02-15-2007, 02:47 PM
In the downtown district of the city where the streets were faintly lit by street lights. A small wind blew through the district blowing small pieces of loose paper across the road and sidewalk. One of the papers flew up and got caught on something sharp and metallic, connected to the sharp metal was a thick black broad flexible tail, that curled up to the face of its owner whoe was sitting utop a burnt out street post "Damn paper.." Whoever he was let out a long hiss and threw the paper away. All of a sudden he heard footseps below him "..dinner.." he grinned widely showing his large row of razor sharp teeth.
