| As the sun set, Roshan watched his bonded move throughout the crowd from his hiding place in the shadows, a cocksure grin pulling at the thief’s lips. Bandit trotted cautiously underfoot with his wings pressed close against his sides, the ferret-dragon’s eyes locked on the prize at hand; a pearl necklace hanging halfway out of a shopper’s pouch. That evening, the streets were far busier than normal. Whether or not that meant anything, Roshan had no idea. He tended to stay out of the political or governmental loop, since all of that shit was bad for business. All he knew was that the influx of people on the street gave him an excuse to help fill his pockets and deliver a few additional goodies to Vendetta. Just one more pretty little trinket and they would be good to go. Once he was close enough, the oblivious equine in deep conversation with her walking partner, Bandit unfurled his draconic wings and jumped into the air, his tiny body hoisted effortlessly to snatch the pearl necklace out of the satchel. He gave it a tug and the piece of jewelry came free, and just as quickly as he had crept in, Bandit folded his wings and landed upon the sand-packed ground, turned about, and hopped quickly back to Roshan’s hiding place. The ferret-dragon scampered into the shadows at Roshan’s hooves before leaping into the air once more, wings unfolding, and flew up to rest upon the painted stud’s spine. Bandit made a happy little chirp before securely tucking the pearl necklace away into the satchel that Roshan carried, then settled upon his spine, pleased with himself. Roshan’s grin turned brilliant, white teeth glinting. “Well done, Bandit. I think V will be pretty damn pleased.” Or, as ‘pleased’ as Vendetta could ever express when it came to them. Ducking out of his hiding place, Roshan veered down the alleyway in the opposite direction of the gossiping couple, his pace set at a leisurely sashay. He moved with a remarkable confidence and a pep in his step, head up and eyes forward, grinning mischievously at those that he passed. The borrowed satchel he wore bounced against the golden sun emblazoned upon his chest, effectively hiding it from view. These were his streets. This was his domain. These people that pilfered about were only pawns in his larger game, they just had no way of knowing. Crawling up the thief’s thick, braided mane, Bandit splayed out atop Roshan’s head, watching the people of Solterra pass them by. ’Just a little while longer, Bandit.’ Until what, he wasn’t sure, but Roshan could feel something in his veins. |
This is set during some weird time immediately after the Raum/Sera challenge. Open for anyone. :D Roshan has no idea what’s going on.
