Post by Wren Lunaboult on Jul 4, 2020 19:05:37 GMT
No one saw anything, no guards alerted, nothing. It’s the smoothest robbery Wren’s ever achieved. That stuffy ol’ merchant won’t even notice anything’s missing until tomorrow morning. Plenty of time to get back and slip into bed before people start asking any questions.
That doesn’t stop Wren from wearing the mask, a simple wooden one stained black, better safe than sorry. The slight glow of their eyes is still visible through the eye slits, but they doubt that’s a detail with enough substance to link it to their real identity.
They scamper down a nearby alley to evade any trouble, others on the watch have clocked onto the fact that a certain criminal likes to escape via the rooftops, so it’s when they’re hugging the cold brick walls to stay in the shadows a squeak is heard under foot.
Wren freezes, scared the noise has alerted the passing street patrol nearby. When nothing further happens, no alley search occurs, they slowly peak down towards the gap between the wall and rubbish pile they’ve been hiding behind. There’s a small pair of eyes staring intently at them, accompanied by a tense striped furry face.
Wren speaks in a hushed whisper, like the badger can understand them fully, “Ah sorry, didn’t see you there. You’re pretty good at hiding you know?”
The badger unsurprisingly doesn’t respond, but continues to stare intently at the glowing eyeslits of the mask Wren is wearing, almost entranced. Wren stares right back, and so an unofficial staring contest happens in a nondescript alley somewhere in Port Ffirst.
Wren thinks for a moment, realising what the badger is actually interested in, and slowly pulls a shiny gold piece out from the newly acquired pouch on their hip. They hold it out towards the badger in the dark, careful not to startle it, but make sure the shiny edges catch the thin sliver of lamp light from a nearby window. The badger is instantly distracted, eyes now focused on the gold piece in front of them. Wren chuckles a little at the creature’s too obvious obsession and reaches to pat their furry striped head as they finally give them the shiny gold piece.
“Yah know, I can show you how to find even more pieces like that. Might be useful having a shiny hunter around”
Wren moves their hand to scoop them up, and with no protest from the happily occupied badger moves to hug them closer to their chest as they move away from the alley. Eventually all that can be seen of the disappearing duo is the dim glimmer of golden eyes and some stripes in the dark.
That doesn’t stop Wren from wearing the mask, a simple wooden one stained black, better safe than sorry. The slight glow of their eyes is still visible through the eye slits, but they doubt that’s a detail with enough substance to link it to their real identity.
They scamper down a nearby alley to evade any trouble, others on the watch have clocked onto the fact that a certain criminal likes to escape via the rooftops, so it’s when they’re hugging the cold brick walls to stay in the shadows a squeak is heard under foot.
Wren freezes, scared the noise has alerted the passing street patrol nearby. When nothing further happens, no alley search occurs, they slowly peak down towards the gap between the wall and rubbish pile they’ve been hiding behind. There’s a small pair of eyes staring intently at them, accompanied by a tense striped furry face.
Wren speaks in a hushed whisper, like the badger can understand them fully, “Ah sorry, didn’t see you there. You’re pretty good at hiding you know?”
The badger unsurprisingly doesn’t respond, but continues to stare intently at the glowing eyeslits of the mask Wren is wearing, almost entranced. Wren stares right back, and so an unofficial staring contest happens in a nondescript alley somewhere in Port Ffirst.
Wren thinks for a moment, realising what the badger is actually interested in, and slowly pulls a shiny gold piece out from the newly acquired pouch on their hip. They hold it out towards the badger in the dark, careful not to startle it, but make sure the shiny edges catch the thin sliver of lamp light from a nearby window. The badger is instantly distracted, eyes now focused on the gold piece in front of them. Wren chuckles a little at the creature’s too obvious obsession and reaches to pat their furry striped head as they finally give them the shiny gold piece.
“Yah know, I can show you how to find even more pieces like that. Might be useful having a shiny hunter around”
Wren moves their hand to scoop them up, and with no protest from the happily occupied badger moves to hug them closer to their chest as they move away from the alley. Eventually all that can be seen of the disappearing duo is the dim glimmer of golden eyes and some stripes in the dark.
