There was a flash of pale, golden light in the afternoon sky. The silhouette of an angel silently lands on the ground with a slight wobble. Sapphire took in her surroundings whilst smoothing down her white dress. Today she was determined to find him and bring him back home somehow. But first, where was she? Blinking rapidly, she adjusted her eyes to the light and recognized that she was perched up on a hill and below her she could see the view of a city ahead of her. It looked so big... How could she find Tristan in a place so big? Heaving a sigh, Sapphire decided it was better starting nowhere than running around in circles. She takes one confident step forward...
"Waaah!!" In a tangle of limbs, hair and wings, Sapphire tumbles down, down, down to the bottom of the hill and finally stops at the bottom of the hill face-down in the grass.

Residing in a part of that same city, a heavy thud bounces off the walls of the ally way. Tristan draws the blade to his mouth, dragging his tongue against the sharp edge. Satisfied, he slides the dagger back in his sheath, tucking it into his pocket. He stares at the body bathing in it's own blood and nudges it with his foot. Yep. Definitely dead. He emerges from the darkness blinking the light away from his eyes. There was another presence he can sense; one that was awfully familiar and Tristan couldn't decide whether he should be irritated or, in some way or another, grateful. The former seems to be winning.

(Sorry if the replies are crumby... My muse is slowly seeping from my body.)

Leon

Her light had been the first thing had caught his eye, a brilliant scar of gold across the night sky just like before. That first gold one had appeared some time ago, and he had spent most nights looking out for it again. The whole city could see it, but couldn't explain what it was. That's when he first saw it. She was beautiful, without a doubt. Pale complexion, long flowing hair and her eyes glowed an odd purple colour. She looked... ethereal. She was taking in the sight of the city, and Leon was transfixed. Was he hallucinating? She clearly didn't come from the sky, she must have fallen out of a tree.

Then he saw them.

Pure white wings.

Was she an angel? What could she possibly be after, or doing? It must have been a costume. Leon climbed to his feet, out of his star-gazing position and start to walk along to greet her. Even if she was just some crazy cosplayer out in the middle of the night, she had seen that scar too right?

He was about to call out to her when she started to walk away, he watched as a step become a tumble, and a tumble turned into a violent cascade into the floor at the bottom of the hill. Her immediate reaction was tears, and upset. Leon sighed, rubbed his temple and slowly made his way towards her. With a gloved, outstretched hand he offered to pull her up.

"Don't just sit there and cry, I'm sure the wings aren't that damaged. They look so real. I'm Leon by the way" He said, giving her a large grin.

Hannah

The boys eyes are what had her interested at first, it was hard to be certain but she had sworn they had been glowing red. Upon getting closer, she had been correct. She had followed him through the city, almost certain he was aware of being followed. Covering her tracks had been risky. Backtracking through alleys and taking shortcuts to make sure she was never in plain sight of him. He may have been quick, and intelligent but he clearly didn't know the city as well as she did.

That's when she saw it happen. Physical dexterity and reactions unlike anything seen, the man was dead within seconds. She held her breath and backed further into her alley. The T-shape of the backstreets giving her protection. Thankfully, he hadn't seen or heard her. She peeked around, checking the coast was clear and investigated the body.She recognized him, he had been one of the thugs she had seen around town working as muscle for hire. Hell, she had been chased by him a few times. She picked out things she could use, a mobile phone, a wallet, his watch and anything of value. Then, she carefully vacated the scene herself, following the footsteps of the boy. She was five minutes behind him, and unsure which way he had gone, took a left. With the money from the wallet she was going to be able to pay for dinner, and give half her rent to the old landlord who came knocking around this time every month.

The thrill of survival in a modern metropolis.

In her state of despair, Sapphire had not noticed footsteps pressing towards her. When an ever so gentle voice spoke, her wings twitched stiff and her ears reddened. How embarrassing, she thought and lifted her face to reveal the watery violet eyes. Sapphire blinks a couple times against the light, her wings moving to shield her face as her eyes finally adjusted and focused on the hand held out for her. There was a long, awkward pause as she stared at the hand, slowly reaching out to take it.

The first thing she noticed was the texture. Besides the grass beneath her legs, the material felt foreign to her. Despite the fact that it was not her first time on Earth, the five senses that she experiences during her stay here never cease to fascinate her. She was like a mere child on her first few years living. Realizing that she still hasn't responded, Sapphire's cheeks redden and hastily pulls herself to her feet, "My name... Sapphire, and... they are real," her face morphs into a frown upon hearing her own voice again; in her ears it sounded high-pitched and surprisingly soft.

Sapphire tilts her head up to meet the eyes of her encounter and found herself captivated. His eyes were so blue - it was a nostalgic reminder of the Crystal Sea - and his hair against the moonlight seemed to glow. She tips her head to the side, her wings fluffing out behind her, expressing her internal curiosity.
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Tristan stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, walking around like nothing happened. In his left pocket his fingers wrap around the hilt of the knife has he crossed the street. Inside his mind was chaotic. All he can ever hear is the screaming, a loud crash as the support beam fell; the scorching heat intensifies. His head starts to throb and his eyes glow an eerie crimson red.

There had to be someone else he could feed off of. The thug from earlier did not satisfy his hunger. He shakes himself back to the surface of his consciousness, running a thumb over the sheath as he continued his walk

Since his decent, Tristan hardly ever sleeps, always wandering tirelessly around the city searching and finding nothing. When he did, he did succumb to sleep there were always nightmares and questions that haunted him. The morning would come and he would wake up more exhausted than if he were to stay up all night.