"You're one of us, aren't you," one of the girls, who I sensed was a panther demon, muttered.
"Nope," I replied, trying to look around the fox lady, "Not unless I choose to be--which I don't." I sighed, exasperated, "Alright look, could you get off of me now."
"Nope," she sneered, "Not unless I choose to--which I don't." I rolled my eyes, nothing like a good copy-cat.. Having been taught to never hit a girl, I simply took my primate form, savored the looks it drew, and then scampered down the sidewalk, hoo-hoo-haa-haaing my challange as I went.
I wasn't sure if they were following me or not, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I was now leaping from rooftop to bird-targeted rooftop of buildings just trying to get to my destination: away. So far I hadn't sensed their presence, but then some demons didn't necessarily need to be present to know where you were.
Two apartments and a shopping mart later, I decided to stop for a breath on the top of a streetlight. Screeech! The unexpected noise of someone whipping their brand new car around a sharp corner caught my tense self so off gaurd that I transformed back into my human form and lost my balance. Luckily, I manged to reach up and catch myself on the horizontal pole that overshadowed the pavement, blowing out my breath to calm my racing heart.
A man came out from the nearest building and, upon seeing a dangling pair of feet, looked up to see me.
"Don't mind me," I chuckled uneasily, "Just...hanging."
He roese an eyebrow, nodded slowly, and then quickened his pace.
Ch, humans; so frightned by the out-of-ordinary.