Contents: Soggy, ruined documents, remains of cloth, a gold watch, one pair of broken glasses, an engagement ring (fat diamond and white gold) and a silver bird necklace.
His feet dug into rough sand and rock with invisible appreciation as he turned around to lay eyes on the following lady and her – yes, he perceived it as hers, as this had been her little quest – newfound treasure. His gilded, bottlebrush tail swung behind him, though more to banish wet salt than to express a merry mood. His frame of mind hadn’t changed since he had approached her. His glorious pelt was moist with sea water and dirt quickly gathered against his footpads, but it wasn’t something unmanageable. A small dip in freshwater would suffice.
Dark claws roughly scratched against the shiny surface of the primitive tool he’d found, but Draugr still approached with the suitcase and stepped back. The man squatted down in front of the strange human artefact, and let patient fingertips travel across its alien surface. Having spent a considerable amount of time scouring departed human towns for parts for China’s gift, he was somewhat familiar with locks and closed things. The hybrid had been quick to discover that objects viewed as valuable were more likely to be imprisoned in storages armoured with locks that either required one to turn small wheels to match symbols (something he’d never managed to guess successfully) or a key of some kind.
The lock on this particular item seemed to be just by the handle – a part of the item’s body. Sunset eyes squinted slightly, and both hands were on the dull rock as he gently placed it directly over the spot where he intended it to hit. Only once did his eyes flicker to the woman and the freshly reappeared feline, before he lifted the rock and struck in a fluid, almost elegant motion. Hard tremors pulsed through his hands at the time of impact, and a sharp metallic sound lashed against his sensitive eardrums. Blond hybrid ears quickly flattened as he, without visible hesitation, lifted the rock to strike again.
He paid absolutely no attention to the female’s audible reaction, for his focus was fully on the item and his simple job. At the third strike, the rusted metal gave in, and the lock had been reduced to something unusable. Pale fingers let go of the stone and brushed against each other instinctively, to rub away some of the ache. Quietly, he turned the briefcase around so that its mouth faced her and not him. It was Draugr’s treasure, after all. Just as quickly, he opened it, allowing her to be the first to gaze upon its contents. Fresh lines of seawater tickled down his palms, but the ground beneath the item drank whatever liquid escaped.
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