A girl stepped out from the shadows. Thin and lithe human attire hugged her form. A white t-shirt, and stonewashed blue jeans, but bare feet, were the clothing she chose. She seemed unaffected by the cold, and gazed into the night, crystal blue eyes reflecting the falling snow.
She ruffled her great white wings, spreading them as if they had been flexed for a long time. As an angel, she played with a silver chain around her neck. It had three charms on it, first a cross, weaved and like lace. Second, the star of david, and lastly a cresent moon.
The angel sighed, and started to finger the cross on the chain. She was in the city, the yellow streetlamp turning her long silvery blonde hair a sickly gold.