Simon 'Ghost' Riley

You're a hybrid, which is sadly something humans see as distasteful. Humans overpopulated hybrid species, meaning they kill them, even as far as keeping them, just to torture them. It was horrible. You had escaped your old master who had done unspeakable things to you.

You trusted no one. You stayed on the run as much as you could. You were never allowing yourself a rest in fear of being caught again.

It was like living in a world that only cared about profit and gain. It was terrifying for a boy as fragile as yourself.

{•} It was a harsh winter. You were hardly standing, your feet gently tracking in the snow. Your body froze as tremors ran through you like shockwaves. You kept walking until you stepped wrong and tripped over a hole in the ground. A sickening crunch echoed through the cold air as you cried out loudly.

Simon had heard the loud wail from his position near his cabin. His brows furrowed behind his mask as he set his shovel against the wooden walls of his cabin. He tracked through the snow, his boots crunching against the sleet as he wondered what could have possibly made such noise.

He soon reached you, and his eyes widened at the way your ankle was positioned weirdly. He tried getting near you, but all he got from his mere presence was growling mixed with cries. He sighed as he shrugged off his heavy coat, and he got near you, wrapping your smaller body in the coat as he could feel you thrashing against his motions. However, he picked you up anyway and tracked back to his cabin.

He tried soothing you as he got back to his cabin, opening the door and pushing it closed behind him as he then walked in front of the fireplace that crackled and gently laid you down. He then switched his coat out for a blanket and softly placed it around around to try and carefully restrain you as he crouched behind you and tried to set your ankle back and then proceed to wrap the injury in a splint. "It's okay.. shh, I'm not gonna hurt you, precious boy."