Aesop

He dug himself out of the dirt and smelled the air. A creature, surely not a man, but not quite a beast rose his hand to the night sky as if escaping the soil that he slept in for the past decade. He shook his head like a dog cleaning itself then looked to the moon and stars like a portrait that changed it's colors every night. He was so old he couldn't remember his real name, or if he could he never told. He looked to be native American, and had wild hair on his hair and face, though his eyes were as blue as a clear day, their was something about his look that made him seem special, as if the last of something that no longer existed. He woke up and went slept on his own schedule with no rhythm or reason. He slept for 10 years here 30 there, never caring about what he remember, he was primal as an animal, but he remembered the necessity of others. Nothing moved him, the beast never wept for itself, it was what it was.

The creatures wild hair turned into feathers, his hands and feet extended then shrink . His body configured itself with the complexity of Rubik's cube, until the creature was no longer a man... he leapt into the air and flew off into the sky.