Naaz
I'm the goddamn hero
The night was dreary in the city, the sort of night where gentle rain and a light fog seemed mandatory. The skyscrapers jutted upwards on the horizon, shining like a hundred candles against the inky blackness of the sky, offering safety to those who could afford it, and towering over those who couldn't.
Kaleb was in a less affluent district of the city, where the buildings rarely rose above three stories, not that it mattered: it was a relatively crime free neighborhood, all the people knew each other, and more importantly, the children were safe. Magic was used for the people, not against them, and most people had protective sigils, expensive items that offered some protection from wrongdoers. Kaleb was one of these wrongdoers, and he was fairly certain they wouldn't protect anyone from him.
He prowled the streets in his wolven form, his fur a jet black, in stark contrast to his pearl white teeth, and golden yellow eyes. There was the gentle click - clack of his claws as they tapped the road, a threatening sign to anyone nearby. His eyes scanned the street like searchlights, taking in the nice houses, the well kept gardens, and the fancy cars. This was a much nicer district than the one before, a place full of decrepit shacks and rotting hovels, nowhere even he would sleep, and he was not too picky.
He walked along the streets a while longer, the rain dampening his fur and slickening it against his body. It took him a while to find something, and it turned out to be better than espected: a young girl, books in arm and a bright yellow light emitting from her palm: some sigil no doubt. The wolf would have grinned if it's mouth would have allowed it, but it settled for a slight movement of the tail. He followed the girl around some street corners, keeping far enough back that she wouldn't see him, but close enough that he wouldn't lose her. The rain prevented him from following her by smell alone, and the fog was reducing his visibility; not by too much though.
It took a few minutes for an opportunity to present itself, in the form of a narrow, overgrown alley, leading alongside a house. He saw here wrestling with the decision to go down or not, but eventually, she gave in. It was late, and she no doubt wanted to get home. Anxious parents would be waiting, and Kaleb had no problems letting them down.
He waited until the girl was onto the grass of the alleyway, and followed her, the soft ground masking the sound of his claws. He waited until they were halfway down the alley, and barked once, crouched towards the ground, and started growling, some fearsome sound coming from, the back of his throat, some five or the mares behind the girl. She jumped, slowly turned, and saw the golden orbs in the night time. It took her about half a second to drop the books and run, and for that, Kaleb was thankful: it was boring having to wait for the prey to react.
He barked once more, more like a joyous dog this time, and sprinted after her, tail wagging furiously.
Kaleb was in a less affluent district of the city, where the buildings rarely rose above three stories, not that it mattered: it was a relatively crime free neighborhood, all the people knew each other, and more importantly, the children were safe. Magic was used for the people, not against them, and most people had protective sigils, expensive items that offered some protection from wrongdoers. Kaleb was one of these wrongdoers, and he was fairly certain they wouldn't protect anyone from him.
He prowled the streets in his wolven form, his fur a jet black, in stark contrast to his pearl white teeth, and golden yellow eyes. There was the gentle click - clack of his claws as they tapped the road, a threatening sign to anyone nearby. His eyes scanned the street like searchlights, taking in the nice houses, the well kept gardens, and the fancy cars. This was a much nicer district than the one before, a place full of decrepit shacks and rotting hovels, nowhere even he would sleep, and he was not too picky.
He walked along the streets a while longer, the rain dampening his fur and slickening it against his body. It took him a while to find something, and it turned out to be better than espected: a young girl, books in arm and a bright yellow light emitting from her palm: some sigil no doubt. The wolf would have grinned if it's mouth would have allowed it, but it settled for a slight movement of the tail. He followed the girl around some street corners, keeping far enough back that she wouldn't see him, but close enough that he wouldn't lose her. The rain prevented him from following her by smell alone, and the fog was reducing his visibility; not by too much though.
It took a few minutes for an opportunity to present itself, in the form of a narrow, overgrown alley, leading alongside a house. He saw here wrestling with the decision to go down or not, but eventually, she gave in. It was late, and she no doubt wanted to get home. Anxious parents would be waiting, and Kaleb had no problems letting them down.
He waited until the girl was onto the grass of the alleyway, and followed her, the soft ground masking the sound of his claws. He waited until they were halfway down the alley, and barked once, crouched towards the ground, and started growling, some fearsome sound coming from, the back of his throat, some five or the mares behind the girl. She jumped, slowly turned, and saw the golden orbs in the night time. It took her about half a second to drop the books and run, and for that, Kaleb was thankful: it was boring having to wait for the prey to react.
He barked once more, more like a joyous dog this time, and sprinted after her, tail wagging furiously.
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