Wings of Darkness
She could still see him in her mind, perched on a stone outcropping, staring into the dark streets below, closely resembling a dark gargoyle. He wore all black to blend into the night. It wasn’t his presence or dress that intrigued and unnerved her; it was the giant, black, feathered wings on his back. He was different than the others she had seen and she didn’t know how she felt about that.