Harold Abernathy
The air sung through my large black wings as I shot through the campus, my keen eyes searching for that heathen, that snake, the insufferable wretch that had flung that blasted cat! I rubbed my cheek morosely. The claw marks had scabbed over, but my pride still stung. I glared down on the hall below as my gaze focused on the dark head of a tall boy and his shorter, blue-haired lackey.
There you are!
I snapped my wings to my side and streaked down to the floor below.
"RICHAAAARD!" Right before the moment of impact, my wings unfolded and I jerked to a sharp landing. The Vampire turned slowly, eyeing me callously.
"What is it."
I snapped my wings out to their full length, barely noticing the dismayed cries of the students as they narrowly avoided being poked in the eye with the sharp red talons at the end.
"You dare insult me with your flying cats? You...you radical! Well?!"
Richard fixed me with a piercing glare. He always was a hard one to cow. I puffed out my chest and glided towards him and his little blue minion. The little one was looking at me strangely. No doubt wondering at the excellence that was The Mighty Harold. He looked back up at his companion, who looked more than a little bored.
"Wow. He is super ticked at you."
Richard only replied with a cool
"Oh, really?"
I flapped my wings, lifting myself into the air in front of a window, the light shining magnificently on my scarlet hair, making the unruly blue stripe stand out even more. I pointed an imperious finger.
"Enough of this! PREPARE TO FACE MY ALMIGHTY WRATH, PEASANT!"
Well, now he at least didn't look bored, but I wasn't exactly shooting for angry either.
"Oh for heavens sake! Shut up, you delusional airbag!" He snapped.
I'll admit, I became a little less mighty after that; it had jarred me more than a little. (Note I only said a little less mighty.) I dropped back to the ground, blinking. Richard turned on his heel and stalked away, followed by Little Vamp Blue. I watched them go wordlessly.
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