Giat stared at the ceiling of her cottage, fiddling with the handle of her angle-knife with one hand and occasionally letting her fingers graze the blade carefully. Her eyes were notably dull with boredom and she let out a yawn, exposing her canines for a minute before closing her mouth. What to do today...? She has enough food to last the week so there was no reason to go hunting. Well, maybe a quick snack.
A grin spread across Giat's face and her eyes lit up with amusement at the thought of some mischief making. But then she frowned and rolled onto her stomach. She has been stealing from the ports and markets quite often lately, there's a good chance people will start taking some coarse of action sooner or later. Well... maybe one more little wave of mischief before gives the port workers a break. She stands up and giggles, clasping her hands around the handle of her knife. She placed the knife in her chest, on top of her clothes, and hurries out of the cottage before changing into her lynx form.
Giat sneaks to the port through West Street, slinking in and out of the back ally ways to avoid being seen. It takes her about 15 minutes to make her way to her destination and hide behind the crates and away from the eyes of any by passing workers. She decided she wasn't going to take anything, just give a few workers a good scare.
A crate slips out of someone's hands, spilling fish onto the wooden port, and she licks her muzzle. Okay, just one fish when she's on her way out - she decides. She begins creeping closer to the men, her claws unsheathed.
A grin spread across Giat's face and her eyes lit up with amusement at the thought of some mischief making. But then she frowned and rolled onto her stomach. She has been stealing from the ports and markets quite often lately, there's a good chance people will start taking some coarse of action sooner or later. Well... maybe one more little wave of mischief before gives the port workers a break. She stands up and giggles, clasping her hands around the handle of her knife. She placed the knife in her chest, on top of her clothes, and hurries out of the cottage before changing into her lynx form.
Giat sneaks to the port through West Street, slinking in and out of the back ally ways to avoid being seen. It takes her about 15 minutes to make her way to her destination and hide behind the crates and away from the eyes of any by passing workers. She decided she wasn't going to take anything, just give a few workers a good scare.
A crate slips out of someone's hands, spilling fish onto the wooden port, and she licks her muzzle. Okay, just one fish when she's on her way out - she decides. She begins creeping closer to the men, her claws unsheathed.