The feari hissed as it crouched on the top of the tall building. Hissing again, it spread its small wings and glided to the next rooftop. It landed softly, its long spined tail waving around it and its clawed hands and feet gripping the roof. It opened its wide mouth and let its long black tongue snake out of its toothed maw to taste the air. It looked down off of the edge of the building, its black eyes flicking about, looking to to the street below, where people bustled about, not seeing the black creature far above them.
The feari leaped on to the next building and then the small creature climbed vertically down the wall of the building and into a small secluded dead-end alleyway. It crouched on the ground and looked around the small space, its large black eyes glowing slightly red in the dark space. It sighed and sat back.
People thought that all feari were mindless cruel monsters who killed soldiers and innocents alike, the only gain was for the pleasure that it brought them. But there were some feari who were actually good, and who just wanted to be accepted. Those feari were usually killed when they came out into the light. People feared them and killed them before the feari head time to explain itself.
The feari leaped on four legs behind a pile of rubbish in the alleyway. It curled up in a ball, wrapping its tail around itself and spreading its wings over its body. The feari didn't think that anyone would find it in the alleyway, the pathway out to the street was narrow and long, but there's was always a chance. . .
