we live like thieves
kings among men
kings among men
Now this was where a thief belonged. Noise rose from every corner, smoke and warmth kept the cool night air at bay, and there were more than a few treasures catching his eye to nick. The gold had been head towards the Night Court (it seemed like ages since he’d first said such to himself), and as he’d risen to the Keep he’d been distracted yet again by the commotion and smoke. You see the gold was not a creature of a large world. As little as he liked to remember about his own life, he would it admit it never involved something as large as a market and port. With attention fully caught, he’d slipped into the throngs.
And he loved it. Every conversation was his to eaves drop on, all the gossip of the world were being tossed about faster than the coins, and the treasures! Just down one isle of the old wooden stalls and he’d found several items which…could do with a new home. Temptations were everywhere and it was a riot of color and noise, filling every sense and overwhelming in every sight. It did not take long for him to spy an opportunity and set himself about the game. A flashy pale blue and tan unicorn had just purchased some small item, and the gold coin flashed in the firelight as he slipped it back into a pouch on the inside of her leg, the strings ever so loose. He muffles the wicked grin trying to rise on his lips and slipped towards the lass as she merged with the crowd.
He weaved through, never losing sight as he came towards her, but not focusing. The gold placed each hoof with care. She was right before him with he stepped towards a stall of fabric. His leg slide between her front to, and they both stumbled. The lass squeaks as the gold leg hits the pouch and the purse falls to the ground, coin scattering everywhere. She panics, but finds a handsome golden creature keeping back the crowd to help her collect her coins. She thanks him with mild kindness, before moving on. Her golden knight smiles back, and when she’s thoroughly forgotten the affair, bends down to pick up the two coins under his hoof.
He’s not the only thief about in the night though. As he lifts his hoof and sees the rewarding flash of gold, there’s a shadow and its gone. Harks pin back as he searches for the thief, and there, pausing to revel in its success on the side of the aisle, a small dragon. It laughs before it carries on. The gold snorts his disgust, but easy come, easy go. He slips to the shadows of the market to an empty stall just as the party starts.
Chaos descends on the market as the dragons reveal their return. The center of the market, barely visible through his shadow begins to glow with a brilliance, and it seems to drive the creatures to a fury. The gold, for his part, can only laugh. One stallion’s hair tie was stolen and it falls about his face, near tripping him. The gold wasn’t exempt either as one brace pygmy attempted to steal his circlet (got a face full of horn for the effort, though the gold a clip of claws on his hip for the fight). A filly’s tail clip was attempting to be snatched, but turns out she was rather…attached to it. Horns were perches, backs were landing strips, and hooves the only defense. It was fantastic. It was going to prove hard to pull him from the market on up to the court. There was a reason the dragons were back, this was a thief’s paradise.
"Talk?"
OOC:: Thranduil's just enjoying from a shady corner. ;D
And he loved it. Every conversation was his to eaves drop on, all the gossip of the world were being tossed about faster than the coins, and the treasures! Just down one isle of the old wooden stalls and he’d found several items which…could do with a new home. Temptations were everywhere and it was a riot of color and noise, filling every sense and overwhelming in every sight. It did not take long for him to spy an opportunity and set himself about the game. A flashy pale blue and tan unicorn had just purchased some small item, and the gold coin flashed in the firelight as he slipped it back into a pouch on the inside of her leg, the strings ever so loose. He muffles the wicked grin trying to rise on his lips and slipped towards the lass as she merged with the crowd.
He weaved through, never losing sight as he came towards her, but not focusing. The gold placed each hoof with care. She was right before him with he stepped towards a stall of fabric. His leg slide between her front to, and they both stumbled. The lass squeaks as the gold leg hits the pouch and the purse falls to the ground, coin scattering everywhere. She panics, but finds a handsome golden creature keeping back the crowd to help her collect her coins. She thanks him with mild kindness, before moving on. Her golden knight smiles back, and when she’s thoroughly forgotten the affair, bends down to pick up the two coins under his hoof.
He’s not the only thief about in the night though. As he lifts his hoof and sees the rewarding flash of gold, there’s a shadow and its gone. Harks pin back as he searches for the thief, and there, pausing to revel in its success on the side of the aisle, a small dragon. It laughs before it carries on. The gold snorts his disgust, but easy come, easy go. He slips to the shadows of the market to an empty stall just as the party starts.
Chaos descends on the market as the dragons reveal their return. The center of the market, barely visible through his shadow begins to glow with a brilliance, and it seems to drive the creatures to a fury. The gold, for his part, can only laugh. One stallion’s hair tie was stolen and it falls about his face, near tripping him. The gold wasn’t exempt either as one brace pygmy attempted to steal his circlet (got a face full of horn for the effort, though the gold a clip of claws on his hip for the fight). A filly’s tail clip was attempting to be snatched, but turns out she was rather…attached to it. Horns were perches, backs were landing strips, and hooves the only defense. It was fantastic. It was going to prove hard to pull him from the market on up to the court. There was a reason the dragons were back, this was a thief’s paradise.
"Talk?"
OOC:: Thranduil's just enjoying from a shady corner. ;D
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