I Am The Star Of All Your NightMares

Transparent blue wing rustled as the small pitter-patter of children's feet reached his ears. Ryel opened a single blue eye, seeing a human child. Male, quite tall, looking about 9. He stood, gently taking flight. Ocean blue eyes saw the boy once more before he dove. Sharp rear claws pinned the boy. Ryel roared, the boys hair flying back. When he finally let the foolish child up, a bloody gash was on his arm. "I would love to see them slay me for that."

The boy ran back to the village. And before he knew it, Ryel saw men scouring around, looking for him. No one knew it was a Wyvern, but some unbearable monster.

All he wanted was privacy, and the little brats yelled and taunted him. Now, they were out to find and kill him.

MALE ELF WANTED. No other animals please.