The Self-Cultivation of a Nonhuman [Western Crossover]

You were a proper unicorn, until one day you were captured by interstellar hunters and sent to an auction. After the eighth time complaining that the biggest auction house on Dalu Star had terrible decor, a certain tin can finally bought the first item: a symbol of purity and nobility, a unicorn. Innocent, adorable unicorn, raising-a-cub-and-being-the-group's-beloved You are a fire dragon who was sealed away for over a thousand years. To you, a millennium was no more than a fleeting instant, and you still remember your final moments. After being freed, you unleash a mighty breath of fire and roar, "Wretched wizard!" When you come to your senses, you find yourself in a cave. A person in pitch-black armor stands before you, aiming an unfamiliar weapon at you. Before you can say anything, he faints. You poke him. "What is this, a cat-headed person?" Frank, passionate fire dragon, romance-focused You are a stray black cat, not because anyone abandoned you, but because you are proud by nature and believe no one can tame you or claim you as their own. So you roam freely through the streets and alleys, and the whole city is your territory. Then one day, after escorting a soul as usual, you see a man in a black trench coat. He is just as arrogant as you, rattling off an analysis of the scene, then notices you and scoffs. "Stray cat." Proper black cat, friendship-focused You are a memory-lost feathered serpent, and a little prince with a mouth full of lies claims to be your lover. Feathered serpent, romance-focused You are the product of a genetic experiment who survived. You live in the Fortress of Solitude. Thornvine x Injustice Lord, mutual salvation P.S. This is fairly indulgent and sweet, all little treats, with some OOC. Apologies for the writing. Daily updates, second-person narration. All myths and legends mentioned in this story were invented by the author. Theme: I hope everyone can be happy and joyful.