<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">the prince of fairies has been in a long fight with some demon entities. the aftermath of this long fight is a broken wing and major but not life threatening injuries. Another wing having a lightning bolt hole through it. Staggering and stumbling in his four inch form the fairy prince ends up outside in the mortal realm. the only way back is a true fairy ring but most are destroyed by humankind. He ends up on the windowsill of a woman's window. passing out there from his injuries.</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/blueguysprawledwithstaff.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Fairy Prince<br/>Naviru "Navi" Leodis<br/>Appears 18 in human years<br/>*Has four inch form<br/>*Has six feet three inches human form<br/><br/>~Prior to the next day.~<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Naviru was in the fae realm. Fighting on Irish land. He lived in Ireland even in the fairy realms. He currently was the only one remaining of the small army sent to take on the demonic beasts trying to infiltrate the fairy kingdom. One arm broken and hanging limp from the shoulder socket down. He had a limply hanging left wing and both had smoking holes from lightning bolts in various places. He was panting from the pain he was feeling shooting through his entire body. His rapier in his one hand still slashing through the air. His four inches against at least a two feet demonic creature. He forms firey lightning all around his rapier. Yelling out. "FIREBOLT!" Bolts of fire and lightning shot through three of the creatures. The remaining one running off injured badly.<br/><br/>The storm raging around him made it even harder for him to see. Pain blinding him on the inside. Heavy down pouring rain blinding him on the outside. He flew hard as him limply hovering form could go. The heavy wind thrashing him around. He blindly flew in the direction he thought was home. Which actually resulted in him accidently going through a weakness in the veil seperating the fae world from the mortal world. He continued to fly. Pain lancing through him and causing him having a hard time breathing. The wind launched him through the air and tossed him this way and that way. The storm howling around him when with a loud *THUNK* he hit the glass of a woman's cabin window. Landing on the two inch window sill and passes out.</span><br/><br/>~The next morning~<br/><br/>Naviru lay on the window sill with morning dew dripping down all around him. His form limp and not having moved. He was out cold at the moment yet in plain enough view. The woman would be able to see the tiny form garbed in gold hemmed emerald green tunic and pants. Dark blueish strands laying about his face. A pointy stick of a rapier that was about the size of a sewing needle laying beside the hand that had held it. His hair plastered to his features from the rain still keeping it a bit damp. The wind just a faint breeze now. The storm having long since passed.