Post by Alphena on May 11, 2012 22:52:38 GMT -6
Chataya arrives in the neighbourhood of Glaston on her rounsey, patting its mane as they come to a halt. Her eyes scan the town slowly and settle on the small square in the middle of the neighbourhood. Spurring her rounsey into motion, she makes for the deserted square, keeping her face down to shade her eyes despite the darkness of the night. She heads for the stables, dismounts from her horse and leads it to stand among the others. The rounsey huffs and she strokes its mane with a whisper. "Shhh, Beorn. I won't be long..." Her voice is soothing, her gaze kind and her smile warm as the horse calms down. Shortly after, she moves into a crouched position and crawls out the back of the stables, moving swiftly.
Chataya moves from tree to tree, sticking to walls of buildings, and crawling where there would be no cover. Her eyes look everywhere at once, darting to and fro, looking for any sign of Forochel style decor... and spots a large mammoth tusk protruding from the front lawn of a house. She crawls to the stone wall lining the lawn and sticks her back to it before moving over it silently. With no cover on the lawn save for the few decorations, she sticks to the grass and moves almost snake like to the side wall of the house. She peers into a window to check for any sign of movement or light.
Darrla: There would be no movement or lights within the house, not even a fire glow to let anyone know that someone /may/ be home.
Chataya reaches for the front right window, silently slipping her fingers along the edges to feel for a seam in which she could test the lock. Finding a small crook where the window could open, she gives it a small jerk, though not enough to make a sound.
Darrla: Of course Dulci would leave the window unlocked. The ever so trusting sister who loved to open her windows and let the cool air come in, reminding her often of her home- Forochel.
Chataya blinks as the window opens without protest, though her expression is blank as ever. She crawls deftly up the wall, placing her thin leathered boot in the creases of the stones of the house, and slips into the room through the window soundlessly.
Once inside, she stays in a crawling position and looks around the dark room allowing for her eyes to adjust to the pitch-black. She reaches behind her to close the window, though leaves it open a crack in order to hear any commotion from outside. Slowly, she crawls from the room after seeing the red chest wasn't there.
Entering what looked like the main hall, she stays close to the entrance of the previous room to have a good look at the next one. Her eyes find first the outlines of animal trophies, shadowed by the light of the moon shining through the window behind them. Next is the doorframe of the room on the far side of the main hall, and in front of it a table, which looks to be littered with parchment. Her eyes finally move closer to the entrance door, finding a large chest in the corner, though unsure of the color as everything appeared grey or black in the darkness.
Darrla: |A rustling was heard made by the woman, ears pricked at the sound as the large Dusk wolf stood up from Darrla's room. The bitch tilted her head to the side a moment and craned her neck forward to take in any foreign sent. Slowly and ever so quietly it moves forward, but not enough to be seen just yet.
Chataya moves back into a crawled position, still at the entrance of the previous room. Having not heard the steps of the wolf, she continued toward the large chest in the corner soundlessly, her thin leather boots making little to no sound against the intricately designed stone flooring.
Darrla: |The wolf didn't have to hear a sound to know that someone was within, but she waited it out for just a time. Slowly easing herself towards the entrance, her black fur would blend well with the darkness of the room. She stayed her position just behind the doorframe inching her nose out a bit to take in a better scent.
Chataya would notice the window just above the chest as she approached it and moved to open it while still staying low and sticking to the wall, still unaware of the wolf. She opens the window slowly and carefully, as to not allow it to creak if the hinges were rusted. She looks back to the chest, and runs her hands along each side and even under it, looking for a key should there be one.
Darrla: |There would be no key near the chest. Only a single lock and it would appear to be rather hard to pick.
Chataya is unfazed by the lack of a key and silently crawls to the face the lock on the chest. She inspects it as well as she can in the darkness, testing it once before reaching into her satchel for a pick. With her other hand, she slips a small, thin dagger from the belt at her hip and holds it gently by its horse head shaped handle. She holds her breath, and moves to work on the lock in a crouched position where she could be ready for fight or flight should the robbery take such a turn.
Darrla: |The wolf's ears would flicker forwards as she heard a few clinks. She would crouch low and ease her head out of the doorway turning towards the corner of the room to see the female. Though, she made no move towards Chataya. Just watched, still barely seen.
Chataya would show no sign of stress, her expression emotionless, her breath held as she continued to pick the lock as quietly as possible. She would hold the pick in several different directions as she turned the thin dagger every now and again, not daring to take a breath until the 'click' of the lock would give sign that it was open.
Darrla: |After a long and tiresome effort, but with those skilled hands, the lock would finally click and open. With that sound, the wolf slowly up righted herself and moved a paw forward. Though still, it would not make a move.
Chataya casts a sidelong glance to the right where an odd, inhuman shaped shadow cast by the moon spilling through the back window almost merged with the wall. She begins breathing silently through her nose again, and looks to the chest as she removes the lock. She opens the chest, just barely enough to slip her thin arm inside, allowing her hand to search it, picturing every shape she felt in her mind. 'Pyramid shaped... fits in the palm of my hand.' The words echoed in her mind as her fingers gently passed through the chest.
Darrla: |There would be a great many gems in there; tonnes, filling about 3/4s of the way up to the chest. The pyramid would be lodged in the middle just beneath a row of gems. The wolf on the other hand took two steps into the room, the shadow making her larger than she actually was, though she was a large wolf, standing at four feet high on all fours. A low growl emitted from her throat as she dipped her head low and the fur on her hackles and neck rose.
Chataya focuses on the shapes she feels with her hand, and allows it to delve only slightly deeper. 'Pyramid shaped... fits in the palm of my hand.' She lightly pushed aside any other gem that didn't fit the description, making sure not to damage any, and not to spur the wolf into bolting at her with any sudden noises. Her left hand would still be holding the thin dagger, hidden on the other side of her body. She blinks once, as her hand comes across what felt like a pyramid shape. She wrapped her fingers around it, finding it to fit her palm.
Darrla: |The wolf didn't need any sudden movements to spur forwards. It was simply toying with the girl. It stalked closer, circling around her wide so it stood just slightly to her left and about four feet behind. They eyes of it shown green with the small bit of light that shown through the home. Its growl deepened and it let out two ferocious barks, those huge canines flashing.
Chataya slowly brought out her hand and cast a glance down at the gem to confirm its emerald color in the light of the moon, her frame hiding it as she turned to look at the wolf. She slips the gem into her satchel with barely a noticeable motion, and closes the chest again, bringing the lock to it and closing it. Her icy blue eyes are on the wolf, and she gently brings a hand to her own lips, as though asking it politely to remain silent. She looks to the window by the chest and to the wolf again, waiting for its movement.
Darrla: |The wolf would let out another ferocious bark as it leapt towards her. Four feet was not a far distance to move for a wolf of that size. It would attempt to lunge at her throat and knock her backwards against the red chest.
Having already been in her fight or flight position and having a tiny frame compared to the large wolf, Chataya ducked to make herself even smaller and attempted to dive under and past its body as it leapt. She manages to evade the dusk wolf's lunge and rolls out behind it, landing in a crouched position on the balls of her feet. She doesn't bother looking back and propels herself to the room she'd gotten in from, one hand clutching her small dagger as she attempts to sprint toward the partly opened window.
Darrla | The wolf liked the chase. As soon as she had rolled under her she let out a yip to show how much fun she was having. Though, it wasn't for play, all for the chase. The wolf immediately turned and went after Chataya's right leg, attempting to latch onto her calf muscle with its maw.
Chataya's lip twitches once as she feels the wolf just barely grazing her leg. Aside from that, her breathing is calm, expression blank as per usual. Once close enough, she opens the window swiftly and goes to dive through.
Darrla |The wolf watched with a keen eye as the woman managed to stay away from her jaws once more. The female was fast! The wolf lunged at the woman as she moved towards the window, attempting now to lock down on her left foot and drag her back into the home.
Chataya's breathe hitches as her foot is grabbed roughly, just as she reaches outside halfway. Her ribs hit the windowsill and scrape along her front as she's dragged back inside. Despite the excitement, she keeps her composure and swiftly swipes her left arm behind her in an attempt to cut the top of the wolf's muzzle to get it to let her go.
Darrla |The wolf let out a loud cry as her muzzle was sliced, though she would not relent. She shook her head, ears flopping loudly to get the sting out. A vicious growl replaced her whimper as she moved into for the woman's left calf muscle again, trying to find some meat to her bite.
Chataya grits her teeth as she feels the beast's fangs bite deeply into her calf muscle. She makes a grunt of a sound as pain shoots up her leg. Still half turned and facing the animal, she lifts her free hand and clenches it into a fist, bringing it down hard on the wolf's snout to get it to let go again.
Darrla |The wolf felt the hard fist shoot down to her maw. She let go and let out a whimper, stunned for a moment from the hit. She backed off a moment and appeared to be dizzy as she swaggered for a minute.
Chataya takes the wolf's stunned state as an opportunity to bolt. With her good leg, she shoves herself through the window again and lands in a clumsy roll outside. She turns swiftly to close the window the way she'd remembered it to be when she first came in, and begins crawling away stealthily the best she can with her injured leg.
Finally making it back to the stables, she leans heavily on Beorn. The rounsey knickers worriedly as she pulls up the legging over her left calf; deep, angry puncture marks broke through the leather padding and wraps, blood seeping through the fabric. None of it seemed to have spilled behind her, and she sighs through her nose in relief before pulling the legging down again. She murmurs softly to her horse as he nudges her with his nose. Gripping onto the saddle, she swings her good leg over, putting pressure on her left one. Her breathe hitches again, and Beorn lowers himself to help her onto his back. With a small, gentle smile she strokes his mane and spurs him on out of the stable, making her way out of the neighbourhood.
With one last look behind her, she runs her fingers over the ivory horse head hilt of her dagger and rides off.
Chataya moves from tree to tree, sticking to walls of buildings, and crawling where there would be no cover. Her eyes look everywhere at once, darting to and fro, looking for any sign of Forochel style decor... and spots a large mammoth tusk protruding from the front lawn of a house. She crawls to the stone wall lining the lawn and sticks her back to it before moving over it silently. With no cover on the lawn save for the few decorations, she sticks to the grass and moves almost snake like to the side wall of the house. She peers into a window to check for any sign of movement or light.
Darrla: There would be no movement or lights within the house, not even a fire glow to let anyone know that someone /may/ be home.
Chataya reaches for the front right window, silently slipping her fingers along the edges to feel for a seam in which she could test the lock. Finding a small crook where the window could open, she gives it a small jerk, though not enough to make a sound.
Darrla: Of course Dulci would leave the window unlocked. The ever so trusting sister who loved to open her windows and let the cool air come in, reminding her often of her home- Forochel.
Chataya blinks as the window opens without protest, though her expression is blank as ever. She crawls deftly up the wall, placing her thin leathered boot in the creases of the stones of the house, and slips into the room through the window soundlessly.
Once inside, she stays in a crawling position and looks around the dark room allowing for her eyes to adjust to the pitch-black. She reaches behind her to close the window, though leaves it open a crack in order to hear any commotion from outside. Slowly, she crawls from the room after seeing the red chest wasn't there.
Entering what looked like the main hall, she stays close to the entrance of the previous room to have a good look at the next one. Her eyes find first the outlines of animal trophies, shadowed by the light of the moon shining through the window behind them. Next is the doorframe of the room on the far side of the main hall, and in front of it a table, which looks to be littered with parchment. Her eyes finally move closer to the entrance door, finding a large chest in the corner, though unsure of the color as everything appeared grey or black in the darkness.
Darrla: |A rustling was heard made by the woman, ears pricked at the sound as the large Dusk wolf stood up from Darrla's room. The bitch tilted her head to the side a moment and craned her neck forward to take in any foreign sent. Slowly and ever so quietly it moves forward, but not enough to be seen just yet.
Chataya moves back into a crawled position, still at the entrance of the previous room. Having not heard the steps of the wolf, she continued toward the large chest in the corner soundlessly, her thin leather boots making little to no sound against the intricately designed stone flooring.
Darrla: |The wolf didn't have to hear a sound to know that someone was within, but she waited it out for just a time. Slowly easing herself towards the entrance, her black fur would blend well with the darkness of the room. She stayed her position just behind the doorframe inching her nose out a bit to take in a better scent.
Chataya would notice the window just above the chest as she approached it and moved to open it while still staying low and sticking to the wall, still unaware of the wolf. She opens the window slowly and carefully, as to not allow it to creak if the hinges were rusted. She looks back to the chest, and runs her hands along each side and even under it, looking for a key should there be one.
Darrla: |There would be no key near the chest. Only a single lock and it would appear to be rather hard to pick.
Chataya is unfazed by the lack of a key and silently crawls to the face the lock on the chest. She inspects it as well as she can in the darkness, testing it once before reaching into her satchel for a pick. With her other hand, she slips a small, thin dagger from the belt at her hip and holds it gently by its horse head shaped handle. She holds her breath, and moves to work on the lock in a crouched position where she could be ready for fight or flight should the robbery take such a turn.
Darrla: |The wolf's ears would flicker forwards as she heard a few clinks. She would crouch low and ease her head out of the doorway turning towards the corner of the room to see the female. Though, she made no move towards Chataya. Just watched, still barely seen.
Chataya would show no sign of stress, her expression emotionless, her breath held as she continued to pick the lock as quietly as possible. She would hold the pick in several different directions as she turned the thin dagger every now and again, not daring to take a breath until the 'click' of the lock would give sign that it was open.
Darrla: |After a long and tiresome effort, but with those skilled hands, the lock would finally click and open. With that sound, the wolf slowly up righted herself and moved a paw forward. Though still, it would not make a move.
Chataya casts a sidelong glance to the right where an odd, inhuman shaped shadow cast by the moon spilling through the back window almost merged with the wall. She begins breathing silently through her nose again, and looks to the chest as she removes the lock. She opens the chest, just barely enough to slip her thin arm inside, allowing her hand to search it, picturing every shape she felt in her mind. 'Pyramid shaped... fits in the palm of my hand.' The words echoed in her mind as her fingers gently passed through the chest.
Darrla: |There would be a great many gems in there; tonnes, filling about 3/4s of the way up to the chest. The pyramid would be lodged in the middle just beneath a row of gems. The wolf on the other hand took two steps into the room, the shadow making her larger than she actually was, though she was a large wolf, standing at four feet high on all fours. A low growl emitted from her throat as she dipped her head low and the fur on her hackles and neck rose.
Chataya focuses on the shapes she feels with her hand, and allows it to delve only slightly deeper. 'Pyramid shaped... fits in the palm of my hand.' She lightly pushed aside any other gem that didn't fit the description, making sure not to damage any, and not to spur the wolf into bolting at her with any sudden noises. Her left hand would still be holding the thin dagger, hidden on the other side of her body. She blinks once, as her hand comes across what felt like a pyramid shape. She wrapped her fingers around it, finding it to fit her palm.
Darrla: |The wolf didn't need any sudden movements to spur forwards. It was simply toying with the girl. It stalked closer, circling around her wide so it stood just slightly to her left and about four feet behind. They eyes of it shown green with the small bit of light that shown through the home. Its growl deepened and it let out two ferocious barks, those huge canines flashing.
Chataya slowly brought out her hand and cast a glance down at the gem to confirm its emerald color in the light of the moon, her frame hiding it as she turned to look at the wolf. She slips the gem into her satchel with barely a noticeable motion, and closes the chest again, bringing the lock to it and closing it. Her icy blue eyes are on the wolf, and she gently brings a hand to her own lips, as though asking it politely to remain silent. She looks to the window by the chest and to the wolf again, waiting for its movement.
Darrla: |The wolf would let out another ferocious bark as it leapt towards her. Four feet was not a far distance to move for a wolf of that size. It would attempt to lunge at her throat and knock her backwards against the red chest.
Having already been in her fight or flight position and having a tiny frame compared to the large wolf, Chataya ducked to make herself even smaller and attempted to dive under and past its body as it leapt. She manages to evade the dusk wolf's lunge and rolls out behind it, landing in a crouched position on the balls of her feet. She doesn't bother looking back and propels herself to the room she'd gotten in from, one hand clutching her small dagger as she attempts to sprint toward the partly opened window.
Darrla | The wolf liked the chase. As soon as she had rolled under her she let out a yip to show how much fun she was having. Though, it wasn't for play, all for the chase. The wolf immediately turned and went after Chataya's right leg, attempting to latch onto her calf muscle with its maw.
Chataya's lip twitches once as she feels the wolf just barely grazing her leg. Aside from that, her breathing is calm, expression blank as per usual. Once close enough, she opens the window swiftly and goes to dive through.
Darrla |The wolf watched with a keen eye as the woman managed to stay away from her jaws once more. The female was fast! The wolf lunged at the woman as she moved towards the window, attempting now to lock down on her left foot and drag her back into the home.
Chataya's breathe hitches as her foot is grabbed roughly, just as she reaches outside halfway. Her ribs hit the windowsill and scrape along her front as she's dragged back inside. Despite the excitement, she keeps her composure and swiftly swipes her left arm behind her in an attempt to cut the top of the wolf's muzzle to get it to let her go.
Darrla |The wolf let out a loud cry as her muzzle was sliced, though she would not relent. She shook her head, ears flopping loudly to get the sting out. A vicious growl replaced her whimper as she moved into for the woman's left calf muscle again, trying to find some meat to her bite.
Chataya grits her teeth as she feels the beast's fangs bite deeply into her calf muscle. She makes a grunt of a sound as pain shoots up her leg. Still half turned and facing the animal, she lifts her free hand and clenches it into a fist, bringing it down hard on the wolf's snout to get it to let go again.
Darrla |The wolf felt the hard fist shoot down to her maw. She let go and let out a whimper, stunned for a moment from the hit. She backed off a moment and appeared to be dizzy as she swaggered for a minute.
Chataya takes the wolf's stunned state as an opportunity to bolt. With her good leg, she shoves herself through the window again and lands in a clumsy roll outside. She turns swiftly to close the window the way she'd remembered it to be when she first came in, and begins crawling away stealthily the best she can with her injured leg.
Finally making it back to the stables, she leans heavily on Beorn. The rounsey knickers worriedly as she pulls up the legging over her left calf; deep, angry puncture marks broke through the leather padding and wraps, blood seeping through the fabric. None of it seemed to have spilled behind her, and she sighs through her nose in relief before pulling the legging down again. She murmurs softly to her horse as he nudges her with his nose. Gripping onto the saddle, she swings her good leg over, putting pressure on her left one. Her breathe hitches again, and Beorn lowers himself to help her onto his back. With a small, gentle smile she strokes his mane and spurs him on out of the stable, making her way out of the neighbourhood.
With one last look behind her, she runs her fingers over the ivory horse head hilt of her dagger and rides off.