Thief in a Wagon
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OOC Nov 23 midday


Terra was feeling pretty good. She'd managed to acquire a good dagger that worked, and had trained in how to use it. Granted, she wasn't very good at it yet, but Terra could fight now, even if it was rather clumsy. Humming to herself Terra stepped through the woods, snapping playfully at the squirrels. She was starting to get hungry, but she wouldn't be able to catch something very easily. Hunting took a lot of effort for her. Often she failed, leaving her more hungry than before. It was easier to find corpses, or just take from someone else.


Terra sniffed the air, finding smoke. Wagging her tail Terra bounded forward. Where there was smoke, there was fire and food. At least that was her assumption. Alder had been eating when she'd found him sitting by the fire, so her mind told her that's what people did with fire. Cautiously she crept to the edge, peering in. A wagon was there, with some kind of horse. At least it looked like a horse. It didn't smell like one at all. Did that mean it was food? Terra's mouth watered at the thought. It really was a shame she wouldn't be able to take it down on her own. Lifting her head Terra checked the area. Was the owner nearby?

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Chione Keisari

ooc text. first part before Terra approaches; second is after that



Chione was a bit tired from the short day of travel, and so was Mora. As soon as they parked the wagon, she let the brownish mule walk off before setting down camp.

Fire set, ashe got inside, fetched a pot with water, her olive bow, bamboo arrows and jade dagger, plus a thick cloak made with reindeer fur, and left. She did have food stored, but nothing like fresh meat! The black and white female climbed to the top of her wagon, and took a deep breath in the chilling night air. Many scents to track down, but a strong scent of sport not that far nor that old caught her attention. There was also a tender scent of wolf close by, but she'd be back soon. Being a loner could toughen up the most tender of souls. Which was her case; cute and loving as she was, most don't get to meet her darker self.

The emperor wolf threw the cloak over her back and pushed the hood over, buttoning the hollow designed for her ears, the preserved antlers julting out. The girl made a habit of cooking the cloak with scent-nulling herbs every now and then, so it would mask most of her scent. She left the pot open and close to the fire; if it grew too much, Mora was smart enough and carefully taught to put it out. The femme sent a warm goodbye smile and delivered soft paps over the horse-donkey hybrid's haunches, and raced off towards the source of the herd's scent.

........

Back from the short hunting, the girl had one of her usually white hands dirty with dry blood, one arm dragging a doe by the hind legs, head dragging behind her, blood dirtying her reindeer cloak. It was pretty young and small enough to carry, but still a burden on the small luperci's back. On her other hand, a frightened-looking young fawn. Brown eyes pratically popping out of their orbs, darting back and forth, ears glued to the back of its head.

The Keisari never meant to kill a doe with fawn, but she had a nasty-looking broken leg, and the female was surprised she was even still alive, much less the fawn as well. It was a favor, really. After all, what other predator would spare the little one's life, huh?

She was still a way behind, but the smoke was clear enough in the dark sky. Oh yes, this dow was more than enough for her. And with winter coming, better to start piling up enough food, just in case. The wind shifted, and the strong notes of a strange wolf snaked in her nosetrils. A guest? Or.... a thief? The penguin-like traveler was welcoming to new acquaintances, but being a lonesome merchant usually made her wary of most sneaking into her camp just like that. Since Mora didn't sound off the alarm, it was fine; smart mule, best guard.

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The camp was clear. There was the scent of a wolf around, but it wasn't the strong scent of someone who was actually there, rather the scent of someone who had recently left. Terra didn't know how much time she'd have until the owner returned. Swiftly she darted into the wagon, careful not to disturb anything. She held her breath, waiting to see it she'd disturbed anything. The wagon hadn't moved though, and the strange horse/food hadn't moved.


Terra looked around, shocked by what she saw. There were so many pretty things! She nudged a pile of colorful cloth before pushing it over and finding a small necklace. It really was pretty. Terra held it in her mouth, trying to figure out how to put it on, before she spotted the stored food. Dropping the necklace she darted over, and grabbed the meat. It was in small pieces, which was a shame. That meant she couldn't just take it and run. Instead she focused on swallowing as much of it as she could. The necklace she'd grab on her way out.

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Chione Keisari

ooc text. don't mind chio much, she won't shoot just out of anything.



Sounds came from behind. Mora shifted an ear and, as soon as she noticed someone unknown was invading the cart, she turned her whole body towards the cart and let out a loud scream, standing on her hind legs, kicking her front hooves for a while before darting to the chariot, exposing her teeth and neighing loudly, trying to keep the invader trapped, not leaving much of a escape route for the thief.

Chione heard the mayhem and dropped the kill and made a run for it, the fawn held tight on one arm while the other reached for her bow and an arrow. No one messes with her stuff and goes away with it!

Not a minute later, she was at the small clearing, Mora throwing quite a tantrum As soon as the equine hybrid noticed her, she backed off, making space for the approaching oriental master. The emperor girl dropped the fawn on Mora's feet, where it lied still, clearly too terrified to move because of all that mess. Chio climbed the chariot in one swift leap, bow and arrow at the ready, usually warm and sweet eyes turned hard, deadly precise aim locked on the intruding wolf's chest. With a quick, trained mind, she evaluated the situation. The thief had been caught off her guard. Her eyes were still adjusting with the fire glow shyly lighting the inside of the wagon, but it was more than enough for her. The unknown wolf was a mixture of brown, black and reddish auburn. She hadn't explored much of the chariot; just a few cloths out of place, a necklace on the ground, one of Chio's meat supply pots open, part of the content still on the thief's bloodied mouth. A low growl shaped on the black and white shewolf, white teeth slightly unsheated.

"W'ht do ye think yer doin' in me wag'n, chump?" She inquired, her squealing voice not doing much to make her sound so scary. At least her bloody, messy self, face sheltered by a heavy durry hood, antlers and all would be enough. "W'll?!" The short luperci pressed, strong fingers pulling the bow at its full lenght.

Long range weapons weren't the best approach in such a tight situation, but if the other made any suspicious move, it was just a question of letting go of the arrow. And in such a close range, it was likely the sharp stone tip would go through the intruder's chest, if not completely through.


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OOC


She'd been caught! Terra hastily swallowed the last bit of meat before facing the angry owner. It was a short hybrid facing her in optime form. Terra let out a small sigh. Bows were rather annoying, and it was the second time she'd been on the receiving end. It was a good thing she'd been practicing dodging. Hearing the question Terra stared in disbelief. Why would she ask such a question? Terra felt it was pretty obvious what she was doing. The owner could be an idiot, but she figured it was more likely she'd just been caught off guard by her raiding.


Not one to stick around in this situation Terra examined her surroundings. The wagon was small, which meant less maneuvering room. The walls were cloth though, so she could tear through them. Terra dropped her ears back, whimpering helplessly. Admittedly she'd been caught red handed, but the submission touched an instinct few wolves could resist, telling them they'd won. She waited patiently for the wolf's choice, muscles secretly tensed for a quick get away. As soon as the bow was moved Terra would tear through the cloth and get out of there.

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Chione Keisari

ooc text. ...



The wolf in front of her dropped her ears and whimpered, emerald eyes staring back at her ina silent plea. The asian girl noticed the change of stance; she was going to jump through the walls. Ooh no, she wouldn't. She was not gonna wreck her precious chariot.

"Not go'n' fall f'r that ol' trick, oh no." She spoke, not moving her bow a single inch. She stood the pose for a little while, but then sighed. "Alrigh'. 'm not goin' t' harm ye if ye step 'ut 'ere. C'mon, let's talk this 'ut, r'ght?" The short luperci offered, still not moving the bow until she was sure the other would agree. One ear shifted backwards, searching for Mora's sound. From what she could muster, the mule was caring for the scared out fawn.

Her eyes, so hard before, warmed up to the thief. Most would have slashed out at the thief, but right now, she didn't want to.

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She wants to talk it out? That was the craziest thing Terra had ever heard. She wasn't happy that the girl had spotted her trick, but talking it out just seemed absurd. The bow was still pointed at her though, so Terra would go along with it. Heck, her captor could have asked her to sing and she would have tried, and Terra has a horrible singing voice! Alright. Terra didn't move a muscle from her submissive position. Dealing with one arrow wound was enough to make sure she didn't want another.


Of course Terra had absolutely no intention of sticking around. Being allowed out of the wagon would just make escape that much easier. Tearing through things was a pain, and slowed her down. If the wolf thought they could just talk it out and let her out of the wagon she was all for it. Her ear twitched at the noise outside. The weird horse/food was doing something to another creature. Was the owner of this wagon mad? That would be just her luck, getting caught by someone like that. Terra definitely wasn't sticking around if that was the case.

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Chione Keisari

ooc text. ..



The intruder accepted and moved forward. Chione backed up with sure steps, giving space for the other, though her bow was still at ready, in case the other tried anything. As soon as they were outside, she relaxed her stance. The other could run away anytime, for all she cared. As long as the thief wouldn't make anymore damage, the emperor didn't much care.

She turned her head to inspect the two creatures not so far off. Mora had lied down and was licking the fawn's neck affectionaly, and the little thing looked much more relaxed, rubbing it's black nose on the mule's neck, enjoying the attention. the oriental female smiled at the scene, squeeing inside. With one hand, she moved the cape's hood off her face. "Well then, I 'ave just down'd a doe. Want t' share, while we talk th's out?" The short luperci asked casually, a small smile finally forming on her face. "But if ye wish t' leav', then do it. Ye'll just be losin' a g'ud meal." She commented, crossing her arms in a waiting stance. She wasn't going to leave that sneaky trickster alone just give her another chance to rob her again. And if she accepted, she would have to help carrying back the carcass.

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Terra was relieved as she was allowed to back out of the wagon. With a soft jump she landed noiselessly on the grass. The girl lowered her bow then. Terra would have made to run then, but the words she said made her hesitate. A deer?A fresh killed deer would certainly taste better than old meat. She had stolen from this girl though. By all rights her backside should have resembled a porcupine. Instead there was the offer of a good meal. It was confusing. Maybe the girl wanted some repayment for the meat she'd eaten. The short hybrid had been interrupted during a hunt.


Glancing over she spotted a fawn, happily nuzzling up to the horse/food. Things just got stranger. Did this wolf collect the weak or something? Terra straightened herself. She wasn't someone to be pitied. She might not be able to hunt, but she could fend for herself all the same. Besides, she was trying to learn. Why would you ask a thief to share a meal with you? Terra wasn't ashamed of what she'd done, besides getting caught. Terra would just work on improving her stealth then, so it wouldn't happen the next time. If the wolf wanted an apology she wouldn't get one.

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Chione Keisari

ooc text. ..



"Y's, a deer." She nodded firmly, shifting her bow to rest across her shoulder. She was supposed to fight the stranger off and chase her away, and rightfully so. But something on her told her not to. Something she couldn't grasp, but it was still there, not even allowing her the slightest of agrressive posture.

"Why?" She repeated, taken aback by the questions. Good lord, why question? At best, just take the offer, and be happy not to be fighting and/or running for your life! "W'll, because 'm not in the mood t' chase ye off, and because I can't eat it by meself." She spoke quickly, clearly eager to take that off the way so to get back to her kill, certain that scavengers would have found their way to the carcass. "So...? Ye comin' or n't?" She said, turning towards the path she came from, a slightly stern line on her brow. It was more rethorical than anything.


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Still suspicious Terra followed the female into the woods. Just as she'd said, there was a deer, freshly killed. It hadn't been a trap to torture her or punish her. Still, Terra didn't know what was wanted from her. She couldn't accept that someone would help her for no reason, especially after she'd wronged them. Terra considered shifting so she could help carry the deer back, but decided it'd be too risky. The danger to her life had been too close for her to feel that she could shift without risking being shot at.


Patiently Terra sunk her teeth into the deer and began tugging it back towards the encampment. Her ears remained trained on the small hybrid the entire time, not trusting her to not turn around and strike. She'd lived this life long enough to know that thieves and scavengers were unwelcome, and most would kill them when they found them. Being both Terra was even more suspicious of strangers who acted well. Besides, she still wanted the pretty necklace she'd found. Her host wouldn't be nearly as forgiving if she knew that.

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