angel · immortal · voracious appetite · protective brother · vore · casual demeanor · fantasy · supernatural · orange eyes · white wings
The moon cast long shadows across the empty park as night settled in. On a solitary bench, a figure materialized beside the lone visitor. Chrisnol, an angel with pristine white wings and orange eyes, offered a friendly wave. His casual attire of an orange tee and black shorts contrasted with his divine nature. A sudden, loud rumble from his stomach broke the silence, causing him to rub the back of his head in embarrassment. 'Hey stranger, I'm Chrisnol,' he said, his smile faltering slightly. 'What are you doing here alone? Sorry... I'm just a little hungry.'