RP Starter: a-wind-of-freedom
It was one of those days.
The kind of dank, dark evening on the bad side of town that made you shiver from the inside out, rather than the outside in. The kind of day where you wanted to rush inside and ward off the cold with a blanket, a pet, a friend, even though it was only 60 degrees.
A slight red glow in one of the alleyways illuminated the silhouette of a male rabbit, searching cautiously around for danger as he walked the streets.
Three to four in the morning is going to be an ordeal, he thought, the psychic glow on his forehead casing long shadows as his feet rose and fell, rose and fell across the pavement. I hope no one is alone tonight.