Answer:
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.