Temyc silently scoured under the rings floor, hoping it fell down there and not into the hands of some one who would never see again. His golden eyes searching madly, with wicked response and acute vision to anything that glimmered or reflected light. ooc: BLAH! Short post! :(
OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to post. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to have a chase scene to find Temyc's locket or not. Anyways, here it is. ^.^ IC: Fautal searched high and low for the locket. He made sure to check every square inch of the area and occaisionally look at anyone who might have picked the thing up. He searched also for the faintest glint of gold that may just be the locket. Fautal searched for another ten minutes before he got up and decided to take a break. It seemed that no one wanted to mess with him because he had beaten Temyc by default and lasted a couple minutes in the ring with him. He was glad in this change of atmosphere around him. Fautal now knew that for tonight he'd be safe from any wrong doers. That thought made him chuckle, as if he'd need any protection from your common street thug. After this thought he saw someone with a tiny glint of a gold chain come out from the arden's pocket. Fautal quickly moved over to that arden and said in a stern tone, "Sir, I believe you have something that belongs to my friend." The other arden looked around nervously and then started to run. "Temyc!" Fautal yelled. When he got Temyc's attention he then pointed franticly out the entrance of the arena and then dashed off in the direction of the alleged thief hoping that Temyc got the idea and would follow him.
With the shouting of his name, yellow eyes darted towards Fautal's voice. The newly made friend pointed franticly at a door as an unknown arden bust out of it with a golden item in hand. Temyc growled and pushed off the floor, his harden claws scratching against the stone as he began to run out the door to follow Fautal and the thief. They were now outside in the grimy alleyways of the Black Market. It was dark, and late. Surprisingly the crowds of people that had left the bar mostly disappeared and whats left dwindled by themselves in the night, trying to buy drugs, or hirer prostitutes of the like. Temyc had lost sight of the two. He sniffed the air and listened, trying to pick up their trail. Hearing hard footsteps due south he headed that way at a mad speed and caught up with them wanting to hurt this unknown arden. Fury was in his heart. He must have his locket back....
Fautal cursed to himself, spellcasting wouldn't work very well here because he'd have to make some gestures with his hands and that wouldn't work due to the twisting paths the thief would take. Fautal tried to run faster and catch the arden he needed to get that locket back. He despised thieves, they stole what others may need or cherish dearly and only for personal gain. He hoped to catch this one quickly.
