Wings

-Found-

The day felt like it was going in slow motion.

Quill sat at his desk, slouched over with his head resting behind his arms, his attention focused on the clock above the door.

"Five more minuets..." He thought to himself as the seconds ticked away.

His tail coiled around the leg of his chair, the grip growing tighter and tighter as each tick of the clock ecchoed into his ears. His classmates were also growing restless, the purebred next to him tapping his horns with his sharp claws, soon syncing with the ticking clock.

"In conclusion.. The Three Kingdoms of early China were ruled by-" The teacher was cut off the ear peircing ring of the bell. The whole class shuffed around gathering their things and shoving them into their bags. Quill was the first one out of the classroom, everyone filtering out into the hallway behind him. He walked to his locker and diled in the code, as he swug it open, a hand flew past his face, hitting the locker with force.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't the little halfling." A low voice chuckled from behind him and Quill let out an anoyed sigh.

"Fuck off Malic." Quill snarled, slaming his locker shut.

Malic narrowed his eyes and his lip curled in frustration. He took off in one motion of with his wings and landed just ahead of Quill, stomping his foot and clacking thier horns together. Quill snarled and pushed Malic off of him.

"I said... FUCK. OFF." He stormed off out the front doors, Malic starring bullets into the back of his head.

Quill hopped onto his bike and sped out off the parking lot. The cold wind closed in around him, his only protection was his lether jacket. He rode for about 15 minuets before stopping at his usual spot, "The Forgotten Trail" as he called it. It was an old trail that cut through the woods and led to a small clearing sat right along the edge of the river. It was his safe place, his sanchuary, his escape from reality. He walked down the trail, hands shoved in his pockets. His breath was visible in the chill autumn air as he crested the hill leading down into the clearing, a lone stump in the center. He sat down and took a deep breath in, letting the pine air fill his lungs and the rushing water fill his ears. He froze, his eyes shot open as he examined his surroundings.

"Somthings not right... somthings different." He thought to himself.

He shot a glance toawrds th river, the scent came from over there. He cautiously crept over all while thinking to himself, "Whats this scent..?". It was new and unfimiliar, not like anyother mosnter or human... or animal. He stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened at what he saw before him. The bloody body lay still, the slight rising and falling from each slow breath the being took. The glistening feathers showing Quill's distorted reflection.

"Are those.....wings..?!"

Malic Kilworth:

Species- Demon

Rank- Common

Temperament- Agressive, Violent.

Other- As a purebred, Malic has many enhanced physical attributes. He also has the ability to hypnotize humans. He can't, however, hypnotize other monsters.