Yosei Tamashi, a fascinating person. He was a fairy, not like Tinkerbell, or like sleeping beauty, but more like King.
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I made up Yosei before seeing Seven Deadly Sins, and when I saw it I was like "well shit." so if they have similarities don't give me a crap about it ok? now back to the story.
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our story takes place in a small town called Pyre. a wonderful little forest village on the side of a lonely mountain, unfortunately, children seemed to go missing up there, but, the villagers had put up warning signs and barriers, so whoever went missing up there, did it of their own volition. Yosei wasn't an official citizen, but, the townsfolk accepted him as one of their own. he lived in the attic of one of the inns, quite cozy and away from people who'd try and hurt him. th innkeeper, a man named Baard had happily invited him in, his only terms were that he was not to disturb guests, current or potential. so he did just that, Yosei slept in the cozy attic area, strewn about were assortments of odds and ends, things the fairy Spirit hybrid had gathered. ranging from small broken Arrowheads to a few rusty Shields, he even had a couple of paintings up there, those he had bought from a merchant who passed through every so often.
This merchant's name was Thom, he was a bright and charismatic man, who always came through the town on the summer solstice, he had good intentions and sold at good prices. And he never turned down a party or two. all in all, Yosei considered him to be a good man.
Yosei floated through the window of his attic room, his blue sweater shedding dust from his nap. he sat cross-legged on the handle of his spear, making it seem as if he were riding it. He floated calmly to eye level, and through the air returning assorted greetings and welcomes from the townspeople he passed. He hovered down, approaching a tavern, and the door opened with no visible force.
"Good afternoon Yosei!" the barkeeper said as the fairy boy as he floated in. Yosei got off his spear as it floats to the ceiling, he walks up happily and hops up on a stool. "hey Borson, you know what want." He said rubbing his eyes, he was still a bit sleepy from his late morning nap.305Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGMDvZHA0xU
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