Selene (http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/Orochimaruangel/MoonAngel.jpg) stood at the South Gate, her body trembling while the wind picked up the strips of her black and white dress that still remained on her frame after her fall to sway in the breeze. Her quick-silver eyes, innocent in their appearance, landed upon each object, each tree and rock, gazing at them as though brand new to her. She trembled sightly and rubbed her arm while her ears rang with the words Michael had uttered as he cast her down from the heavens, the only home she had ever known.<br/><br/>She was to leave, to walk the world forsaken for the mistake of falling in love.<br/><br/>Almost instinctively, Selene flinched away from the remembered harshness of his words and wrapped her arms around her slim waist, tawny skin visible through the tares in her dress. Behind her white wings rose high above her head only to tuck close to her body in her insecurity, pure in color yet just as tattered as the remains of her dress.<br/><br/>The former lunar angel was pulled from her thoughts as she looked on as a young woman came into her sights making Selene stop in her tracks. Nibbling her bottom lip in a nervous habit, she watched as another stepped forward to greet her.