Ah, night time. The time when every noul would be asleep, as well as their companions. Not too many remained awake as the moon rose over homewood. These were the best times for those shunned by its inhabitants to raid for something to eat. This night a pale coated buck slunk through the trees and bushes rustling not a leaf as he passed. His equally pale colored eyes watched the shadows for movements as he went. Awuor prowled around the place he had considered to be a home in thought, but he didn't think he could accept its 'warmth'. He was a greedy Noul, taking what he wanted from others, even destroying things at times.. He needed not their pity, nor their charity. He was his own Noul! "These fools don't know how great the night time is." he muttered stopping at the entrance of someone's home.
He spied the family sleeping soundly, a couple of parents wrapped around what he could only imagine a couple of foals. A quite snort came from the Palomino buck as he pressed on, he was here for supplies, nothing more. Rounding a small pile of boulders, Awuor stopped as he heard something coming from the other side. Stepping back into the bushes letting his markings blend into the moon dappled surroundings.
'Can you believe it? The doe thought I was ready for a family already," laughed another buck as the pair came into sight.
Blast, seemed that there were others out. Scouts he supposed as they passed him by, talking aimlessly of does and families. This made Awuor snort again after they were out of ear shot. They had no idea what they were talking about. If someone wanted something, take it or destroy it so no one could have it. If the doe had wanted a family with him, he would have taken it. Locked her up in his hovel of a home and had as many kids as he wanted.
Shaking his head, there were no does for him. Just as there was little use for these gifts that were so easily thrown about. What good was it to heal the dead planet? They had all that was needed in the one spot, the rest of the world could burn for all he cared. Dark thoughts invaded Awuor's mind as he peeked out of his hiding place. The coast was clear and he once more headed off to find things that were reasonably edible.
Stopping close to an herbalist's home, their gardens always hosted many things that were useful to a hermit like himself. And was also fun to wreck havoc in the wake of taking things. Glancing around the clearing, he spied the home of the garden owner, seemed they were as passed out as the rest of Homewood. Jackpot....
Stepping into the clearing, Awuor started pulling herbs here and there from the ground, roots and all. Some breaking at the stems others just pulling free with little effort. While reaching for a clump of Heytheria plants, Awuor stopped and glanced at a new herb he had yet to ever see growing in Homewood. This one was as strange as ever, the deep green of the leaves to the spotty markings around its surface.
"Hello there little treasure, what sort of plant are you? he asked it as if the herb would talk back. "Won't matter, you are coming with me, one way or another." he grinned.
Whelp, that was something he would be taking with him. Stepping away from the plant that was bound to make him ill before he even left the clearing. He pulled the new herb from its place and tucked it into his sack. Looking around the clearing, he had left the place a wreck, it would take time for these to grow back again. With a small grin on his face, he headed to leave, on the way knocking over any clay pot that held small seedlings to crash to the ground in a clatter. The more the mess the better to him.
With that, Awuor headed back towards the barrens and his hovel. His spoils plundered and the garden in ruins. He would be back again another night to find other things to make nouls miserable. For now... He had to leave before he was found and tossed back out to the barrens by his tail and his spoils reclaimed.
"Fools need to tighten up their security if this was easy. Just two guarding the whole of homewood?" if only it were that simple. Not really wanting to risk his luck, Awuor was out and gone.
WC: 773
