The wrong pocket... (Open)

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

The wrong pocket... (Open)

Postby Kaivol on August 21st, 2011, 11:32 pm

Look at them all. So many pockets ripe for the picking. Hopefully today will be better then yesterday.

Kai scanned the marketplace below him as he sat perched on a window sill, the warm midday sun causing his black feathers to shine brightly. Stepping side to side, Kai cocked his head about, continuing to scan the streets below for whomever he could easily steal from. "Kaw! Kaw!" Stretching his big black wings Kaivol began flapping and leaped from his roost on the sill. Gliding and soaring high above the heads of those down below, Kai moved swiftly, keenly at home in his raven form flying uninhibited in the clear skies.

Banking to his left, Kai made his way to the back alley where he had hid his belongings. Shape shifting could only be done naked, so he had to take everything off and hide it from other thieves in order to go scouting himself. Being able to shift into a bird made his life a bit easier when it came to picking his next target. Those out shopping would never expect a single raven to be scoping them out to be robbed later that day.

Flapping his wings Kai landed in the dark alley, away from the hustle and bustle of the busy market streets. Folding his wings he walked his raven form to the crate where he had stashed his things. Twitching slightly, Kai quickly and seamlessly shifted back into his human form. His jet black hair falling to his shoulders as the transformation finished. The stone of the shadowy alley was cold against his bare feet. Moving quickly Kai dressed himself, slipping into his leather pants and jerkin and pulling his shin high boots over his feet. The cloth within was soft and tickled his skin, he loved these boots. Tying his cloak to his shoulders, Kai let black dyed cotton material fall to his ankles behind him. Finally pulling on his finger less leather gloves and tying his red sash around his waist, Kai grabbed his small dagger and made his way back to the market streets.

Leaving the alleyway, Kai stashed his dagger within the folds of his sash so as not to scare of his prey. Pulling his hood over his head, and the excess material of his cloak over his face, Kai slipped into and melded easily with the crowd before him. Scanning the crowd he spotted his first target or the day. Slowly he made his way towards the figure, extending his hand from the safety of his cloak Kaivol reached for the figures exposed pockets. But this just wasn't Kai's lucky day... again.

The right hand of the figure clasped around Kais wrist, squeezing tight so he couldn't get away. "And what to you think you're doing, hmmm?"

Not again...
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The wrong pocket... (Open)

Postby Akahi on August 27th, 2011, 1:53 am

She stared at the man her hand clutching to his wrists tightly. "What do you think your doing you bastard?" She asked him in a harsh tone. "I said tell me now." For a second her animal rage was attacking at her eyes. They were golden meaning she may form unannounced into a artic fox, again. She had to learn to control her transformations before it got out of hand. She ripped his hand away from her pocket, a growl emerging from her throat. She took him by the shirt and rammed him against the wall. "You think this is funny? Don't touch me you asshole." She ripped him out of her grasp leaving him falling down onto a trash bin. She laughed at him giving him a small grin. She walked off quickly, disappearing into the crowd. She turned around in the crowd her golden eyes clearly visible, she winked at him. Turning around she walked into the market as usual to get her usual things. That man was a kelvic, she could tell by his eyes. They were black, and wreaked of something cold... She could just feel his aura in somewhat way. She saw some oranges so she took one and placed it in her basket happily. She turned herself around to see the man following her, it was show time. She grinned running off, in the mean time she quickly picked up vegetables and fruits along the way. Keeping the man insight therefore games could finish then start over again.

Games were fun aye? She couldn't help but just mess with people...
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