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The angel swooped down, folding his large white wings neatly behind his back as his feet touched the rooftop. His eyes, thin slits with the palest blue irises, surveyed the streets below him. He was quite a tall figure, with an ethereal quality to him, as was fitting for his species. He carried himself with otherworldly grace, and even when walking on the ground like a human, his gait had a hard to place quality that seemed to lend the angel with an extraordinary dignity. Some found it intimidating.
His hair was long, but it was tied back in a simple ponytail, so it would not be a nuisance. His skin a pale, almost bluish hue. When he spoke, his voice was surprisingly deep, but yet also soft at the same time.
Where are they? The angel thought to himself.
He was to find and discipline two mischievous imps who had been behind various troublemaking in the city, but they were sneaky little things who had so far managed to elude him. The angel's pale eyes stopped when he spotted someone who also appeared to be looking for something and took off again, his feathery wings unfolding with a loud flap, and moments later he stood in front of the person who seemed to resemble a dragon type creature. A human might have been shaken, but Ed (he called himself Ed, as his true name was not so easy to pronounce) had seen far more unusual creatures in his many years.
"Have you seen two imps nearby?" He asked, in a straightforward way, never being one to mince his words or hide his resolve. Deception was not something angels were good at, nor did they care to employ it.