- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- New York
desertpaladin
Flint sighed as he flew forward through the mass of trees that was the fairy's city, holding in his hands many seeds and things he had gone to gather outside of the city for his father. Well the man wasn't really his father... he couldn't be... since his father was a fairy and he was a... "Monster!" some woman screamed as she threw a berry upside his head, it collided hard and splattered all over his face and torso. He looked in the direction of the woman who floated there hands on her hips. She was a middle aged fairy, and he knew her... once when he was 5 he had flapped his wings to much and set ablaze to her shop. "Put those wings out you demon!" another called from behind her, a kid of hers... he was a young one and before anyone else could throw anything Flint hurried to the ground turning his wings, which were small wings made form fire off so that he stood there on the forrest bottom. he looked up at them and they hufed back into the shop. Sadly flint kept on walking. He brushed back some brown hair as his unusual colored eyes looked at the path in front of him. He was unlike most other fire pixies since his eyes were a forrest green instead of fire red, and his hair brown instead of pitch black. His body was slender, but rather athletic looking with muscles popping out here and there. He wore a shirt made of dead leaves, since all the live ones were used by fairies, and some pants made from the same. Sighing he walked the rest of the way before flying up to his father's hut, placing the seeds down inside before he sat down in a chair with a sigh. his father was not home at the moment which was kind of bad... he knew there would be no one to protect him if kids decided to come by and pick on him.
Flint sighed as he flew forward through the mass of trees that was the fairy's city, holding in his hands many seeds and things he had gone to gather outside of the city for his father. Well the man wasn't really his father... he couldn't be... since his father was a fairy and he was a... "Monster!" some woman screamed as she threw a berry upside his head, it collided hard and splattered all over his face and torso. He looked in the direction of the woman who floated there hands on her hips. She was a middle aged fairy, and he knew her... once when he was 5 he had flapped his wings to much and set ablaze to her shop. "Put those wings out you demon!" another called from behind her, a kid of hers... he was a young one and before anyone else could throw anything Flint hurried to the ground turning his wings, which were small wings made form fire off so that he stood there on the forrest bottom. he looked up at them and they hufed back into the shop. Sadly flint kept on walking. He brushed back some brown hair as his unusual colored eyes looked at the path in front of him. He was unlike most other fire pixies since his eyes were a forrest green instead of fire red, and his hair brown instead of pitch black. His body was slender, but rather athletic looking with muscles popping out here and there. He wore a shirt made of dead leaves, since all the live ones were used by fairies, and some pants made from the same. Sighing he walked the rest of the way before flying up to his father's hut, placing the seeds down inside before he sat down in a chair with a sigh. his father was not home at the moment which was kind of bad... he knew there would be no one to protect him if kids decided to come by and pick on him.