(A/N: Is this post okay/acceptable? PM me if I'm doing a faux pas (false step) or doesn't fit into the context of Ramath-lehi) Sep/21 (A/N: No idea how to do this time stamping thing) Aleut had returned. Returned to the pitiful place of his birth in Bhim but he had returned because he had that growing stone in his stomach that could only be described as home-sickness. Aleut couldn’t fathom how he could hold such emotional attachment to a place of deception and lies but it had been his home and the only thing left that remained in most of his memories, devoid of friends or family long since faded from escapism. ’Wait, there had been that kind pendragon... Where was he now?’ he felt a bit guilty at having abandoned him. He silently vowed he would do better. Aleut walked, the only way an animal would, on all fours, his feet and paws dragging along the dirty, black pavement. It was the time of day where the shadows came out to play, masking the shady characters that were cruising in the marketplace. Aleut gave them no notice. Like them, he wished to be inconspicuous and bowed his head to the pavement in doing so. It was a posture of submission and placidness. On his back, he carried a tiny shoulder bag that contained various plants that he had taken samples of during his ‘vacation’ away from Bhim. Although Aleut had taken keen interest in the studies, he realised it was just a way to stop him thinking about certain experiences in his life and now that he was back, there was no escaping the memories that were personified as his ghosts’ that lavished in filling his conscience thoughts. So deep into silent depression, he didn’t see a particularly suspicious character walk up to him, his black cloak obscuring his face and himself. Aleut, taking no notice, bumped into him. The events that followed happened within a few seconds: The strap of Aleut’s back split and the stranger caught it, Aleut reacted and roared with animalistic rage, clawing the stranger across the chest area with a swipe of his claws. The stranger, stunned, dropped the bag and fled, realising it had become a dangerous situation. Aleut was not worried about being taken into custody for physical assault because Bhim was not a place controlled by authorities. The bag fell to the ground a few feet away from Aleut with a muffled sound of glass breaking. Aleut sat there, watching it with such sad eyes that he wanted to cry but couldn’t, having been denied his tears so long ago. The pedestrians took no notice of him of his pathetic sight. ’Won’t someone come and help me?’ he thought but having no expectations for it to be answered. Aleut was about to make a move to retrieve his belongings...
OOC: Do you mind if I grab this one with Phet'knis? And, as for timestamping, you chose a Ramathian date. EDIT: The year and time is listed above in the right hand corner of your screen. You choose your own date (I believe from 1-50) and then make it according to whatever time period you'd like. ------------------------------------------ Although the rainstorm had retreated many hours ago the night streets of the Black Market were still slick and cold with wet, the faintest hint of the encroachment of fall just barely scenting the air. Even on this dreary eve the streets were alive with the shadiest of folk, some stumbling, some struggling, and others outright passed out. One might stupidly inquire why that was the case, but... in a city with little wealth, it was full of people with no homes other than the streets themselves. That, and a million vendors of the most questionable products. "Need any shab-bla?" The faint whisper of a slowly-passing arden, to which the Phet'knis slowly shoke her head 'no'. No more was asked. Both of them faded back behind curtains of shadows. One, though, only for a while. She would've been gone for the rest of the night for the Black Market was not her town, and likewise, was not her interest. But... the sound of someone else's misery and the shatter of glass caught her attention in that acquired way the sound of cutlery attracts a dog to the kitchen: instinctively. Aluet was about to retrieve his belongings when another passer-by came to take advantage of his precarious position. She, unlike the previous thief, had watched the pathetic arden's situation long enough to know that he was not in a good head-space. A little disorientation and she would win out in the situation if she played her moves smartly enough. Filling her palm with the grit of the streets, Phet'knis lifted her hood upwards and walked toward Aluet with the grain of the city's traffic. Just as it seemed she was about to pass him, like the rest of the world, she made a quick side-step straight into the arden's direction. And without any hesitation or interruption she threw that fistful of dirt into the sad nioti's eyes while her other hand found its way onto his bag. And then, it was right back into the pulse of the street traffic again. Given the speed at which the thill had moved, it was unlikely Aluet had had any opportunity to make as precise of an attack that he had just seconds ago. If he was reactionary enough, he might've managed a good swipe at her small shoulders. But if he was fleet enough... well, let's just say, Phet'knis would need to run faster. Or maybe she had a plan? ------------------------------------------ OOC: Sorry, I did a little god-moding here, but it's flexible! In any case, if it doesn't roll with you, I'll change it. I just thought a little chase might be fun, and I do have a good idea in store if the plot plays out.
