KURYAKIN:

▌▒ ☭ onemansinsanity-onecatsreality

                              A spy’s life is always full of PARANOIA. 
                              It’s in the second-too-long eye contact,
                              the footsteps mirroring your own ( only
                              to turn off before you can assess the
                              THREAT. )

                              That night it was the FEELING of being
                              watched, the PRICKLE at the back of the
                              neck that warned of something amiss.
                              His steps are nonchalant, but his body is
                              ALERT for signs of a tail, apparent spontaneity
                              turning his path down the nearest alley.

         HERALD UNDER STELLAR GUIDANCE OF ANDROMEDA did the man
         of catlike stealth prowl, did he gallivant about metropolis in depths of midnight. He
         has found a peculiar sense of SERENITY to swathe a distraught psych, one that was
         aloof when pursuing ALTERNATIVE enterprises.

      —— But he is so kin of NYX & the twilight & universe are NOT his to command,
      to inherent ; & so he ambles in appeasing umbrage alongside other ( less deserving,
      by his bias ) individuals, albeit at these hours the streets were pretty much desolate
      to everything excluding his company. That is except for MONUMENTAL specimen
      meandering a handful of blocks before he.

                     Nimble in his paces ( despite what appeared to be towering & brawny frame )
                     he ADJURES diligence with the utmost of care ; for as boding his silhouette
                     was illustrated to be there was nothing but an aura of caution to his
                     APPROACHING he, one mimicking care one would utilize in footing when
                     encroaching upon space of a timid creature.

             Ogling CURIOSITY adheres to paltry propensities with cognizance soon slipping
             from scrutiny & before recognition is reclaimed, he’s trailing mysterious bloke
             down backstreet he’s solemnly trekked ( as for even in midst of high noon it had
             NOT been the most sheltered ) ; but he HAS to know who this man is.