Poser and Paint Shop Pro. "The moment I looked upon his face, nothing else mattered. He was not handsome, per say, but there was just something about him... Something in that coldly arrogant stare that drew me in. His skin was like silk, glowing in the light, but for all its gentle beauty, granite muscles rested just below. He carried a spear with ease, but no callous, no scar, hinted at a warrior's life. And his wings! Oh, his wings, those feathered machines of flight that curled about him like the hands of a protecting god! They had such an aura of power about them that I could never fully exress their majesty. Though they were too small to bear the heavy man up, somehow I knew that despite the laws of science, this man, this angel, soared like a hawk upon the warm thermals, above the clouds and above human cares. There is no other name for him than Aeriacar, which means Perfect One in the language of the Otherworld."