Fang sat on the beach, throwing rocks and watching them skip over the murky green water. He turned his head to sound of five pairs of fluttering wings behind him.
"We need your help."
"With what, Max?"
"To find him, Fang."
"Why? آپ except me to help after آپ haven't come in contact with me in three years? I don't think so."
"I wouldn't help if آپ were the last person on earth." Fang chuckled and stood up, turning to face Max. Her dirty blonde blew in the wind and her soft brown eyes studied Fang. Angel the youngest of the flock, knew what was about to happen, she quickly stood betwen them.
"Stop it!" Angel knew the violent and angry thoughts going through his head, and she wasn't about to let him say them. Not after they'd just met after three years of being apart.
"Fang, please?" Angel pulled softly on his hand, Fang looked down at her.
"No." He jerked his arm away and stepped back. .
"You can't be serious Fang! This is stupid!"
"I'm serious, oh this isn't stupid. You're just to blunt to see why I left." Fang smirked and flew off, leaving the sand flying up behind him
The flock before Fang left.