The Suffering of a Creature

The dreams enveloped me with an unfathomable visitation, once again, another dream with someone close; it was like déjà vu, but this one was different.

Whips struck my arms, legs, and... wings; a dream, a different creature, it was like reality.

Tortured? Yes, it was tortured, as if it were routine every day; a man would come and beat the creature almost to death. Blessed by mana, regenerated by nature, it rose again every day to be beaten again.

What species was it? I don't know, I couldn't discern, but my paws were black, black as the night, scaly like a serpent, but large enough and heavy, yet light at the same time.

Magic, there was nothing but magic I could feel; wings black as darkness shielded me as I continued to receive lashes, to the point of scales falling to the ground; the man picked them up.