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Wemmbu - 8, a dragon hybrid born in the End dimension, his body temperature is always freezing cold.
Flame (short for flamefrags) - 12, a tiger hybrid born in the nether, he can control the temperature of his body, but only from a warm to boiling range.
Mane (short for manepear) - 15, a lion hybrid born in the overworld, he’s basically ALWAYS warm, and he can also change his body temperature to what he likes.
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In front of him were two hybrids, a lion hybrid and a tiger hybrid, quite terrifying. He nearly jumped out of his skin, they were strong and lean, and they could easily kill him!
“Who are you? And what are you doing in my base?”
…
Wemmbu wasn’t always like this— as in, he didn’t always live in the jungle without any shelter.
Before this, he used to live in a giant empire with his best friend, a siren prince. Until the prince's parents found out about the siren harboring him there, they got angry—resulting in them calling him ‘weak’ and kicking him out of their palace, he was offended to say the least.
Wemmbu was only 6. But even after they kicked him out, he would say he was doing perfectly fine living by himself in the jungle!
..
He wasn’t fine, his hair was matted and his once white and ironed fancy clothes were torn up with holes and dirty. He could barely hunt anything since there were hardly any animals in the forest. All he could really eat was fish, and the only shelter he had was sleeping under trees.
Wemmbu was limping through the forest hoping to find a simple chicken or cow to kill, when he came across a giant field.
For days, he’d wandered through the forest underneath the giant blazing sun and the freezing cold moon, it didn’t really matter tho since he was an Ender Dragon hybrid— and a demon? He was surviving on just fish and chicken alone, since they were quite easy to find. He’d woken up alone in the middle of the forest after getting kicked out with just three memories-
His name was Wemmbu— he was about 8 years old, and he used to live in an empire... right?
After hours of dragging himself and limping through the humid forest,
That was when he spotted it.
A massive treehouse stood, towering over every tree in the massive and infinite forest. So, the logical thing for him to do was steal from it, right?
And, he was so malnourished that you could see the bones popping out from where his ribs were! If he just took a tiny bit of food, surely that wouldn’t do any harm right?
Plus, just a few 600 blocks away, in the field surrounding it, the hybrids who lived in the house were away, sparring in the middle of the field. This was the good thing to do anyway, he was a starving demon with little to no food left in his tiny backpack. So, he approached the treehouse, lying low and hiding in bushes nearby to not draw any attention while they were fighting, and opened the door.
Wemmbu quietly stepped inside, it was massive! He carefully climbed the stairs, trying not to make a sound or step on any wood platform that would alert them.
No voices. No one even home. The only two living there were out in the humid heat.
Perfect.
Just a few floors up, he found three rooms, supposedly where they slept. There were three doors; the first led to a quite big bedroom that was outlined in red and black everywhere. The second was a giant bedroom, but it hardly had anything in it, just a few purple banners, he assumed it was a vacant bedroom, and the third? The third bedroom..
Wemmbu froze.
What the fuck?!
In the third bedroom was a massive king-size bed shaped into a cozy sphere, the walls were lined with orange banners with white claw marks, almost everywhere! And right next to the bed, by the walls, were tons of spears displayed on the walls, and tons and tons of shulkers that were packed with valuables and materials— golden apples, golden carrots, enchanted armor, weapons, ender pearls, materials that he used to find in the empire.
His eyes widened in disbelief, he was so excited! He hurriedly took everything he could and shoved it into his backpack. At the end, almost every shulker was empty, some were still quite full— but he could come back for them later. Right?..
Perfect.
He walked down each step, still cautious and wary, hoping they hadn’t come home yet, finally making it to the 1st floor.
But as soon turned the corner to leave—
A spear pressed right against his throat. Hard enough to draw just a prick of blood.
And that’s how we got here.
“Who are you. And what are you doing here?” The lion hybrid barked. He was strong and muscular, with fur that looked like a giant lion's mane, and a lion mask on his head, an orange blindfold over his face. He wore a black sleeveless top with gold chains hanging from his neck and on his arms. The guy wore an orange jacket around his waist with a belt and black yellow-tinted baggy pants. He had long blonde locs decorated with golden jewelry. And the most obvious feature was that he had a pair of fluffy ears and a giant tail.
Wemmbu was going to get eaten for sure.
“I—“ he couldn’t get the words out, they died in his throat. He hadn’t spoken for so long.
Oh fuck.
This guy gave off the aura of terrifying. Abruptly, another guy came up from behind the lion, he was smaller and younger for sure, but he was strong and lean, he had a black sleeveless shirt with a black and red jacket hanging off his shoulders. Right in the middle was a flame and he had black baggy jeans with flame patterns too, with a spiked belt, as well as a silver chain hanging from his neck and arms. He had dark brown locs also decorated with silver jewelry. They both looked equally as terrifying Wemmbu would say..
“Speak— now. And why is a tiny kid like you in the forest?” The other guy growled, clutching his sword by his side, pushing the other guy's spear closer to his neck.
All he could do was make a small squeak, he didn’t even notice he did, it came before he could stop it. How did that guy get here so fast? Wemmbu didn’t hear any footsteps, he was so quiet.
“Flame, be a little nicer to him— he’s just a child, and he looks severely malnourished”
“He tried stealing from us!” He boomed. See now Wemmbu had no idea what was going on, all he could do there was stand there like a helpless little kid.
“Why are you here? And why’re you stealing from us??” ‘Flames’ tone was a little softer now.
“Shel—terr.. ffoo-d” Gosh why was he talking like this, he sounded so pathetic.
“Shelter and food?” He questioned.
“Hahah! Flame you’re actually scared of this kid? One that can’t even talk! He’s cute.”
“What's your name?”
Wemmbu couldn’t speak, like at all. All he could do was make out tiny little noises like he was fragile (which he definitely was).
Him not being able to speak makes this way harder.
“Mane..”
“Maybe you could write it down? Or spell with your hands?”
Silence.
“..it doesn’t matter, you’re staying with us now!”
Now excuse me what? Since when were they gonna kidnap him! Surely he was gonna get eaten, Wemmbu pondered.
Then suddenly he’s lifted up into the air, he tries to squirm and fight back but it’s no use..
“What!!!?” See now this guy— ‘Flame’, was also as surprised, just like him!