup, sadly their kind doesn't work like that. You see if Mythicals stay out of their true form for too long they will end up going true feral, something they normally wouldn't do. This true feral state is when they lose full control over themselves and end up going into their feral state and well acting like a beast." The Anthro looked down then to the human, "Then, it isn't the Mythicals' fault? They can't control when they lose it. It just happens because humans restrict them?"
The human nods. The bear mind has several questions but before he could get any words out the human spoke again. "Now good sir back to my first question. Have you seen any Mythicals around here if so what kind?" The human's eyes were now piercing as if they stared straight into his soul. He felt a shiver down his spine. He had seen one dragon, yes but he has seen more, "Well besides the dragons... I have seen a couple of Anthros go 'Savage'." He couldn't believe what he was saying. His father was one of the ones to go, Savage, there is no way.
“Savage….” The human glared over at the bear. His piercing orange eyes felt like they were seeing through his very being. They burned like magic making the bear wanting to jump into a bush and scream. The human’s voice spat it out like he hated the word. The bear then wondered if the human was a human at all with eyes like that.
With that the human gets up, "Can you gather a list of names for me? Of the people who went savage. I promise you; they won't be harmed. It's for their own safety." The bear nodded and the human started to leave, "Wait, my name is Fred, Fred Cannon. What is yours?" The human paused and looked back with those wild eyes, "Dragon. Dragon Woodlock." And with that, he was gone. The bear was left alone to drink again...
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