york has a minion!

the Top Goose

warning: violence, child abuse, slavery

Not much is known about York's past before he was sold into slavery by a woman that found him when he was young. He was found along the outskirts of a small town somewhere in Europe when he was 5. York was never sure where it was exactly, everything looks the same to him. His mother--"Don't call me mother, you little monster."--raised him, well... she made sure he was fed and had a bed to sleep in, but all other parental interactions were sorely not there. In exchange, York--who never had a name, really, there was a slew of names they would call him, but nothing ever nice--would help around the fields. But he was small, smaller then the other children his age in the town, so while he tried his best, the manual labor was just too much for him at time.

His mother would berate him in a language he vaguely knew. He would steel his eyes and straighten his shoulders and finally yell back at her. That wasn't the last time he would do it either. After that his personality shifted, it had to if he wanted to survive in a world where people died every day. Through out the 4 years he remained with the woman, he grew more cocky, more rebellious, bored. He taught himself to fly actually, by doing what he observed the birds that lived in the oak try by his home, he threw himself off the roof of his home.

The few bruises he accumulated from the act vanished the next day to everyone's surprise, and that was enough to make the woman's decision.

Shortly later he was sold to a traveling caravan that passed through. York would stare at the woman is disbelief when he was handed over.

"B-but..." He couldn't think of anything to say. A snarl pulled at his lips, startling the woman who had never seen him like this. "I hope you die." After the words left his mouth, his world went dark.

Since York was not built for manual labor, which he was very thankful for because he hated it with a passion, he was groomed to be a pet, a toy, pretty much a pretty thing. He was in well off homes, the richest, and not a single inappropriate touch--because he learned to keep his mouth shut--until his owner died. But while his owner had been alive, he actually taught York things. He even let him choose his own name. He was taught how to fight, which greatly upset the son and his family. The son, York would scoff thinking back on it, he was the toxic sheep of the family.

The man, Sven, appreciated his quirky personality and even allowed him to back talk when no one else was in the house. After three years, when York was 12, he had learned to fly better, had learned to fight with a slew of weapons that Sven had in his weapons room, the old man had died.

So of course York went to the son, Emil. Long story short, York killed him, and his wife because the bitch was rancid.

York loomed over the fallen form of Emil, who stared up at him with a flurry or emotions before it settled on hatred. "I knew I should have killed you when father took you in. He was too blind to see that he was giving a monster too much power," Emil spat, struggling to push himself back up on bloody arms.

The slave tutted, grin pulling over his lips. "Well I'm glad you didn't, because I wouldn't have been able to do this," he lifted his own bleeding arm above his head. "Good bye you mangy piece of shit." Emil's skull caved in while York bludgeoned him to death, a laugh teetering off his tongue as he pulled the bloody, spiked mace up. His beloved Sasha.

York grew bored. He grew bored of this life over the next 5 years.

That was until he met him. Another with wings sprouting from his back.

"Today's your lucky day!" York extended a hand to the feathered lump on the floor. "How about a breakout? This place kinda sucks and it's boring here. Plus you're kinda hot."

They took to the skies and decided that no one else would take away their freedom. Instead, they took from everyone. York no longer had empathy for those on the ground. When people would see their trusty airship, The Albatross, in the distance, they hid away in their homes.

Goose, the captain, and York, the ever so loyal 2nd in command. Along with their crew, nothing could stop them.


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