[PRP] A Thief Approaches (Amur & Lissiana)

[Phail Ninja]

Amur raised his muzzle to the air, taking in a long, deep breath. The air was chilly, winter was slowly creeping across the Kawani lands, but he liked it. The breath had a fresh, crisp tang to it, one that seemed to invigorate him, making him feel like he could do anything. The whole world was before him, and he could explore it at his leisure. A huge grin spread across his face as he considered the possibilities. There were just so many lands he could visit, so many sights to see. He couldn't wait.

His wanderlust had no doubt been inherited from his father. He was a happy-go-lucky stallion, who had tried his absolute hardest to raise Amur right. They had travelled all over together, and as a foal he'd been exposed to so many interesting sights that Amur was convinced the only thing he wanted to do now was see the rest of the world. After all, he was only a little stallion, there must surely be so much more out there that he'd never yet gotten to experience.

A pack was tied tightly around his waist, strapped on by his father's familiar, a bat who went by the name of Adenah. She was a feisty creature, with a razor sharp tongue that just loved rolling off little jabs. Amur knew he'd miss the both of them, as odd of a pair that they made. But he was determined not to miss them too much, they would cross paths again in the future! For now he was off, adventuring in this world with all of his belongings held in that little pouch. There wasn't much: a small bunch of dried berries as a tasty snack, a few pretty shells he'd collected from the beach, and a set of hand-woven bracelets set with glittering gems, crafted carefully by one of the humans who shared this land with them. Amur treasured the latter the most, as it had been a kind gift bestowed upon him when he has first encountered the strange two-legged race.

Wasteland Wyvern

 

[Wasteland Wyvern]

Lissianna was traveling along a almost freezing cold river to keep her sensitive skin from drying out. That was the last thing she needed! Dehydration and death... She'd seen the bones of those poor unfortunate fool Nixie's who hadn't gotten back to the water in time. She pitied the bleached white bones, picked over by crows and spirits knew what else.
It was very rare for her to travel far from the ocean where she made her home, but she just needed a change of scenery and a chance to get away from it all. None of the sea dwelling Seathi could get at her above sea level treasure stash and she hid it well.
Suddenly the skin on her back began to it so she dropped and rolled in the river muck, coating her vibrant blue pelt with streaks of muddy brown. She wasn't above getting dirty if it meant staying alive.
A flash of color caught her eye. A flash of orange in fact. She turned her orange eyes to look at the color that she bore some of herself. There standing far enough away but close enough she could see most of him, was a miniature stallion. He was spotted along most of his coat except for his back leg. That oddly enough looked like a tattoo. A curious quirk of the eyebrow she stepped from the river and moved closer, fin waving in the cold air.
She wasn't afraid of him seeing her. She often got very close to her victims before she stole them blind, and that pack he carried made her curious. Just what was this stallion hiding.
Adopting a sweet smile she called out in a light girlish voice, "Ho there! You friendly?" It didn't hurt to give herself a chance to run if he turned out violent.

Phail Ninja

Tag!

 

[Phail Ninja]

The friendly voice carried over to his ears, slightly startling him. Had he been so caught up in his own daydreams, he'd spaced out and not even noticed the stranger? Amur let out a laugh at his own folly, jumping at someone saying hi! How silly of him. He turned his head to better see who was approaching him. Of course he himself was friendly, but it was always better to risk a look before declaring himself. After all, he'd heard of skinwalkers and the like who liked to trick their targets, pretending to be someone sweet as an excuse to get close. And Amur had no intention of becoming walker 'fodder, no thank you.

But his eyes fell upon someone that looked about as far from a skinwalker as you could get. An Usdia, like himself, although equipped with a good set of fins. A Nixie, then! Amur was well versed in the different sub-breeds, seeing as his father was quite the explorer. Beyond that, Edan had told him lots of stories of his home lands. His dad had grown up in a secluded valley, which all the sub-breeds had only recently escaped from, so he'd told him all about their different powers and quirks. Amur himself was half-imp, though he hadn't inherited any of the traits. His sister, however, had carried a nice pair of head-wings from what he could recall.

The mare was almost entirely blue, except for her orange fins, and most interestingly she was almost entirely covered in mud. So, someone who wasn't afraid of a bit of muck! And she sounded friendly. Amur pricked his ears up, letting out a welcoming whiny. "Ho there! I am, pleased to make your acquaintance!" He gave her a charming grin, waiting back and letting her approach. "The name's Amur."

Wasteland Wyvern

Requoting so you'll see the RP :3 Gonna tag the one with Edan now~