Serene sighed softly while he walked through the halls. The poor man did stand out quite a bit, even more so since he was barely clothed. His skin was pale, almost pale enough to see the blood moving through his veins, especially when the light flesh caught the sun just right. His long, flowing silver locks looked as if they weighed nothing, billowing around him with the slightest of winds, and lighting up with the colors of the rainbow when light touched. While his features were stunning, especially when one could catch a glance of the Caribbean-blue eyes, surrounded by thick, long black lashes, but his wings were the thing to catch many attention. The overall shape of the wings were that of an angel's wing, individual feathers making the wings, but the feathers were what made them so unique. Each feather was transparent, showing the ribbings that shaped the thin objects. The feathers, too, shimmered with rainbows at the sun's contact, fluttering with his hair, causing more attention than he ever wanted.
He closed his eyes for a moment before continuing forward. He really hated the strange looks.