<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/--0-1-2-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Sanao<br/>Prince of Heavens<br/>Seraphrim Angel (Usually hides all but two of his wings within his form.)<br/><br/>Sanao was his father's greatest achievement. His father's pride and joy. The right hand of the heavens. This was a time of great need. Otherwise his youngest son would not be sent down to try and redeem the humans. He wore a band of silver around the dark strands of his hair. It symbolized his rank and heritage. He was flying overhead. Long strands flying behind him. He landed as did the other angels. Their wings fading. Well some of them. All but two of his wings went away. He was not too far from the inn. His last set of wings slowly retreated within his spine. He looked around. The light glistening and reflecting off of the silver band. He looks to the three other angels. "Father said for you to spread out. We meet back in the gardens when the job is done." He says. Walking forwards and turns to look at them. "Dyna...take the north. Myra...take the east. Neo...take the west. I'll take the south and we'll meet up by the morrow." he says softly. Though his words carried on the winds. His voice soft and beautiful. He had people staring as he passed. He headed towards the inn. He needed to arrange for a place to rest. As well as for some nourishment. Flying in the mortal realm brings hunger to oneself. He had never been down here. His older brother Jesus had but he hadn't. This was exciting and saddening...at the same time.