Short scene 1
#1 of Scenes
I can't write long things, soooo, heres a shitty little short scene thing...
My eyes dart side to side like the tip of my tail, agitated by the wind forcing against me, scanning the street, and by extension, every alley, nook, or cranny. My vision darts down alleys, scales buildings short and tall all the same.
My icy breath taints the air, and if I had the time, I would take a moment to muse over it. But instead I continue, taking brisk steps forward, but not too quickly as my eyes would deceive me. And any dulling of the senses means death out here.
And though I'm armed with razor sharp claws and teeth, I wouldn't stand a chance without my pistol. It slaps against my leg as I walk, stashed in my coat pocket, easily accessible. I've become quite proficient with the weapon, honing my skills against my will through scuffles and spontaneous yet life threatening encounters.