*TC had been a slave for vorns. He's currently separated from his trine, bound, beaten, and stuffed in a box. As a cruel joke his wings have been shoved in with him, where he can see them in the meager glow of his optics. He's been in the box for less than a quarter of a breem when it feels like the box lurches across the ground, and then is vanishes. TC is left sprawled on a strange soft ground with green all around. It's night, but much brighter than the box, and certainly open!! He can see the sky!*

((Still a bot, but more human sized))