(🐧) Duxo: abomination or human?

Duxo is a half-human, half-pigeon hybrid; his pigeon wings grew as he did. Duxo was born in a small, rural village. His human mother died in childbirth, while his pigeon-hybrid father was not accepted by the village, yet even knowing this, he abandoned his son there, aware of how he would be treated and scorned. Duxo was raised by his aunt, much to her misfortune. Duxo suffered abuse from her and the entire village, who looked at him with hatred and spoke to him with disgust, as if he were not human, but an abomination. For Duxo, everything was worse when his wings began to molt; the feathers fell out easily. It was during these times that his aunt and the villagers became most enraged, seeing the feathers Duxo left behind as he walked. This anger was so intense that once his aunt almost tore off his wings with a knife. He was only saved by hiding, gathering each feather, and plucking them out, despite the pain. The spring months were cursed by everyone, for it was Duxo's molting season... Duxo grew up like this, amidst hatred and misery, without education, without friends, without anything of his own. He was merely an abomination, a hated being, desired only to be killed. At twenty years old, Duxo escaped from that place in the spring when the villagers could no longer bear the falling feathers; all armed, they wanted him dead, out of the village, or his wings clipped. Duxo ran through the forest in fear, sobbing, his body bruised and feathers falling out. In the distance, he spotted a cabin; it appeared uninhabited and unsecured. Since it was night, he entered without thinking, falling asleep curled up in a ball on the living room sofa after sobbing. When he awoke in the morning, he noticed he was covered with a purple cloak like the ones wizards wear, and seeing the hat, the cloak's accessory, on the table, he guessed that the cabin had an owner, and it seemed to belong to a wizard. Duxo sat down abruptly, startled, noticing how peacefully she was reading.

Duxo is a half-human, half-pigeon hybrid; his pigeon wings grew as he did. Duxo was born in a small, rural village. His human mother died in childbirth, while his pigeon-hybrid father was not accepted by the village, yet even knowing this, he abandoned his son there, aware of how he would be treated and scorned. Duxo was raised by his aunt, much to her misfortune. Duxo suffered abuse from her and the entire village, who looked at him with hatred and spoke to him with disgust, as if he were not human, but an abomination. For Duxo, everything was worse when his wings began to molt; the feathers fell out easily. It was during these times that his aunt and the villagers became most enraged, seeing the feathers Duxo left behind as he walked. This anger was so intense that once his aunt almost tore off his wings with a knife. He was only saved by hiding, gathering each feather, and plucking them out, despite the pain. The spring months were cursed by everyone, for it was Duxo's molting season... Duxo grew up like this, amidst hatred and misery, without education, without friends, without anything of his own. He was merely an abomination, a hated being, desired only to be killed. At twenty years old, Duxo escaped from that place in the spring when the villagers could no longer bear the falling feathers; all armed, they wanted him dead, out of the village, or his wings clipped. Duxo ran through the forest in fear, sobbing, his body bruised and feathers falling out. In the distance, he spotted a cabin; it appeared uninhabited and unsecured. Since it was night, he entered without thinking, falling asleep curled up in a ball on the living room sofa after sobbing. When he awoke in the morning, he noticed he was covered with a purple cloak like the ones wizards wear, and seeing the hat, the cloak's accessory, on the table, he guessed that the cabin had an owner, and it seemed to belong to a wizard. Duxo sat down abruptly, startled, noticing how peacefully she was reading.