A whistle cut through the general hubbub of Solterra’s market streets, playful and coy. “Howdy, V.” Only the foolish or those looking for a death wish would ever regard the Pearl Mistress so brazenly. Roshan was probably considered both of those. The thief stood amidst the darkened alleys, watching with large, keen brown eyes as the keeper of the black markets stalked by, Azrail in tow. The black beast was never far, and Roshan had gotten used to seeing Vendetta’s shrewd shadow by now. Pushing away from the sandstone wall he had been leaning against, Roshan emerged from the dark alley, all painted earthly colors and ivory tresses, smiling dashingly at the woman so fierce that nearly all of Solterra cowered at her name. The mark of the sun glistened upon his chest; not a tattoo or a painting, but a marking he had been born with. A creature of monochrome stained with blood, Vendetta was a woman to be feared, but Roshan… Well, he liked her, earnestly and completely, despite the fact that he was fairly certain she only put up with him because of his usefulness to her business. Somehow their partnership worked, even though it was just that; a business relationship. He stole shit and she bought it. It wasn’t like he could sell stolen goods just anywhere, after all. That could get him in trouble, and he very much liked living as a free man. Atop the young stud’s head, Bandit was perched with his front legs dangling between Roshan’s forward ears, watching the display with leathery wings outstretched. The ferret-dragon also liked Vendetta, and Azrail, but mostly because he was cute and never got to experience the wrath of the Pearl Mistress himself. Lucky little bastard that he was. Tossing Vendetta a grin and already anticipating that she would not stop to chat with him, Roshan moved to fall into step beside her. Not close enough to touch, of course. He wasn’t that stupid, but he was close enough to sashay beside her in a way that was certain to annoy her. Something about pressing her buttons was entertaining to him, even though he knew she could, and probably someday would, whirl around and rip him apart. “I have something for you. Got it off of some poor son of a bitch on the roads leading out of town.” |
@Vendetta – let the games begin. ;D
