The streets can be a dangerous place

[spitfire]

(set in an unnamed city in the north of England, present day. in mid-winter to start.)

 The night air was chill as a blue figure made his way through the back alleys it was a blue wolf of about 19, his red eyes scouring his surroundings, for you never know what could happen around this area. He had decided to leave the pad and see what the area was like at midnight.
he never normally went out this late, but he wanted a break from being cooped up all night, every night.
he pulled a black leather jacket around himself and did up the zipper, he was wearing tattered black leather fingerless gloves, heavy army boots, and black jeans with worn out knees. he sat on the floor, leaning against a wall.
"I'm bored now"
he thought to himself, looking up at the polluted sky.

[Vanity Is A Killer]

She sat on top of the building that once housed her family for many years before they moved away. She had decided to stay behind and live on her own in the same apartment she grew up in. She leaned forward and looked down over the edge, her chained earings dangled in the corner of her eyes. She brushed them back so they wouldn't be a distraction. She was a black colored fox with neon green tips on her hands ears and tail. She used to be a beautiful red color, like that of a normal red fox, but had died it dark so that she could scour the streets inconito. Her heavy strap chained jacket was sitting on the ground beside her and she quickly put it back on when a slight chill ran down her spine.