I walk down the road, fast, but not too fast, and steady. I feel something is wrong, I feel eyes, but see none. Something is wrong, definitely not quite right.
I feel myself panicking dealing with it without looking suspicious, so recently it's been happening, with no reason to show. So I take a deep breath, in and out. My tail twitches nervously, slightly puffed, I try to keep it still but it reveals all. And I walk faster.
Marching on past the repeating alleyways staying neither close not far away, I know them like the back if my hand, but with knowledge comes pain, knowing all the possible hiding spots. Not far but not close.
I feel the anxiety deepen, as I turn the street corner, and the next is nearly deserted. Trash and once valued treasures scattered all along.
Before I can think, my feet take action, and I spin into the alleyway. I feel my paws crash over every piece, my claws clanging on and over metal. And I'm off, running, speeding through.
One benefit of my size is agility, nothing can clash it's way into me when I'm already away before it even moves. My agility can't stop the feeling of eyes, this time their only heavier.
So I run faster, I don't see or hear anything, it's an eerie silence of the loudness of the city. I can't shake the feeling, I turn corners, left, left, left, right, right, left.
I begin to get frustrated, angry, but not.
I feel a deep fire grow inside of me, and I'm just about to let out an echoing howl, when I feel an unexpected warm ness.
Then, I hear the footsteps, not seperate, but perfectly in time with my light careless ones, although heavy at a run, still as light as a croissant. I feel heat, lots of heat, so it must be big. Someone with a hearty chest to hold a heavy breath.
