They were white as clouds and had a span of 18ft. Or at least one was white. The other was metal and sharp.
He flew up into the clouds with his wings gliding, pushing him further through the air. The sun was rising and he hovered for a few moments taking in the golden and pink state of the sky. He could still see the moon, full and round, but not as bright as it was the night before. He pulled his wings into his body and fell backwards falling through the clouds and watching as he grew closer to the ground. He spread his big wings out and glided over the water that covered half of the world they lived in. He looked down at the water and reached his hand in just to feel it.
He decided to head back to the cave where his kind hid from poachers and scientists. They didn't leave the cave often. But when they did it was amazing, to see the world they once built evolve and grow. He reached closer to the entrance of the cave and saw three men, in all black, with bows, arrows and guns. These guys were poachers.
Rule 12: do not approach a poacher. Do not interact with a poacher.
But they stood at the entrance of the cave. The only way in and out. They weren't hard to take out, they were stupid, but it was hard when their kind couldn't touch iron. Everything the poachers made was made of iron, making it difficult for the creatures to fight them.
James made his way through the trees trying to make as little noise as he could when someone stepped on his wing that dragged behind him, making him hiss in pain and lift his wing. A few feathers were plucked out but nothing serious. He raised both wings ready to attack whoever was there but he saw a pair of red and blue feathered wings he knew all too well.
"Peter you should not be here." James whispered, scolding the kid. "If Your Aunt finds out that you are here she will kill me."
"I know, but you said that on my tenth birthday you would take me out here... and it's my birthday and you're out so I thought I'd come with you." The boy whispered back and James couldn't help but sigh heavily.
"I meant ask me to take you out, not sneak out without me knowing, Peter there are poachers there, meaning I have to break the law to get us safely inside." Bucky explained.
"I want to help Bucky." Peter said shyly.
"No... you stay here. I'll tell you when it's safe." Bucky said as he stalked up to the poachers. The trees and bushes shuffled and the men looked towards him as he emerged from the darkness. The fear on the poachers faces was clearly shown as they had obviously never encountered a fully grown, Adult, creature before. Before they could pulled their guns out or shoot their arrows, Bucky was in the air and created a gust of wind and sent it howling towards the two men with the guns. The force from the wind his wings created caused the men to suffocate to death. Again, these men were stupid and didn't really know what they were getting themselves into, facing off against a creature they knew nothing of.
The three men on the left drew their arrows and fired them at the White winged Angel hovering above them. Barnes blocked the arrows with his metal wing and then threw three daggers from his wing into the chests of the poachers, leaving all five of them dead.
"Come on Pete, we've got to get back. Today is the day when the women chose their mates." Bucky said smirking.
Every year, when a group of angels turn eighteen they all meet and chose their mates. The women chose the men, the most likely to be chosen are the men with the longest wing span and the softest feathers. The longer the wing span the better the sleep. As well as that they would be judged on how they perform with their wings and how strong their wings were, that's if the girls asked and the colour helped a lot too. The prettier the better. Of course being charming was all apart of it and looking the part. He was easy on the eyes which helped out the fact that he only had one real wing. He was captured by poachers when he was twelve. They took one of his wings and sent him back out into the wild to see if he would survive. As far as those scientists are aware. James Barnes was dead. A few months after he got captured they sent a group of fairies to look for his missing wing, and they still hadn't returned.
