@-BeautifulRogue-
The unfamiliar male stood up from his crouched position in the middle of a grassy plain. A large circle of smushed grass surrounded, due to the impact of his rough landing earlier that he failed to see. When he stood up to his full stature, it was clear that he was slim yet still had some sort of muscle on his arms and stomach. He was 6"5 though his curly blonde-brown hair and soft cheeks made him look younger and innocent than he really was.
His outfit consisted of a black ripped shirt with the ACDC band logo, skinny black jeans and a pair of beat up black converse. A black trench coat covered his attire and his curly hair was in a sloppy bed-hair-like mess, draping over his unnaturally different colored eyes [1] – (the right eye was a mix of hazel & blue while the left was a pure green) – like a shaggy curtain.
Protruding from his shoulder blades and elegantly brushing against the ground were two large white feathered wings, though brownish feathers covered portions of the wings bottom half [2]. They looked delicate yet they were far from it, being sturdy and strong enough to feel like five tons of concrete if they were to hit you.
Although the Angel's wings were hard to miss, they would fade in and out from your vision; for only species with the strongest eyesight could see his wings clearly. Such as an Alpha breed.
The Angel would turn his head to look at you observantly at the sound of your voice, eyes flickering with wonder as he took in your true visage. “Ah, Hello. Sorry about the grass,” He apologized thinking that this was your territory. His voice was gravelly, yet calming; hinted with a small lisp and Australian accent due to the background of his vessel and the fact that he could not bare his true voice without injuring the creatures ears that stood before him.
