Branches whipped at his face, the darkness of the forest seeming to envelop him. He was being pursued. By what, he didn't know. Why? He didn't know that either. No human had skin like that....no girl in this day and age dressed like that either....He jumped over a fallen log and kept running, his breath coming in pants.
He looked back, only for a second, and saw a flash of purple between the leaves. He commanded his legs to go faster, push aside the pain that assailed his lungs and muscles and run...
In the treetops, a gaze was fixed upon it's target, it's prey. Moonlight glinted in crimson-brown eyes as the attacker swung from tree-top to small branch to the smallest of leaves, which could never support the weight of a person. Yet with a skill and complete sense of belonging the like of which dubious to the mind, lightly jumped off such a base and onto the next branch without concentrating at all...all attention was on the prey.
Another look behind. This time a flash of skin, covered