Finding The Winged Creature
The blonde_a fine looking young man with black eyes that spoke of naivety and fear_ stuttered to respond, fiddling his hands nervously; "It-it was a-a wing-wing..."
'A winged creature with head like that of a bull, possessing a mouth and sharp fangs. It was walking on two legs and had arms with very long claws. I saw it claw out a man's heart and rip his head off.'
Long before the young man had made it halfway through his sentence, Derek had impatiently read it out his mind.
"I-I sa-saw It-it..." ignorant of what Derek had done, he went on with his stammering.
Derek hushed him with a hand gesture and he stopped saying anymore.
He left the blonde and shifted his profound gaze to examine the other two women and the little girl hiding behind her mother's skirt and peeking at him timidly.
From her thoughts, he readily knew that her father had also been one of the casualties.