It had been two weeks since they’d taken him off of the streets, dragging him kicking and screaming away from Pearl and Jimmy and Martyn and BigB, binding his wings and forcing him to be their personal servant and punching bag. And yeah, being homeless and not knowing whether you’d survive the night was bad. But at least he was free! He could spread his wings as much as he wanted, he could move around without at least two pairs of eyes on him, he wasn’t chained in a freezing dark basement when he wasn’t wanted.
Needless to say, he was not happy about these conditions.
Or,
fantasy au desertduo where Scar is the king and Grian is the watcher's newest servant