153 Spirit on Rooftops

"Huff!"

The 6.7ft figure huffed out, exhaustion racking his frame as he jumped from roof one to roof two. The weather condition of this place was really dusty. That meant that for each roof he jumped on to, a little cloud of dust rose up to greet the soles of his feet.

However, he did not mind that at all for he was focused on what he had to do. Tonight was dark, just about the perfect time he had to come out for all the things he had to do. In this time, he did not have to worry whether some perceptive humans sighted him or even other spirit beings.

And even if they did, he was not planning on being stationary long enough for them to catch up to them.

He sighed, the memory of how a once proud elite group of humanoids had now descended to this mundane life, subjected the the restraints of Earth sickened him, every day.