Click... click... click..
The sound of sharp claws pawing the cement echoed throughout the musty, smelly alley way. Here, she-- it, sat, allowing a bullet wound to meld back together- to heal.
A groan, more of a growl, emitted from the creature, accompanied by a huff only a few seconds later. Slowly, it began to lay against the cold, bloody ground.
❝ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ʲᵘˢᵗˑˑˑ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗˑ❞















