Timestamp: 30th Tria, 81378. There was movement in the shadows of a tall, twisted tree. A pendragon with a dark, fine pelt stretched in the shadows of the tree, exposing his sharp talons. The scaly feathers on his wings glistened in the light that shone through the canopy in tiny flecks, but all else was darkness. The male slowly walked out from the shadows, leaping to a branch bathed in an orangey sunset. He yawned and lay on the branch, turning his head to face the setting sun, facing away from the ruins of an old chapel behind him. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes letting the sunlight warm his dark body. His tail flicked, flame flickering in a light breeze. The air was still and all was calm. All that could be heard was the ocean lapping at the shores a while away and the singing of bird-like creatures turning in for the night. All was calm...
Not ALL was calm. Not far from the male 'dragon was a small group of tourists visiting the ruins only staring at the ancient machinery not paying attention to their precious wallets or camera bags. That is why the little thief was so good a toiurist pick-pocketing. She merely put on a pair of sunglasses and put a set of binoculars around her neck and 'mingled'. She was wandering past a fat 'dragon with a large bulging sack on his arm. She 'accidently' bumped into him not saying a word pulled off the bag and walked away snatching two more wallets. As she walked from the group still hearing the long droning voice of the guide she began to hear small shouts and cries from the crowd. I think now is the time to duck, the thief thought. She raced behind the bulk of one of the machines as the group spread out in search of the pick pocketer. The femme laughed gently to herself before wandering off. This was when she came to the rotting, gnarled tree in which the male 'dragon hid in his shadowy darkness. She giggled when she saw the amount of money in one of the wallets. And sat comfortably by the tree searching through the pack she had also stolen.
