People walk along sidewalk streets, focused upon their own worlds. Perhaps focused too much, unaware that someone's in their path. Bumping into someone is hardly the end of the world, a simple apology and they go back to their lives. Only..there was a flash of black fur, followed by a cold stare from crimson eyes. Without any words, the meaning was more than clear.
You didn't see anything.
She continues on her own path, disappearing from sight as she rounds the corner. And then, she breaks into a jog. A jog becomes a sprint, and she's running through the sidewalk, bumping past any people who happen to be in her way. No more glimpses of anything that might seem unnatural, but... She's getting tired.
Finally, she stops when she's certain no eyes are upon her, taking the chance to slip unseen into a nearby alley. She's tired- oh so tired -slumping heavily against the wall. Letting her body slide down until she's sitting on the ground, she takes a deep breath and exhales. Black fur sprouts from her backside, ears materialize from the top of her head, and she relaxes.
"Fuckin hell... Good job you idiot, how do you mess up like that..Fuck!!"
