[Stumble Alley] Sneaking around (Open)

by **Kyllier** on August 22nd, 2011, 3:33 am

Timestamp: Day 38 of Summer, AV 511
Location: Stumble Alley, Sunberth

You're kidding me, right? So many drunks sleeping on the ground when there are so many empty homes? Kyllier quietly made her way around a pile of garbage and swiftly darted to the opposite side of the street. She kept to the shadows, peering into the different abandoned homes. Looking around, Kyllier quickly leaped through the window of one, her knife she used for cooking at the ready in case she met trouble. Noticing the room was empty, she made her way to the back of the house and unpacked her backpack for the night. Keeping her cooking knife inside of a sheath in her cloak, she planned to hold out until daybreak.

Taking a strip of jerky out of her pack, she idly chewed on it. Time seemed to crawl by, and all was quiet. Not a sound, not even the creaking of a plank, if there was, Kyllier would of been the first to know about it. Growing up with her father, a huntsman, she was taught to pick up on even the smallest of sounds. This was not a place that she would want to be caught sleeping in, she had heard too many stories of the happenings that go on here. Making sure to have an exit route in case something did happen, Kyllier waited.

by **Hettar** on August 22nd, 2011, 3:47 am

Hettar's entrance was not nearly as graceful as Kyllier's had been. But it had be quiet all the same.

He looked around the empty house with child-like curiousity, giving his master a wide grin as if to say he was fine and returning to rummaging. He didn't know what he was looking for or what he would do if he found anything besides show Kyllier. All his simple mind told him was to look around, for if no other reason than to prevent boredom. Opening anything and everything he was bound to fine something, right?

Some time later he got the fruits of his efforts, a marble. He quietly made his was to Kyllier beaming to show her. He held out both fists in a game of pick the right one.

by **Kyllier** on August 22nd, 2011, 3:55 am

Kyllier blinked at Hettar, and then looked at his two outstretched fists. Giving him a small smile, she gently tapped one of his hands as in asking 'Is this the one..?'. Not sure as to what the boy had found, she was gentle with him all the same. Hettar was the first real friend Kyllier made, and he was the only one who she let view her kindness.

Ruffling his hair gently, she waited for him to show her what he had found and was so proud about.

by **Hettar** on August 22nd, 2011, 4:24 am

Hettar opened a fist, showing a blue glass marble. Handing it to Kyllier he sat down making a soft horse like noise. He the mimiced his master by ruffling her hair. Most of what Hettar did was a mimic of Kyllier, from looting to stelth and everything inbetween. If it worked for Kyllier, Hettar would mimic the said action. Maybe that's the reason he was mute for the most part, as Kyllier wasn't known to be all that chatty herself.

Hettar laid down on the floor rolling the marble back and forth wondering where all the other marbles went, maybe one of the drunk men outside had lost a marble. As much as he had heard that said he had yet to see a person with marbles comming from their ears. Or at least he thought they fell out of your ears... How else? You would notice if you sneezed out a marble or coughed one up... It had to be the ears...

by **Kyllier** on August 22nd, 2011, 4:32 am

Kyllier rummaged through her bag, finding the apple she was searching for, she handed it to Hettar. Scooting over beside Hettar, she wrapped her bedroll around both of them to keep warm.
Whispering so silently, only Hettar would be able to hear. "Tomorrow we see if we can find some cash, we could use some more supplies." Looking up at the ceiling, she stretched her hands out in front of her.

That's if there is going to be a tomorrow.. She thought to herself, quietly, ever prepared for some chance confrontation. Cursing herself for choosing Stumble Alley out of all places, to seek shelter for the night. Her finger gently traces the outline of the cooking knife blade hidden in the cloak sheath. If it came down to it, she would have to use it even if she didn't want to.

by **Hettar** on August 22nd, 2011, 4:52 am

Hettar was just about to atempt inserting his new marble in his ear when he was thrown off by the sight of an apple. He began eating only to hear Kyllier speak. Sitting there apple in hand he looked at her laying there, he knew she had to be hungry. Timidly he spoke, "Half..." Handing the apple to Kyllier. he could find some grass tomarrow....He made another noise curling up with his master. He could feel she wasn't to sure of her decision of staying here for the night. Hettar nuzzled her cheek reasuringly and went to sleep.

by **Kyllier** on August 22nd, 2011, 5:05 am

Kyllier smiled at Hettar and took the other half of the apple from him and took a bite out of it. Noticing Hettar's marble on the floor in front of him, she smirked and quickly snatched it up and placed it in the backpack to hold for him. Feeling her eyelids become heavy, she fought sleep, wrapping the bedroll tighter around herself and Hettar. She stared at the floorboards, tracing the outline of them with a finger, her head drooping as she kept trying to shake herself awake.

Watching Hettar sleep, she sighed, hearing a mouse squeak and move around nearby. Not like I'll be alert, or have the energy if something did happen... I guess I should get some rest too. Resting her head on Hettar's shoulder, she slowly allowed sleep to take her, praying that they would both awaken the next morning.

by **Annassena** on August 23rd, 2011, 8:02 pm

Annassena stepped daintily through the alley, her green eyes glittering as she avoided refuse and spoor, her small, graceful body food for the eyes. She was trolling for prey or conquest, but as she licked her lips and tasted the air she caught unexpected scents coming from an apparently abandoned house guarded by trash like it was a fortress.

The Dhani paused, swaying slightly as she considered this anomaly, and the shadows flitted around her to whisper of a cute little couple curled up for sleep like midget mice. The description alone was enough to pique Annassena's curiosity, and she slipped up the pile of garbage to slip into a window and drop to the floor with a light thud. She crouched, listening for sounds of someone hearing her, and ran her tongue over her lips again. She tasted the air slowly and crept warily to where the shadows said that there were people, and she stopped and watched the couple, her head tilted.

There was weakness there in the way the couple held eachother. Weakness and a tenderness she hadn't seen in a long time, not since she'd had her mate back in the Nest. Thoughts of eating this couple slowly faded, and she was content to just watch them sleep.

by **Hettar** on August 24th, 2011, 3:52 am

Hettar had woken up to a thump, his horse hearing could hear pretty much anything if he tried. He didn't move. He only opened an eye searching, he wouldn't wake Kyllier up just yet.

He slowly moved, reamoving his hoodie and shirt and, prying the knife from Kyllier, who knowing her would wake up.. He made a small noise as to shush his bondmate. his demeanor should of let her know something wasn't right.

by **Kyllier** on August 24th, 2011, 5:14 am

Feeling Hettar slide his hand into her cloak, coaxing the knife out of it's sheath, she woke up. Noticing how quiet Hettar was trying to be, Kyllier didn't move, though from Hettar's actions she knew something was very wrong. Kyllier gently placed a hand on Hettar's to make sure he didn't remove the cooking knife, but also to let him know that she was awake. Kyllier continued to fake sleeping, her muscles tensing up, getting ready to up and flee if she needed to.

Slightly opening one eye, she glanced around the room. Noticing in the shadows, a strange shape that wasn't there when she went to bed. What is that...? Kyllier had never seen anything like it before, maybe this was the reason people got out of Stumble Alley as quickly as they could.