We Are Not Monsters

Captured

Topaz P. O. V (first person)

I groaned and sat up, looking around. I was in a medium sized wooden room with torches in each corner. There was nothing special about it, but I did take note of the door that was adjacent to me.
I attempted to get up, but a throbbing pain in my side prevented me to do so. I hissed in pain as I looked down to see gauze wrapped around my side.
Memories came flooding back. Having to flee...the arrow...crash landing......Zara.......Wait. Zara!
I immediately began to look around the room, trying desperately to find my younger sister. Where could they have taken her? I swear if they harmed her in any way I... I didn't know what I would do.
All I could do now is hope that she's alright since I am not in good shape to try and escape.
The door knob began to turn and I immediately flew up to one of the rafters and perched myself up there, trying not to be seen.
A man with brown shaggy hair and pale skin came in.
He was holding a plate of food and nearly dropped it when he noticed I wasn't there. I shifted my weight on the wood, causing it to creak. I froze.
He looked around before finally looking up. He saw me. Every single feather on my body stood on edge, and I opened my wings up menacingly.
That was when I noticed he wasn't human. His eyes were a deep shade of red and...were those ram horns?
Indeed, large brown horns that looked like they belonged to a ram curled around his ears. That would explain why his footsteps sounded like a horse. He probably had hooves as well.
He started when he saw me, then relaxed a little bit.
"I brought you food," he said, motioning to the plate of food in his hands.
I didn't reply, I just kept glaring at him.
"Wow. Your sister was so much more talkative than you."
My feathers ruffled at his words.
"She's really nice. And quite cute. It'd be a shame if something were to happen to her," he said with a smirk.
That was it. I came down from the rafters, landing on my feet.
"If you lay a finger on my sister, I swear I'll—"
"You'll what?" He asked.
"I'll claw your eyes out myself," I threatened.
He chuckled, "Really? I'd like to see you try."
I lashed out at him, slashing his cheek with my talons. He drew back in pain, nearly dropping the plate of food.
"Why you little—"
"Ashton!" Someone called.
I was instantly on the rafters again the moment he turned around. I folded my wings onto my back, interested to see what was happening.
A woman who looked quite human stepped in. She had long, dark, curly hair with dark skin. She was wearing a simple black shirt with brown trousers and black boots.
"Oh heeeeeey Brandy," the man — Ashton— said nervously.
"Why can't you just deliver people's food without making them mad at least once?" She asked.
"Hey! She attacked me!" He said as he pointed a finger up to where I was currently perched on the ceiling. I snorted.
The woman laughed, "And for good reason!"
Ashton mumbled something under his breath before setting the plate of food down and stomping out.
The woman (Brandy I think is what he called her) looked up at me and smiled,
"Don't worry about him. He's just a grouchy old goat. No pun intended." She was halfway out the door when she stopped,
"Oh, by the way, I like the whole 'not-wearing-a-shirt' thing. It looks good, and I frankly find it hot." She winked at me, before leaving.
Wait.
What.
What just happened.
I felt my face heating up and I shook my head, fluttering down from the ceiling to begin eating my food.