A Different Kind of Theft
Reoseans Included
Amour 9847 | Elysium 7675 | Behemoth 9519
Mischief and Mayhem - Ripe for the Taking
Elysium was used to seeing Behemoth under the weather. She didn’t always enjoy the curse she lived with, and as her father, he did his best to cheer her up. When he heard there was a large-scale fair happening across the lands, he didn’t hesitate to drag her along. After all, a fair was brightly colored and full of life and energy; if that didn’t help her mood, nothing would. To boot, it wasn't very likely that anyone would notice her color stealing - if any parts of the fair looked dull, it wasn’t out of the norm for others to paint it back up. There was more than enough color to go around, and he figured this would be one of the best places for her to relax.
Thankfully she went along with it. The glasswork female must have been feeling down if she offered no argument. Truth be told, Ely had half expected her to just disappear - she had a nasty habit of doing that and then turning up days later when she wanted to avoid something.
The gray colored vay grabbed a cloak, covering the majority of her markings. She was self conscious about them, the way they swirled and grew more vibrant as they stole color from her surroundings. She also grabbed a pouch with a few decks of cards. She loved tarot, and a fair would be a great place to exercise that part of her. Approving of her choices, the yellow male led the way.
He at least didn’t stand out even here. His colorful pelt was right at home among the fairgoers, the attractions standing out as much as he, and colorful face paint and costumes only added to the festivities. It didn’t take long for him to take on a pelt full of glitter, mimicking the pink opal male nearby, and he dragged his daughter along to enjoy some of the sights the fair had to offer.
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Truth be told, Behemoth only agreed to go with because she felt she had disappointed her father far too many times lately. As he dragged her through the fair though, she realized he had a good idea after all. It was warm and she finally shrugged off her cloak. Her markings wouldn’t stand out in this crowd. For once, she felt almost free and could forget about her curse - even if just for a little while.
In fact, her own pelt didn’t seem to blaze with extra color as the day went on. She assumed it was a trick of the fair. There was no way her curse was gone just like that, so perhaps the fair had its own magic to keep things like this at bay. It made her rejoice, at least until she noticed some things starting to dull ever so slightly.
If she was still stealing color from the fair, why was her own pelt not alight like fire as the day went on? Was there someone else stealing color? No, the dulled areas seemed to be just where she was, and as she moved, the color didn’t return like normal. Something was very wrong.
Was her own curse changing before her very eyes? She wanted to leave, tell her father and go, but he would never understand why she wanted to leave already without knowing for sure what was the cause. Besides, as she watched him juggle some apples for some children’s entertainment, she knew she couldn’t tear him away just yet.
Her eyes befell on a pink vay that drifted closer and closer to the pair, his eyes glinting. Had he seen her pelt shifting colors? Was he going to call her out on it?
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Amour had only come to the fair because he knew his own bretty son was here somewhere. He had an itch to fill his craving, steal some more life for himself from his own opal son. Nephrite had proved himself resilient to his father’s curse, the opal sparkles of his own pelt fading away with the color steal, only to return over time. Everyone else grew patches of white, and the more he stole, the more their pelts were bleached out, often being mistaken for albinos. Unlike Neph, their color never returned.
Nephrite had been a blessing to Amour, although he hadn’t realized it at first. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep it up, but he would continue to drain the color and add onto his own lifespan for as long as possible.
The fair was also a good opportunity to steal some more life along the way. No one would notice if they grew a tiny white patch here or there, if their tobinao marking just seemed to expand slightly. There were so many here that he could gain years in a matter of minutes, which made it too good to pass up.
When he ran across some glasswork vays threading their way through the fair, he thought their vibrant colors would be a wonderful addition to his own color stealing curse, and he followed them for a while, intend on capturing some of that brilliant essence for himself. It took him a while to notice that the grey one’s color did not dull the way he intended, often blazing back up with color as she stood around.
Amour’s quick eyes noticed that she too seemed to have a similar affliction - color draining from their surroundings instead of from living creatures. Suddenly it was like he had found a second infinite source of life, and he was determined to keep it.
Theft was not beneath him, he had stolen for his own life so many times across the years. As the pair of glasswork vays welcomed him to join them on their fair festivities, Armour realized today was about to be one of the greatest days of his life.
-End-
♦ Ripe for The Taking... Large crowds bring in all sorts of individuals, and thieves are in their element here. Will your Reosean pickpocket in all the excitement, or try to scam another out of their hard earned krones? Draw or write about your Reosean participating in some thievery.
Amour 9847 | Elysium 7675 | Behemoth 9519
977 +9
Personal +3
Total = 12 CP