Winged Ones [closed, recklessbloodmage]
Alex sat on the edge of a building’s roof, swinging his legs as he watched the people walk around below. His wings fluttered behind him as he leaned forward, ready to catch himself if he fell.
After all, it was something he did quite a lot.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as something with a distinct feeling of wrong passed by below him. He tensed, narrowing his eyes and scanning the crowd for anything suspicious. Or maybe it was above him? He never had a good sense for these things.
He glanced around, gaze turning more worried. He hadn’t been on Earth for very long, who knew what was on the surface.