How would you describe these wings?
 

Skip to minute 2:00 exactly to see the angel Tyrael from Diablo2. I've always *loved* this version of an angel but can never think of how to describe it in words. I always end up with "tentacle wings" lol which, if you haven't seen Tyrael, totally paints the wrong picture in your mind.

they are more like ribbon of light for wings

http://vtjuegos.files.wordpress.com/...inal_blizz.jpg

http://www.blogcdn.com/www.wow.com/m...ael1mo9big.jpg

I would describe them as ribbon wings as well. They don't have the organicness of tentacles, and they're usually shown as being flat.

I'd go with "prehensile tail wings" but that's just me.

"Grasping ribbon of light wings" is probably more appealing.

Flow bands - sounds like a 80's rock group I suppose

If you wanted to be poetic, I would go with "ethereal, lucent wings"

The stills Cyn posted look like twisting streams of light to me. That's what I would go with.

I would go with incorporeal tendrils of white light, as if his fragmented soul was captured fleeing by long exposure photography.

Diaphanous

phantasmal

his wings were like a spectral fog, a luminescent smoke

phosphorescent tendrils upon which he took flight

as he cast his eyes downward with an infernal glare

...with its "overflowing, immense and illustrious aura, the power by which it emanated from his form made it seem as though the limbs were tangible, as if they were wings, blindingly-so, and with the sight of them, it gave us an immediate indication as to the sort of powerful being we were in the presence of; fearful we were, yet still fixated were our eyes, in utter awe of him."

Filaments of light emanated from his back like lightening from the heavens, each strand radiating with energy as they seemed able to lift his strong and powerful body.

Together these strings of light created what appeared to be wings, glowing so brightly as to make me believe they must be tangible, their ethereal visage breathtaking to behold.

In awe, I watched his wings move, like a million straightened halos, cohesive one moment, and yet a second later, seemingly like fingers, reaching out and striking, as though each ray of light were its own deliverer of justice.