<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/3923d063-2ff2-4da1-91ef-ffd8d2eb908c_zpsdf853441.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Nonomi<br/>16<br/>Moth Boy<br/>4' 5"<br/><br/>Nonomi was in his tiny moth sized form curled up on the pollen sacs of a desert flower. He slept peacefully until the sun began rising over the horizon of the desert sands. His antennas began twitching as the first rays of the morning sun fell into the petals of the cupped flower. His eyes slowly beginning to open. With the opening of his eyes came the realization of hunger to his form. He sat up slowly and stretched. Wings flexing out and closing a bit. He stood up on the pollen sack inside of the flower. Stretching his wings and fluttered himself up out of the flower. Slowly growing to the tiny human sized form he had. He stood there beside his flower home. Looking to the northern right in the direction of the Kokopelli tribe he visited sometimes. When everyone was sleeping. That was his tribe. He watched over them and liked them. Sometimes he would play with the children of that tribe. Most times he stayed out of their sights. He knew many had seen glimpses of him before.<br/><br/>He was a shy person and didn't talk much. His stomach growled and he loked around. Antennas twitching and bounced a bit before he flew up into the air. He began to seek out flowers that were not his home. Ending up some distance from the Kokopelli tribe that was well hidden by their natural surroundings. Landing besides a cactus with flower bloosoms. He stuck his face against the flower. His tongue darting in and beginning to lick up nectar. Unaware at first of the fact that white men were getting closer. His wings resting at ease on his back. He kept eating from the cactus flower. At least until he heard shouting. Turning and licked the nectar off his lips. His eyes going wide as he heard one of the men yell "INJUN!" He jumped sideways as he heard them say they were going to grab him and get the location of the tribe out of him.<br/><br/>He flew up some and avoided the lunging grab of the white man who ran smack into the spikey cactus. He hovered there as the men drew their guns. Those horrible horrible weapons which killed many natives without mercy. His eyes grew wide and fearful. They were going to try and make his Kokopelli tribe leave their land. They had been there for a very long time. He flew higher and began to get shot at. He flew and tried to dodge as many bullets as he could. Crying out in pain each time a bullet shot a hole through one of his delicate wings. He still flew as a bullet grazed deeply across his right side. He flew up higher into the sun so they would not be able to follow him. Wobbling as he flew far, far from the crazy evil white men who shot at him.<br/><br/>He began falling lower and wobbling as he struggled to maintain his flight. Spiraling out of control for a second before regaining wobbly balance. He flew a semi circle and then saw his Kokopelli tribes campsite not very far away. His blood trailing down his side and dripping onto the ground. He wore just a pair of pants. His eyes began drooping the closer he got to the tribe. Suddenly his wings could cooperate and fly no furhter. He began spiraling wildly out of control and crash landed outside the edge of the tribes campsite. His eyes closing as he laid their in a heap on his non injured side somewhat. His eyes closed as one wing lay limply on his back while the other laid over his arm limply. Both wings twitched and filled him with much pain as they moved. He was not yet unconscious and began praying to the spirits to help him. To provide him with help from the tribe he loved so much. Even as he sent his prayers to the spirits awareness slipped from his grasp before fading off altogether. There he laid hurt, bleeding, and unconscious.