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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 9:00 pm
 Ezio smirked as he slowed to a walk with the fish in his mouth. He had to admit, this had to be his best heist ever. It was over before the man could even blink. Serves him right. Coming out into the wilderness then leaving your catch un-guarded. Ezio had been hungry and about to go fishing when he spotted the human not to far from him with a fishing pole and by the looks of fish he had already caught he was doing well. Being around humans before Ezio knew a fisherman when he spotted one and rather then get his nice cloths all wet he wen't with an easy meal. He waited till the mans back was turned and put his skills to use. It was just one fish, he wasn't going to miss it. Stopping at a tree he sat down and placed the fish on the ground and eyed it with a smile.
"A fine catch if I do say so myself."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:01 pm
 Focused red eyes followed the movements of the male as he meandered through the bushes. It did not take the white vixen long to figure out his intentions; they were far too obvious, and much like her own. She watched as he prowled along, quietly, apparently, for the human was unaware of his presence. Unlike the oblivious human, however, she could see him clearly, and she was curious to see how this male handled the task at hand. Though she was an accomplished thief, she always loved to learn, and even though stealing fish from a silly human was child's play, there were always bits and pieces of other's techniques she could implement into her own art. Although, she did note the other's choice of clothing; she made it her duty to inform him those clothes were anything but inconspicuous, especially in the forest... not like her pristine white fur was any more discreet. A frown tugged at the ends of her lips, her nose wrinkling. Maybe it would be better to keep that comment to herself, after all.
It was not long before the other had succeeded, and quickly darted off with his prize. The human remained unaware. She stifled what would have been an audible chuckle; humans were so pathetic. They could not hear a lion roar from five feet away. Although, she could not help but wonder why the thief decided on to take all that the human had caught? He would have certainly gotten away with it. She looked out, eyes quickly finding the thief among the trees. He had not run more than a couple hundred meters away before resting at the base of the tree to eat. She smirked. It was time she taught this child how adults get work done.
She rose, stretching on the branch and letting out a huge, inaudible yawn before straightening back up and observing the human, tail slowly swaying back and forth. This was an easy target, a humble fisherman whistling to the wind. She then descended the rather tall tree, quickly landing on the forest floor. She did not waste a second, and she dashed off to the lake, quickly arriving. Eyes intently gazed at the human from behind, boring into his back. The idiot. She was almost too bored to continue, for this was not even a challenge, but she resolved to follow through; she had to find this other boy and teach him how to truly steal. It did not take long. She silently prowled over, took the handle in her mouth, lifted, and quietly sauntered off. It was a very relaxed steal, and she had gotten a good number of meters away before she heard the, "What the ********> that was the human's reaction. She could not understand him, of course, but the tone of his voice was enough to inform her of his distress. A smirk played on her lips, evident even though she carried a basket in her mouth. She did not even bother to quicken her pace; the human would never know. They never did.
It did not take her long to find the other male feasting on the fish. She did not immediately make her presence known, however. She first left the basket of fish among the bushes, then shook her hair, allowing it to fall back into place. She then flexed her claws, and finally prowled out into the open. With a smirk plastered on her maw, she ambled over, her pace relaxed, eyes fixed on the male, tail swaying elegantly behind her. "Enjoying your meal?" she finally spoke, tone sweet as honey, but laced with a teasing undertone. "It doesn't seem like it would satisfy a male of your stature."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:41 pm
He was in the middle of feasting on his fish when something blocked the sunlight that he was sitting in. He blinked for a moment then looked up when he heard a female voice. A rather... attractive female voice at that. The moment he spotted her he couldn't help but grin. She was an attractive looking vixen and by the looks of it not only attractive but skilled. He could tell by the fact that she had managed to get the fish the human had caught away from him with out being caught. He sat up straight presenting himself as best he could for a male who had just stolen a fish and eaton about half of it. He smiled at her.
"Si... I happen to be enjoying it quite well." he looked at his fish then up at her. "forse...(perhaps)" He shrugged. "But it is quite a big fish. I see you have also caught sight of the human on the river." He looked looked at the bucket.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 12:59 am
She laughed a charming laugh as he attempted to straighten himself out, obviously caught off guard by her appearance. She found that funny, but when he spoke, humor quickly changed to curiosity, and she blinked, raising an eyebrow. Was that Italian she heard? She smirked, a slight chuckle escaping her. Italy was infamous for its pickpockets and thieves, the slyest of devils with the slickest hands. At least, that was the reputation the human thieves had earned; the foxes had no such reputation. Why? They were just so slick that they never got caught. The poor victims never had a clue what stole their precious goods, whether it be food, leather, gold, or anything else of value, and it was better that way. The thievery never stopped, just as she liked. She had visited Italy once, many moons ago, and she could safely say that she could compete with the best of the thieves. The thought brought her deep satisfaction, knowing she was among the best of them. She could not help but wonder if this male was like those she knew back in Italy. He was apparently a skilled thief, at least skilled enough to steal food when necessary, even if the victim was a senseless, oblivious human, but she could not help but be curious. How adept was this male?
"I did," she replied, taking the basket with her tail and sauntering closer towards him. Her pace was relaxed, for this male seemed anything but aggressive, and Avaritia prided her ability to read others. "You only stole one fish, instead of the entire basket..." she mused, coming to a gentle stop a yard or two away from the other. "Take advantage of all the opportunities life gives you, my friend." She noticed his eyes fall on her bounty, and smirked, setting her basket down, gaze resting on his fish. "And I still don't believe that fish satisfies you. Care for another? I can't eat all of these alone." It was not like her to give away things for free, but it was less like her to let things go to waste. It was not like she could put the fish back in the water. And she wished to know more about this male. What was a native Italian doing so far away from home? She decided to touch the topic. She sat down, red eyes fixed on his brown ones. "You are Italian, yes?" she asked with a flick of her tail. She knew he must be; the accent was very distinct, and unique. That, and she would never forget the ravishing language of the Italians. The words were so charming, rolling so easily off the tongue in the most fluid manner. She knew bits and pieces of the language, but not enough hold a full conversation. Oh, how she wished to learn. But no matter. That desire was not the concern at the moment. What she desired more was to learn about this male, and his art. She wished to see if he was as she remembered the old Italian masters she somehow surpassed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 3:25 pm
Ezio could tell she was rather amused at the fact he had only taken one fish. He couldn't blame her. After all he knew the one fish wouldn't be enough to fill his hungry belly. He should have tried for more before the human turned around. He knew it would have been easy to take the entire bucket but even the human needed to eat. He wasn't about to take the whole catch. The human had worked hard on catching that fish. Of course when she mentioned taking advantage of all opportunities he couldn't help but smirk.
"Wise words... but I would have felt bad for the human. He worked all day catching those. I know I would be pretty angry if I worked all days catching fish and someone came along a took MY whole catch." He chuckled. "And some how she seems to know how much I can eat." He was of course talking about the fact she knew that one fish wouldn't be able to fill him up. "And she offers her spoils? How did I get so lucky?" He walked over to her. "Si." He looked at her surprised that she knew he was Italian. "Come fai a saperlo?(How did you know?) I have not run into many who know about Italia. Do you yourself come from Italia?" He was quite happy to have met someone who seemed to know he was from Italy.
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