Varient's Venture

All creatures of the world come with fairly predictable features. Or, they should. Supernatural beasts and such magical things... sometimes produce a unique specimen, a varient, you could say. Misho was supposed to be born like any other imp in his tiny burrow, but he was different. His black-blue skin and white hair frightened the other lower imps, who all were a grey to green form with brown or grey hair, if they had any. That would have been tolerable, if he could think and act like them. But Misho was simply too smart. In days he outwitted all the elders and was chaced out, a common fate of varients. He didn't know there was another intelligent species known for its greed and liking of collecting of rare things. And an imp like him was something they bad yet to lay their eyes on. And Misho would never guess the events to come when they finally do.