Date: 41st of Winter, 513AV
Location: The Wolf's Cave/Throughout Alvadas
Time: Deep Night
Location: The Wolf's Cave/Throughout Alvadas
Time: Deep Night
Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. - Lemony Snicket
The dark was a strange thing. It left terrible whispers on the wing. It sheltered predators. It spooked with the shadows. It stubbed a wary toe against an unseen table. In retaliation people lit a candle here, and a lamp there. But some Kelvics would not need such a thing. The Kelvic in question, Looty, was one of them. Looty enjoyed the dark and shared with it a teasing laugh at those who fumbled. She did not need to see to know. Her nose told her all.
What should she need fear? Nothing. Not a whisper on the wind, not a predator, not a shadow, and certainly not an unseen table. However, tonight the Kelvic had yet to wake. Looty snored on in the dark of night. If the Kelvic had not indulged she would heard the soft patter of feet. The too quiet stillness of a stalker. As it stood her nose only twitched. A foreign scent had caught it's attention but not it's owners. The scent would be catalogued as warmth. Or more specific, spice.
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Looty awoke with a sniffle, much flailing, and general drama. She struggled to remember what form she was in. The salty air, reminiscent of Zeltiva, confused her for a time. She grumbled and growled to nothing. She wanted to light a fire. Looty pulled open her door to let in warmth from the main room. It nudged at her consciousness. She rolled out her muscles, and blankly watched a bug of some sort creep across the floor. It would stop from time to time and gaze at her, checking to see if she was watching. Then--a scuttle, freeze, replay.
"Ish cold." The Kelvic said to no one sluggishly. She rolled across the floor until her fingers touched her bunch. Craggy nails clung for purchase and search while she continued to study the bug. It might taste good, after all. When she grew impatient Looty turned a stormy glare to the bed as if to say you're not cooperating, stop it,. All the sleep swept from her brain. Her cloak was gone.
The rest of the memory came with a scent not her own. She couldn't place it like this. Looty huffed. She puffed. She crawled onto the bed, and shifted to her form with a better nose.
Spice.
The Kelvic dug her claws into the bunk. She pressed her nose to it. Someone is gonna get bit. I'm gonna find them and eat them., she thought strongly. Looty wiggled her bum and leaped off the bed. She landed with a thud. Her claws missed purchased. But the Kelvic cared not. At a sprawling run she tore to the streets of Alvadas, the scent of spice thick in the air.
What should she need fear? Nothing. Not a whisper on the wind, not a predator, not a shadow, and certainly not an unseen table. However, tonight the Kelvic had yet to wake. Looty snored on in the dark of night. If the Kelvic had not indulged she would heard the soft patter of feet. The too quiet stillness of a stalker. As it stood her nose only twitched. A foreign scent had caught it's attention but not it's owners. The scent would be catalogued as warmth. Or more specific, spice.
~~~~~~~
Looty awoke with a sniffle, much flailing, and general drama. She struggled to remember what form she was in. The salty air, reminiscent of Zeltiva, confused her for a time. She grumbled and growled to nothing. She wanted to light a fire. Looty pulled open her door to let in warmth from the main room. It nudged at her consciousness. She rolled out her muscles, and blankly watched a bug of some sort creep across the floor. It would stop from time to time and gaze at her, checking to see if she was watching. Then--a scuttle, freeze, replay.
"Ish cold." The Kelvic said to no one sluggishly. She rolled across the floor until her fingers touched her bunch. Craggy nails clung for purchase and search while she continued to study the bug. It might taste good, after all. When she grew impatient Looty turned a stormy glare to the bed as if to say you're not cooperating, stop it,. All the sleep swept from her brain. Her cloak was gone.
The rest of the memory came with a scent not her own. She couldn't place it like this. Looty huffed. She puffed. She crawled onto the bed, and shifted to her form with a better nose.
Spice.
The Kelvic dug her claws into the bunk. She pressed her nose to it. Someone is gonna get bit. I'm gonna find them and eat them., she thought strongly. Looty wiggled her bum and leaped off the bed. She landed with a thud. Her claws missed purchased. But the Kelvic cared not. At a sprawling run she tore to the streets of Alvadas, the scent of spice thick in the air.
