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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:27 pm
This is a private RP for Nisshou H's Jurou and Shouta. Sorta also for Thorin Oakenshield and other dwarves. Posting without permission will get you robbed by one greedy white dragon and is not advised.  ((No worries, Shouta has an actual familiar form and can talk. Shouta alt form)) 
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:28 pm
Jurou had always loved a good traders market. It didn’t matter who was in charge of it, humans, soquili, other beasts, he loved them all. He had even quite enjoyed the one that had been entirely run by squirrels. There hadn’t been much there of interest to Jurou but watching Shouta get pegged in the head several times by enraged squirrels pelting him with acorns had made the entire trip more than worth it. The one they were browsing today wasn’t run by squirrels but by rather interesting little fellows that called themselves dwarves. They looked like ordinary draft horses with mostly naturally colored coats except each and every one of them was almost short enough to pass as an usdia. Jurou idly wondered if teasing them about their heights would serve as a good distraction… or maybe they’d attack Shouta with acorns too. It was anyone’s guess really.
”Look over here!” Jurou turned his head to look at his dragon friend as he called out. Shouta was holding up a pair of large golden cuffs with inlaid rubies the size of his eyes. Jurou whistled slightly and trotted over to better inspect the goods. It was high quality stuff, like almost everything else the two of them had gone through today, and that meant it would cost him to get them. The dwarf manning the trader’s blanket was a mean looking brown paint with pale blue eyes that seemed keen on giving Jurou and his friend the stink eye. Jurou rolled his eyes not caring if the dwarf saw him or not. He wasn’t looking to barter with these people; it was a waste of time having nothing to trade himself.
Oh sure, he looked like he came from a good home with his nice, clean coat and hair ornaments. The truth of it was that he hadn’t had a home for years now. He preferred to roam from place to place. There was always something to see and with Shouta at his side living well on the road was easy. The dragon was an irritant at points but his uses outweighed his obnoxious tendencies.
“C’mon Shou, we’re just looking today. No touching now.” He nodded at the dragon to put the bracelets back giving him a wink as he did so. It would be good to remember these.
“Sorry sir.” Shouta said flashing his best puppy dog eyes at the dwarf. “They’re real nice though.” He was making his way over to Jurou when the clerk gruffly insisted that she was, in fact, a mare. Shouta stopped and stared at the dwarf for a solid minute before exclaiming, “WHAT?!”
Jurou clamped his teeth down on the fur at the base of his neck and lifted the dragon of the ground. The end of Shouta’s tail dragged on the ground as Jurou hastened out of the dwarvish mare’s sight, he could still hear her screeching. He’d have to scratch that mark off the list. She’d definitely remember Shouta now. Once the mare’s cries were but a whisper on the wind Jurou set Shouta on the ground and resumed his walking.
“You have to be more careful or everyone’s gonna remember our faces.” Jurou said taking care to keep his voice down so that by passers didn’t hear him. “There’s no point coming to these things if you’re gonna keep getting us in trouble.”
Shouta stuck out his tongue. “It’s not my fault! All the ladies look like lords and I’m not about to go around checking you donkeys for your parts!”
Jurou rolled his eyes and kept walking. “You know, one of those donkeys you keep insulting might decide you need to get trampled. I hear they don’t like dragons in these parts.”
“They can shove it up their rear holes the bunch of racists!”
Jurou snorted loudly drawing a few curious looks. “And calling us donkeys isn’t racist?”
Shouta doesn’t respond at first though his eyes start to dance mischievously. “You oughta know that you all look like asses to me by now.” He quipped before climbing up onto Jurou’s back. “You’re all blind to. Take a look at that!” He set his clawed paws on either side of Jurou’s head and turned it to look at a stall that seemed to be dealing in vegetables.
At first Jurou wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking at and then he spotted it. There was a dwarf looking over the vegetables with a look of utter confusion on his face. Jurou was going to guess that he was a male given that he was larger than a good 95 percent of the market population. Shouta was right though; it was painfully difficult to tell. The presumed stallion was entirely black except for a few streaks of silver in his mane. He stood there like he owned the place and if the flustered mannerisms of those around him were anything to judge by he may very well have.
The stallion, however, was not as interesting as what he wore around his neck. There was a jewel at least the size of Shouta’s head hanging on a golden chain with thick fur attached to that. More importantly the damn jewel was glowing.
“What do you think, General? That worth a few big favors?”
Shouta began to purr as he rubbed his little paws together.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 3:11 pm
Night did not come swiftly like a galloping horse but instead like a slug: agonizingly slow. Jurou lay in wait behind a thick cluster of trees watching for a signal from Shouta.
Two days ago, they had managed to follow the wealthy stallion throughout the marketplace without being seen, to anyone passing by they would have looked like every other soquili out looking to trade this or that for something or other. It got a bit trickier once the dwarf stallion had moved back into the guarded slopes that only dwarves were allowed into. Jurou looked plenty bulky thanks to his copious amounts of fur but there would be no passing himself off as a dwarf, he was too tall and had far too many traits that kept him from looking the part. Jurou and Shouta had picked that moment to split up.
Shouta had continued to tail the dwarf. Taking full advantage of his slim, flexible body and claws the dragon was able to scale trees and slip behind clusters of rocks to avoid being seen. If more than his mane had been black he would have had an easier time with it but he was no stranger to keeping out of sight. And if anyone had seen him they would have never believed their own eyes, so strange was he. He stayed in no place for longer than a blink of an eye. All day Shouta had followed after him until whatever duties the stallion seemed to have concluded for the day. Then he had followed him up to a nicely secluded area at the crest of one hill. It was lined with a veritable fence of tall trees grown close to one another and patrolled by more guard soquili.
Shouta had escaped their notice easily as he worked his way up one tree and down the other side. The area beyond the tree-fence was picturesque, plenty of solitary trees and wide spaces in which to run or graze. Off to one side Shouta could see the unmistakable makings of a waterfall, a pool it spilled into, and a little river. Fancy digs for the owner of a fancy jewel. Shouta had only wasted a few more moments scoping the place out before returning to Jurou to report.
Jurou had spent the next full day formulating a plan for how to get himself past the guards, into the secluded home of their wealthy target, and snatch the jewel. The plan he arrived at went as so: take the long way out until there are fewer patrols and slip in, hike through the forest to not have to dodge a second set of guards, find a hiding spot on the estate and wait for nightfall, Shouta will signal when the stallion’s guard is down, knock out the stallion, take the jewel, and run like hell before the stallion wakes up.
The plan had seemed solid yesterday. As Jurou was sneaking in he ended up having to double back far more often than he would have preferred, the guards’ rounds were less predictable than he had imagined. Once he was past those outer border patrols things got much easier. They didn’t post many guards in the woods, their mistake, and those guards were noisy and easy to hide from. Before long Jurou had found himself inside the fenced off area Shouta had described. He had even arrived with time to spare.
It was time he spent watching the inhabitants of the area. First, two golden stallions, one with dark hair and one with light, spar against one another before wandering off to get food. They had reappeared some time later getting scolded by a mare even darker in coat than the stallion they were targeting. A third golden stallion had appeared trying to soothe the mare but he was chased off not long after leaving the other two to suffer through it. Jurou could sympathize, honestly, mares were so temperamental. After that bit of entertainment faded nothing happened. No one came back. There wasn’t so much as a bird for Jurou to watch so the rest of his afternoon and evening passed by in total, mind-numbing, agonizing boredom.
Once night had set in Jurou perked up, but as the hours ticked by Jurou had to wonder, where was the stallion and where was Shouta?
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 3:37 pm
Shouta was meant to signal Jurou and let Jurou do the taking. That’s how things always worked between the two of them. Jurou was bigger. Jurou could actually knock out a target so that they two of them could get what they wanted. Jurou could barrel his way through a blockade of other soquili without much trouble and all Shouta had to do was hold on and ride Jurou out. In most cases that size was their best advantage. This was not most cases, not by a long shot. Shouta had been the stallion’s shadow ever since he crossed through the gap in the tree fence. He had stopped to eat with two of his fellows and a raccoon. He had briefly discussed his day with them and then he had wandered off alone. Shouta was going to go back to Jurou and set their plan in motion but something beautiful happened, the stallion stopped at the pool and removed everything he was wearing before stepping into the water. It was just too perfect of an opportunity to pass up, the dwarf’s back was turned and everything!
Moving as quiet as a butterfly’s wing beats Shouta closed in on where the jewel rested. Then, much like the snake he was occasionally compared to, Shouta struck. He snatched up the shining jewel with his front paws and raced off into the night with a toothy grin on his little face.
Jurou was about to call it quits and assume Shouta had been nabbed. Shouta was a good partner but it was every man for himself. They both understood that if they got into trouble it was up to them to get themselves out of trouble. The only exception was when the plan involved them getting into trouble. He had just started to turn when Shouta appeared on the horizon.
“Finally.” Jurou muttered to himself moving out from cover, and then he noticed that Shouta’s paw was glowing. He did a double take. No, Shouta’s paw wasn’t glowing, but what was inside his grubby little claws was. He’d gotten the jewel. He’d just gone and taken it without Jurou’s help. This was not good.
“The stallion?” Jurou asked urgently as Shouta skittered to a stop in front of him and held out the jewel for inspection.
“Takin’ a bath.” Shouta replied cockily. “Didn’t even know I took it!”
Jurou clenched his jaw and looked anxiously in the direction from where Shouta had come. He didn’t hear anyone sounding an alarm or charging over the hill to get them so clearly Shouta had been sneaky enough. Still, Jurou didn’t want to be around when the theft was discovered.
“C’mon, let’s get outta here before they notice.” He said. Jurou didn’t flinch as Shouta climbed up onto his back and dug his claws into his mane. “Good work, General, now let’s find some’un who wants it.” Without another word Jurou took off up the mountain slopes where there wouldn’t be guards or other folk nosing about wanting to know how they got it. Where they were going no one would likely ask many questions about the jewels origins, they cared about legitimate trades about as much as Jurou and Shouta.
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