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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:19 pm
This is a private RP between Nisshou H's Clea and Uta's Atraiu. No posting please.  
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:36 pm
She had been taught to be silent. She had been taught to move with the winds and stick to the shadows. She had been taught by the best thief in the entire land but there was something horribly wrong with all of his teachings. For starters, Clea was not silent. On a good day she could be quiet but never silent. Moving with the wind didn't work for her, it caused the small ball binding her mane to beat against her like a drum. Her mentor had initially said it in reference to flight. That was a bigger problem in and of itself. She had no wings. Any "flight" she managed would end with her in a broken heap on the ground. Sticking to the shadows had seemed like the best advice he had to offer but there was the small problem of her coat being lighter than your average tree trunk and her horn shining like a candle whenever the moonlight struck it.
Overall every single bit of training she had received was a complete and utter failure. The biggest failure of all came from his telling her to select her targets.
Now, Clea wasn't exactly sure what the thing she had in her mouth was or where exactly she had picked it up, or when for that matter. What she did know was that it probably meant something to the angry human that were chasing her through the woods.
Her breath appeared before her eyes in short puffs that quickly vanished behind her as she shot through the dark like an arrow. Her tail shifted this way and that automatically allowing her to turn sharply to the side and squeeze her way into a cluster of trees. She did what she could to make her breathing less noisy as she sunk to the ground hoping the humans would run past her. She was glad this wasn't her test or she surely would have failed spectacularly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:17 pm
Unlike Clea, Atraiu had never been trained in the art of thievery. In fact, stealing was discouraged and forbidden among most of his herd. Thankfully for Atraiu, whenever question, he was quick to point out that he was no thief - that was such a dirty word and the accusations it implied were worse! No, Atraiu didn't steal, he merely 'borrowed' . . . If someone didn't notice their trinket was missing, then really they couldn't be that attached to it to begin with! Besides, there was just something about the gleam of something shiny, usually gold or silver, that just made his hooves itched. He never knew where others got their property or objects, and it didn't matter - all he often knew was what they had, he wanted. And if their backs were turned when he snatched it. . . so be it. Everything about 'borrowing' was a little bit exciting for the stallion. Not only did he often walk away with a shiny new trinket to gift to his sister or offer to his brother, but . . .well. . .even when chased, the rush was a thrill to him. So what if he got caught or in trouble or driven out of Kawani villages. The thought of the chase was brilliant, and left him often wanting more.
Tonight though, the stallion had just settled down for the night. With winter fast upon the land, he had taken to resting in a thick clump of trees. Not only would they offer protection if the weather turned unexpectedly overnight, but they helped keep in some heat. It was better to rest in the woods than out in the open. . . . And yet, how could one rest when someone else barged in on you!? The stallion had been idly grazing, a snack before he retired to his thoughts, when a pale figure bolted in. Whoever it was said no word, was quiet, and ducked down, completely unaware he was standing not quite fifteen feet away.
His ears caught the clumsy commotion that (appeared) to be the source of this strangers panic. Most peculiar really. . . Smirking, amused by the nights turn of events, Atraiu said nothing. He'd wait. His darker maroon coat helped hide him in the shadows of the woods, but for now, he'd not say a word. Whoever was cowering close to the ground didn't deserve to be called out. . . not yet, at any rate. Once the two-leggers passed, he'd inquire.
Until then. . . for now. . . he'd just wait.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:42 pm
Stilling her breath proved to be too much of a challenge for Clea and she resorted to holding her breath as the humans drew ever closer. Slowly her tail curled in around her body as though it would help her hide as she trained her ears on the sound of footsteps on the other side of the trees completely unaware that a little focus on her side would have been in order.
It felt like ages before the humans finally passed her hiding spot. Though the feeling may have been partially do to holding her breath for so long. Thinking herself to be completely in the clear she slowly elevated her self to peer out into the forest. Not seeing anyone and finding her comfort level steadily decreasing she finally opened her mouth and sucked in more air than was strictly necessary. Her trinket dropped from her gaping mouth and bounced off of her foot drawing her attention to it.
A necklace! So that's what she had grabbed. It was some sort of beaded necklace. The beads were dark in color and she couldn't quite make out what color that was but at the end there was some sort of carving in bone. It wasn't exactly pretty so she couldn't understand why on earth the humans would want it.
"Oh well." She said quietly bending to retrieve it. "Guess I'll bring it back then." She picked it up with her teeth and straightened before turning and dropping it not five seconds later. "Hawhwhwhawha!" Was all she managed to say before remembering that shouting was probably a bad idea when there were people after her. Right now, though, she may have been dealing with a bigger problem in the form of a sneaky stallion.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:57 am
Atraiu stayed still even after the humans moved on and away. He was smart enough to understand that they might return, or worse, have a few sneaky sorts lingering in the neighborhood. It was best not to let ones guard down, even after the main group had diverged and pushed on ahead.
Besides, he wanted to see when and if the unicorn mare would realize she'd stumbled upon his chosen (albeit temporary) plot of land. The mare in question was pale, and had a long, lion like tail. The horn that seemed to glow, even in the heart of night, was peculiar. There weren't many unicorns in his family, not really. His uncle's mate was a half-uni, but but otherwise his family seemed to consist of winds and regulars. What he wouldn't give for a golden horn his own. . . Especially one that seemed to glint as brightly as her own!
But perhaps what intrigued him most about the situation, was the fact that she had some item. A necklace of some sort, and from her murmured words, it must have been the reason why those humans went running after her! Had she stolen it!? Or perhaps only meant to borrow? A fellow treasure hunter, no doubt, which was both surprising and nerve wracking. He didn't want any competition on his chosen goods. . . . but then again, she was the first other treasure hoarder he'd met!
Assuming she actually horded her wares. From her words, she was going to give it back!?!
As soon as she turned around, he knew quite well that he'd been spotted. Especially when she dropped the beaded necklace and gave a start in exclamation! Unable to hide his amusement, the golden eyed stallion grinned at the other, giving his wings a small ruffle in joy. "Well, well," he whispered, voice low so as not to attract the attention of any lurking nearby. "I've finally been spotted. I wondered when you might notice my presence." He wasn't at all irked that his resting spot had been intruded upon, especially by such an interesting scenario.
His gaze gave Clea a look over before turning down at the treasure she held. It really wasn't very pretty, and it certainly wasn't something he would have chose, especially as he'd prefer something with a bit more glint and gleam. But who knew, perhaps this treasure was wrought in history. "Surely you're not going to give it back, especially when you haven't been caught!" He objected dryly, giving a small snort to speak of his thoughts on the matter. It was almost blasphemous. What was borrowed should remain borrowed until gifted away on someone else or caught red-hooved. At this point, Clea fell under neither category.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:08 am
Clea clamped her jaws together to avoid any further outbursts. The humans might not speak in the tongues of soquili but she didn't think, not even for a second, that they were completely deaf. Even foreign words still made sound. In her silence she eyed the stallion warily beating back any and all desire to scold him for sneaking up on her. Not having words at her disposal she settled to narrow her eyes and scrunch up her face crossly. The over all result was that she looked very much like an over grown foal. It hadn't even crossed her mind that he had been there before her arrival.
This stallion, on the other hand, didn't seem to have any problem talking. He was nice enough to keep the volume down but that didn't stop Clea from looking angrily at him the entire time. He'd snuck up on her. He deserved a little pointed unhappiness even if it was childish. He was practically made for sneaking. He was like her mentor. His pelt was mostly dark with the exception of his underside and his mane could have been made out of the night itself. He had wings too.
And nerve! He had some nerve on him commenting on her plans after creeping up behind her and scaring her out of her skin!
"Look you sneaky feather brain you!" She hissed keeping her voice down as best as she possibly could. Keeping her silence, really really not a strong point. "I took it and I'll give it back if I wanna. I don't want it. It's not pretty." And in Clea's mind that was the end of that. Sometimes she just happened to grab something that she didn't actually want and assumed others did as well. If things actually worked that way than she wouldn't actually have to explain herself as often as she did though.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:31 pm
While Atraiu's attention was most pointedly by the object the mare held in her jaws, he wasn't so distracted to miss her pouting face. The way her nose wrinkled, the way her brows knit together, she looked altogether petulant! The stallion's silver gaze couldn't help but brighten, not in offense, but absolute mirth. Whoever this stranger was, she certainly was funny! Though he himself wasn't exactly old, he would have hazarded a guess the mare was around his age - but she was acting like nothing more than an overgrown foal!
Maybe she had a quick trigger? A flash pan temper? Either way, if she thought her glowering expression was going to put him off, she was sorely mistaken.
Disregarding her look, the stallion turned his gaze once more on the beads she had snatched. It was difficult to get a good look of them in the nights shadows, but they certainly didn't gleam or sparkle like gold, nor did they have the pale touch of silver. Hmm. It only occurred to him then that the mare was actually speaking - calling him a feather brain. He gave a small, dismissive snort but didn't rise to the bait, taking a few steps closer so he might better have a look at her prize.
"First off, Blondie, my name isn't Feather Brain, it's Atraiu. Secondly, if it was so ugly then why take it in the first place!? What a waste of time and energy to snatch a prize only to give it back." He gave another snort of seemingly disgust, puzzled by the mares actions. Ugh. And his family so desperately wanted to hook him up with one. . . why ever fo!? They were useless to him, and in this mares case, seemingly a bit brainless.
((Sorry for the brevity! Getting dragged off so had to make it short. xD ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 4:08 pm
She moved to take a step back on instinct before stiffening when she realized what he was doing: getting close to the necklace. Ugly or not it was still hers to deal with and there was nothing worse than being stolen from as a thief. At least that was how things were in Clea's peculiar mind.
"It's not like I knew I had it!" She snapped back as quietly as one could snap. "If I'd known it was ugly I would've left it be obviously which is why I have to return it." There was a certain childish matter-of-fact tone to her voice as though all of this was completely normal. She had been told on several occasions by her mentor that she was anything but normal. The uni mare had just assumed he was referring to her generally painfully optimistic outlook on life. In reality he meant that she just didn't seem to function like a real soquili.
After a few more moments of stewing in her foal-like anger she bent over and snatched the necklace back up. He'd gotten his look, that was more than enough for him. For a few moments she struggled with the necklace trying to stash it somewhere that it wouldn't be so easy for him to get but would still allow for her speech.
Easier said than done.
She couldn't slip it over her head, it caught at the horn. It wouldn't stay on her tail no matter how she tried. She managed to work it around her foot but the second she moved it fell off. After a great deal of frustration she wiggled it under her sash and just hoped it stayed there.
"Well then," she started as she recomposed herself. "That is that. I'm going to return it and nothing you say will stop me."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 7:54 pm
Atraiu was both amused and absolutely appalled by what he was witnessing in this mare. On the one hoof, he could appreciate how a trinket might capture ones gaze, or cause one to wind up with a little bit of sticky hooves. Sometimes there was just no way to get around the allure of something valuable, or better yet, the adrenaline of the escape! He liked the rush of thievery, particularly when the stakes were high or he was caught in a tight corner.
But on the other hoof, this female was actually serious about giving back the necklace! It wasn't anything special from looks alone, but sometimes the most beautiful of objects weren't the most important. In this case, one had to consider that such an ugly necklace would be of little value to the two-legged tribe Clea had snatched it from. . . and yet . . . hadn't a whole rush of individuals flown by in a tizzy?
If this necklace meant nothing then why on earth would they be so set on getting it back? The only logical explaination was that it was worth something to them! That alone made it priceless, and meant that he couldn't in good conscience let her just go back. Besides which, they were on edge enough and already alert to her earlier 'attack'.
Snorting, the stallion gave a shake of his head. "It may be ugly, but it's certainly worth something to them. That obviously makes it at least a little precious. Now look here, it's already a stolen item . . how were you going to return it anyway? Just trot in to camp? You'd be a fool to go back." He chuckled, unable to resist teasing the stranger. His words weren't meant to be malicious, not at all, but Atraiu wasn't known for his tact. Tonight was clearly no exception.
"I've never met a rogue with morals." He added, golden eyes bright with amusement. "Any self-respecting thief would at least keep the item they almost fumbled on the way out. But then again, any self-respecting thief would have known exactly what it was they were after." If Atraiu was concerned about the horde of tribesmen that had only recently passed, he certainly didn't show it. They weren't his concern, after all. Clea was the one they were looking for . . . So he was safe enough. For now.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 11:45 am
Okay, maybe something he said would at least make her pause...but it still wouldn't stop her! Or at least, she hoped it wouldn't. He had a good point and if Clea was to be really fair he actually had a lot of good points. Way too many of them for her liking. If she didn't know any better she would think that he'd somehow been roped into this by Dark as some sort of weird test. That, of course, was ridiculous. Most of Dark's 'tests' seemed to be designed to get her lost or caught somewhere to see if she was clever enough to make it out. Atraiu seemed to be trying to keep her from getting into just such a mess.
Her eyes focused on the bit of necklace that was protruding from her sash. It was causing an awful lot of trouble for her and making almost perfect strangers say that she wasn't a respectable thief.
"I could...leave it somewhere they would find it...? Or...run really fast...but..." She continued tossing out half-hearted ideas while internally shooting them down. Interestingly enough her inner voice had adopted Atraiu's for the time being and it was being just downright cruel. After a while she stopped muttering to herself and stomped a foot.
"All right, genius, what would you do? And don't say keep it, Dark'll kill me if I bring back something random again." It was a bit of an exaggeration. She wasn't entirely certain Dark would even notice or care. He always seemed less patient with her when she brought back something that hadn't been the target with the target.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:52 am
Atraiu watched the mare with amusement. While he himself didn't like to categorize himself in the theif level, it was more of an excuse for the sake of his family. He came from a respectable herd, and his grandfather would have his head if he found out Atraiu had the potential to sully its name. So he did his best to keep his adventures far from the herd, and of course, to keep his reputation under wraps.
Thankfully though, his family were high in the mountains and he far from home. He wouldn't put it past them to know of his sticky-hooved nature, but at this point and junction, they were the farthest thing from his mind. Carefree, relaxed, and always looking for another thrill, Atraiu's life couldn't possibly be any more perfect.
Even with this silly sort of mare fumbling over stolen jewelry.
As she turned to him and demanded to know what he would do, his golden eyes gleamed with delight. "Clearly I wouldn't have gone blindly in to a job without knowing what I was after! BUT," he hastily added, not wanting to piss the mare off further, "I honestly would keep it. Quite frankly, the reaction alone from the two-leggers is enough to prove it is an item of worth. Just because it doesn't have an outward beauty doesn't make it terribly important to them." He gave a small shrug and nod.
"I mean, just because you blindly snatched and ran, doesn't mean what you got is entirely worthless. Look at their reaction! If it were just an apple or bag of grain, it's unlikely they would take off after you. But just look at the mess you caused - clearly its an item of value, even power. All you have to do is find out why they're panicking over the loss of some necklace."
Giving it back was not an option.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:32 am
Clea groaned and let her head droop. "I knew you were gonna say that. Even though I told you not to." She whined clearly distraught. Maybe he was right and the necklace was worth something to the humans. They could find out what it was, why it was important, who it belonged to and everything else about it but that didn't change the fact that when she got home Dark would find out it wasn't a target and get mad. He was always so prickly no matter what she did. Unless she did something perfectly there was likely to be a lecture waiting on the other end of the finish line.
As she was bemoaning her fate her brain suddenly decided that it was time to work. Dark wouldn't want it. She didn't want it. The only one who seemed to want her to keep it was Atraiu.
"Hey!" She said suddenly lifting up her head. "You take it!" It came out as an order rather than a suggestion. "You keep pointing out that it's worth something so you've got an eye for stuff like that right? So you should take it! Humans can't fly so they won't be any trouble for you right? And if they see me and I don't have it they'll think they've got the wrong gal. So you take it and everyone's happy but the humans!" It was perfect. Dark wouldn't kill her, she wouldn't have to look at the ugly thing anymore and he would get to see that it didn't go back to the humans. There were no faults!
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 1:17 pm
Atraiu's golden eyes sparkled with amusement as the mare bemoaned his words. She clearly seemed distraught over this bit of theivery, and it amused him greatly. All over one lousy necklace. Well, with any luck, maybe she'd learn her lessen when it came to sticky hooves - if you were going to steal something, it required not only finesse but thought. You just couldn't steal something for the sake if it. . . . .otherwise you wind up with worthless goods and a bad reputation.
When the inspired mare suddenly told him to take the necklace, Atraiu gave a small snort. "Me? What would I do with it. . . " On the one hoof, Atraiu did think the necklace particularly ugly. It didn't have a sparkle or shine, a gleam of importance like other trinkets that caught his eye. On the other hoof, it was a necklace all the same, and he was certain he could find someone to give it to. His dear sister would likely enjoy it, or even his mother. She had a darker coat, and many more natural tones looked nice upon her.
"Well, if you really don't want it, I certainly won't object. It's already stolen, so a change of hooves won't really hurt anyone, right?" Atraiu reasoned. Granted, pride told him not to, because he wouldn't have ever taken something so rashly . . .but it also didn't hurt to help the distraught mare. No one would ever have to know it was she who stole it. . .and besides, it might actually have some sort of neat history.
Or so he could hope.
Reaching out with his right wing, the stallion waited for Clea to pass it over. He could tuck it in to his wings as a hidden carry spot, unless he needed to take flight. Then he'd transfer it to his jaws and take flight. Honestly, he needed a new pouch. . . the last he'd had ripped and was in the process of being repaired.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:29 am
Clea fixed Atraiu with a hard stare, her face completely serious as he snorted at her suggestion. "Yes, you." She gave her head a firm nod and waited to hear his decision. He had to see that it was a good plan, right? Right. She bit her lip anxiously but he didn't keep her waiting nervously for long. She let out a sigh of relief when he agreed to take it.
"Exactly right. At this point it's already gone, what does it matter who has it now?" She grinned at him with a feeling of pride swelling up inside of her. She'd come up with an actual plan that could work! This might have been the happiest moment of her life since becoming Dark's apprentice. Clea's first taste of success achieved almost entirely by herself. She ducked her head back to tug the necklace out of her sash as gently as she could. It came free a little too easily. She tried hard not to think about how it probably would have dropped off her the moment she started walking. This was a moment of victory, not a moment to realize that she'd made yet another mistake that night.
Moving as quickly as she could she worked the necklace over the tip of Atraiu's wing. She made absolutely certain that it wasn't going to fall off the second he moved before taking a few steps back. "There, enjoy your new necklace!" She exclaimed. Now, she was free! He had it, whatever happened now was not her problem.
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