Alexander was his true name, though the name he preferred was shorter, Alec. His punishment would be a millennium on Earth, and though he could keep his wings, they wouldn't be functional. He was thin, with angular features and fairly tall, standing around six feet. Golden hair sat atop his head, halfway hiding the cold blue eyes that were staring at the angel giving him his sentence. Then, all of a sudden, the sensation of falling, falling, and his wings wouldn't snap open to save him. He opened his eyes, looking around and seeing trees, and beings all around him. The mortals wouldn't see his wings, they ignored the divine even though it was right in front of them. He had been given a pair of jeans and light t-shirt, so as not to be thrown into jail for public nudity but it was clear he was uncomfortable in them.
He was lucky that it was spring, many were dropped in winter and barely survived, but he kicked his shoes off, preferring to walk barefoot, a clear sign he was angelic to those who knew the signs. He looked around, confused as to what he should be doing and what he would do for a millennium. He found a park, and seeing signs he had come to the conclusion he had been dropped in New York City, the largest in the US, he thought. It also had the highest demon population in the eastern hemisphere, seeing as a lot dressed like humans and went on like mortals, rarely giving in to their true nature.
His body was toned, though not overly muscular, and he didn't look out of place to the mortals, though any supernatural being would detect his discomfort immediately. He found a spot in the grass and laid there, hands folded under his head, looking up into the sky, seemingly lost in thought. He didn't move for hours, and when the sun went down he fell asleep, the first time he had ever needed sleep.
He was lucky that it was spring, many were dropped in winter and barely survived, but he kicked his shoes off, preferring to walk barefoot, a clear sign he was angelic to those who knew the signs. He looked around, confused as to what he should be doing and what he would do for a millennium. He found a park, and seeing signs he had come to the conclusion he had been dropped in New York City, the largest in the US, he thought. It also had the highest demon population in the eastern hemisphere, seeing as a lot dressed like humans and went on like mortals, rarely giving in to their true nature.
His body was toned, though not overly muscular, and he didn't look out of place to the mortals, though any supernatural being would detect his discomfort immediately. He found a spot in the grass and laid there, hands folded under his head, looking up into the sky, seemingly lost in thought. He didn't move for hours, and when the sun went down he fell asleep, the first time he had ever needed sleep.