The masked rabbit's ears twitched as he walked down the streets of the rebuilt Mobotropolis. Blaine ignored the gawking eyes of passing strangers, listening instead for a particular voice, knowing he was being followed.
Though he couldn't get a glimpse of his stalker, she constantly talked to herself... and those long ears of his weren't just for show.
"There goes baby... Mama told me to watch him."
"Can't let him get away again."
Blaine had been a nomad for years. He'd first become one partially to get away from this crackpot, and partially to hide from the shame of his scarred face. For a while he'd found solace fighting with the resistance in this very city, But...
...those days were over.
"He wants to play hide and seek... I'll find him."
The flop-eard rabbit knew his mask was making him easy to track, but he never took it off, except to eat... which he hadn't exactly been doing much lately.
Blaine ducked into a shop and bought a newspaper... Both to hide his face, and take