@Skyswimsky From a distance, the figure washed up on the island's shore probably looked like a large bird of some kind. Two large, white and brown-freckled wings were spread out, sopping with seawater and soiled with seaweed and sand. The wings, which seemed a bit uneven, sprouted from not the similarly feathered body of a bird, but a darkly tanned human. Well, humanoid, anyway. The being seemed altogether too slight for any normal human race; toe to top of head, he could hot have been more than five feet tall, if that. A thumb and forefinger could easily be made to fit around his wrists, elbows, and other joints gave the impression of a form altogether too frailly reminiscent of the narrow, hollow bones of avian species. Even his face was sharp-featured and thin, topped with a shock of longish, white hair of the same brown-flecked pattern as his wings. Hidden in the hair, two ears as long as an adult's hand stretched out. He was dressed in what must have once been clothes of some strange fashion, which the sea or something else had torn to rags, except for the leathery belt across his hips, which still held fast to an empty sword-sheath. He lay motionless, except for the faint movements of unconscious breathing, among the other driftwood the tide had brought in; logs, clumps of seaweed, stones, and shells. The sun was rising over the beach, slowly and steadily spreading its light over the unconscious wretch and the only part of this relatively small island that could pass for a rambling wilderness; a two-kilometer stretch of forest what took up the southern quarter of the island, ending in mostly rock-and-sand beaches. Shadows from the trees stretched out as movement began in the village on the other side of the woods as people stirred to wakefulness.