wanted to stop for a break but his legs became sort of automatic like some machine as they launched left, then right. Fear was the only thing running through his mind and it wasn't going to change til he knew he was safe. He was outnumbered by two pack of demon hunters. Men chasing off demons like some wild rabbit or deer. The forest was dense and Jeffery was sure he could lose his tail as long as he brought distance between them. His torn up clothes were comfortable. His black shorts were swaying intuned with each leg and his white shirt was torn across the chest as wind kept him cool. Not that he could over heat or something because he was a flame demon. Not thatbeing a demon was evil or whatever the cliche is. Humans assume he was growing red horns on his head and a pointy tail but in fact this fire demon looked more human than some. He was very young in the face behind the bruises. The only thing that was different than most humans were his fire fueled eyes.

The forest was becoming more thick and he could no longer hear the death squad behind him. He knew he could rest but would not til he was sure of the situation. I'll stop when...he stopped immediately when he saw a light go off in a house to his right. What a house was doing in the middle of the forest he had no idea and thought he thought it