//Sneak peek of my favorite WIP so far :>
He just wanted his sister, but instead got a kick to the side and a gun pointed to his face. Only seven, there was no understanding of the situation, only confusion and hurt as the boy was lead by a practically choking leash into a town of which he didn't belong. In choppy motions, his tail fanned the Earth, a tic to display his terror when combined with the way those little black-tipped brown ears pressed flat against his skull.
"Filthy demons, all've 'em." He heard a man grunt in the crowd.
But... He was no demon.