With his head pressed against the wall Coney was startled by hearing something. It was weird, but the way his ears were situated on the top of his head made it so they pressed into the wall as well, and he could hear something on the other side of the stone. Something a little bit dangerous. “What the hell?” He asked himself. “Is that… footsteps?”

That’s what it is, he heard footsteps on the other side of the wall. They were huge, but far away. It was like he could hear thunder, or the moving of tectonic plates, as each massive slam happened. But still, he could tell they were footsteps, because they were coming towards him.

“Something tells me that I need to move away from that.” Coney said, getting up and using his lit up left paw to light the way. “I’m going to get moving. Don’t follow me too hard.” He said with a grin. “If you do, you just might fall.”

It was weird, the confidence that was suddenly in his heart. He’d been worried just a few minutes before, and then significantly flustered when his prayer was answered with a kiss. Now he was… what? Running from a giant? A dragon? Something completely worse? It was hard for him to tell, but something told him this was what he was meant to do. To run.

Coney’s paws dug into the ground as he began to dash away from the stone wall that had stood so long, worried on some level that it would collapse from sounds like that. He moved in the other direction and searched for an exit. To the right there was a single Exit to the large room that was obvious. It was ten feet tall, and he barely noticed as he moved through it, looking into where he was now.

This was no room, it was a tunnel, a massive one. No longer were the walls fit for his size, or even a human’s size, instead they walked up to a ceiling that he couldn’t even see. At an estimation he believed it was… maybe thirty feet, fourty? With a sigh he realized this was the tunnel of whatever he was running from. Which meant he had to go in the other direction. Which made his exit easy, turning back to the left away from the right hand side.

Running came easy to the bunny-kin. Something inside him said this was what he was meant to do, the instincts of his body he supposed. He ran down the hall, which had no end in sight. Behind him he heard the first step with his ear in the air. Even as he ran at full tilt he didn’t hear it falling behind him. No, the sound of slamming was approaching, even though he couldn’t see anywhere near far enough with his feeble light to see what was coming.

“It’s catching up.” Coney gasped out as he ran. He saw on his right a large tunnel. But it was too large, twenty feet tall at the shortest, and that wouldn't do for him to hide in. He needed something at least as short as where he’d come, other was just putting himself in far more danger than he’d had when he started.

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That was something he wouldn’t accept. He needed to get somewhere safe, safe for him at least. Behind him he glanced and saw something approaching. It too glowed in the dark, but instead of the soft warm light he had it was a dark orange. Almost the light of coals that were smoldering at the end of a fire, that’s how he’d describe it.

Another doorway appeared. This was shorter, ten feet tall, and to his left like the room he started in. He was about to step in but he smelled something. It was an odd feeling, his little pink nose twitching like that of the animal his race was based on. He could tell that there was something he didn’t want to see in there, the sickly sweet smell of… rot? He didn’t know why but he kept running.

The steps were getting closer. Already they were only a bit over a hundred feet away from each other. There was no way the thing behind him hadn’t seen him, so if it cared it’d get him unless he managed to find a hole to hide in. This is why he rejected another couple large doorways, ones that nearly approached the ceiling.

Repeatedly glancing back was a bad habit, but Coney didn’t even try to break it as he ran, focusing instead on continuing to run even while he wasn’t looking while he was going. It was close, he could see when his sphere of light intersected the other. He could just make out what the person back there looked like. They were human looking, but there were red lines all over their pitch black skin. Lines that glowed the soft orange light, almost like magma. Even the heat began to rise as Coney’s chance to find a place to hide went from minimal to impossible.

Just as he gave up hope Coney turned around a corner of the big tunnel, and there to the left was a doorway. It was short, about the right size for a human, and cut into the wall. In fact, he saw rubble around it, which made it obvious this wasn’t an intentional part of the decor.

Running into the hole should have been easier. But Coney was panicking, and he rushed so hard that he slammed halfway into the stone of the door way, falling back on his rabbit ass. Moving into the tunnel on his hands and knees was easy, what was harder was not poking his head back the way he came to check on the monster he felt was clearly following and trying to attack him.

But the attack never came. Instead, the footsteps began to draw away from the bunny, even as he stuck his head out. The person didn’t even glance back, just walking forward. From behind he realized that it was more human than he’d given it credit for. Instead of the golem-like monster he’d expected, it just looked like a guy. One that was glowing but… then again, wasn’t that one vision of himself glowing? Perhaps it wasn’t as simple as he thought.

Without even thinking about it he whispered a few words. “That is one hot guy.” He said, biting his lip. “Wait, that’s not what I meant.” He said, blushing a little as he stepped back into the hole he’d found. “Qiuping is hard damn.”