Nuntis pov.
As I walked I looked up to where the Faery king lived with his daughter and wife. "The pricks" I mumble. They have it so easy. You know living in a city FULL of Faerys. When you shape-shift into a wolf you never seem to be welcome anywhere. I'm not a werewolf, people just use that as an insult. No I'm just a... well I'm not sure what I am. I walk to my home. It's more so an old abandon apartment building. As I walk into a broken window my waist coat gets stuck on a piece of glass. "Great" I say sarcastically to myself. I have a lot of bad luck but, one thing I find interesting about myself is my hair. It's like a light yellow, light green, light pink, light blue multi colour that flows down to my waist. I never understood why I had it. I never met my Dad and ran way from my Mother when I was 9 people think I dyed my hair but, truth be told it never touched any kind of dye.