Busy streets [Open, Lucy]

[Oki]

Arilnor was famous or perhaps, infamous of it's strange beasts and human/animal hybrids that would lurk the countryside or even become civilized. Some would hold jobs like any other human, though most were used for positions that sometimes required more brute force or aggressive nature. Some lived happily and mutually with the men and women and others, not so much. One could describe it like any other city. It had good points, bad points, happy people, angered people, crime, welfare. It was a mix of everything.

Shiriki resided within the region of Arilnor, satisfied with his work and biding. He was loyal with his true allies and meaningful work and was loyal to his enemies. His work was for the Secret Brotherhood of Pacifists to everyone's unknowing, while he worked for the government, attaining inside information. For the most part, he kept himself unseen and under the radar. Involving himself in the least amount of things kept him ambiguous to everyone and he knew it was best that way. Advertently, he did this. Outside of his affiliations, he knew no one beyond their first name. Shiriki never thought about if he really liked it or not and preferred for things to stay just the way they were.

Attending his duties, Shiriki was lumbering about in a moderate sized town, keeping his eye out on things and others. His trademark Bible in one paw, the other swung at his side as he slowly walked the streets. His hood was up while only his muzzle stuck out of the shadows and his ears through the ear-holes. Every once in a while, he would look up or stop at a stand to see what they were selling. Others usually strayed from his path, as it was with other anthros of different species, especially with ones of his stature.

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[Lucretia]

Hailing from within the forest itself, a young girl wandered the streets of this fairly new town. She was used to hunting for her meals, but there weren't many hunting grounds close to this area. So, she resorted to the next best thing. Simply taking what she needed. By appearance, she was a young adult human with forest green eyes and auburn hair. It was cut a bit funny, but beside the many anthropomorphic beings around, she probably looked funny regardless of her hairstyle.

She walked along, seeming to mind her own business as she silently scoped out her next target. Most of the time, it was either far too crowded to pick-pocket, or the target really didn't look worth the chance. She had to face something she believed she stood a chance against should confrontation occur.

This time, that just happened to be Shiriki. The girl thought, though clearly out sized, that she might be able to defend herself against the coyote. One might question how a small girl standing well under six feet tall could think she stood a chance against a seven foot-something bipedal coyote. However, she was no ordinary girl. A venom pumped through her veins, a bloodline as ancient as any. Anryu was her name, and she was cursed by the WereWolf. Indeed, this petite young woman would grow over a foot taller, and gain mass amounts of muscle to tear and rip should push come to shove.

Still, she hoped to avoid such a confrontation. That was why she used this form, she was much smaller and easy to hide in it. She made sure to approach Shiriki from a nonthreatening angle, while also being sure there were enough others around to hide among. It was all about balance. Too many people was bad, but none at all could be even worse. Still, she needed food which meant she needed money. She went in for her metaphorical 'kill', attempting to snatch something-anything from his pocket without being caught. However, her skill was in hunting, and anyone who was sensitive might've felt her with little trouble.

[Oki]

The stand's sellers and voices were all mingling together, trying to bait others in at least seeing what they have. Most ignored them while a few broke out of the traffic of the streets to see. More often than not, Shiriki just ignored them and went on about his business. However today was a slow day for him, not spotting anyone doing any sort of crime, even petty. There were so many stands that lined the streets. He would almost believe there was some sort of event going on or fair with all the people today. Some were advertising they had the freshest fish caught this morning, while another fresh produce. He even looked up to see one like him, though feline, offering skins of his prey that he caught recently.

Though one voice caught his attention. She was selling books. Turning his head, Shiriki saw that she had a wide assortment. Meeting eyes with the seller, she smiled and waved over to him, calling out his name. Narrowing his eyes, he gave a gruff sigh and weaved his way through the traffic to get to her. Entering the shade of her tent, he lifted his paws to withdraw the hood from his head. Beads clinked together as the tassels of his mane stirred with the movement of his clothing. Beads and feathers adorned his mane as a few strands were tided together with the small jewelry. Eyes as grey as stormy clouds looked down upon the older woman. A superficial frown were on his lips, "I thought I told you not to call out my name like that... Nonetheless, you have my attention; did you find it?" His tone was very emotionless in the beginning, then it shifted into a meager excitement at the mention of 'it'. Though with a shake of her head, she told him no. Not sad nor happy, Shiriki wondered why she would call him out of the streets then. The elderly woman then reached under her stand and pulled out a few books. The one on top was tattered. She went on to tell him what kind of books they were. All of them were geography books, which Shiriki was pleased about and without hesitating, told her that he would take them. He was her most frequent customer after all and knew what he always came to her for.

Meanwhile, he could hear others whispering his name or his epithet, or even both as he paid and began to walk away from the stand. Entering the crowd once more, he continued on his way. Parents rushed their children by him and others shied away from his presence. Then he heard 'What is she trying to do? Doesn't she know who he is?' Seeing an ally, he lead himself and whoever was following him into it. Once in the shadows, he would then uncover his free paw and press his paw pad on his chest. Seeming to teleport away, he reappeared right behind the girl. An indifferent, though slightly displeased expression on his face. "May I help you?"

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[Lucretia]

Anryu could almost taste the food she would buy with this stranger's gold. She was so engrossed with it, she didn't even notice as he led her weaving to and fro among the crowds. She didn't even notice when the crowds seemed to slowly dissipate... Yes, a foolish move on her part. But how was she supposed to know who it was she was pick-pocketing? Not like she was from that city, after all.

She followed, slowly gaining on him, and reached her hand forward. She was almost there, just a little more time and she could have had it. However, right as her hand brushed against the satchel, the stranger quickly turned around. Anryu's eyes widened in surprise, and slight fear as he raised up his paws, swiftly vanishing before her eyes.

The sudden voice behind her caused her to scurry, shifting around as her fingers lightly brushed the ground. Her spine had arched a bit, as it was partially elongated. Her forearms bristled with thinned fur growing from her bulging muscles. Her nails were claws, hardening and growing from their beds as her face seemed to grow into its snarl, eyes darkened from where they had previously been.

"May I help you?" No, this was impossible. It wasn't just some stranger, it was the stranger! The same one whom she'd almost stolen from! She felt an odd weight on her chest, as her idea of the impossible seemed to shift. What on earth was going on?!

Finally, she decided to attempt further. "Sure you can, I need money and you have some!" She barked. Probably not the best idea, seeing as he apparently could transport himself instantly. Still, Anryu was hungry, and didn't like to look weak.

[Oki]

The stranger - thief, seemed surprised when he pushed himself to the other side of her. Instantly, flanking her, he already had the advantage. Of course he wouldn't dilly dally around with street rats who stole from others. Personally, it's not that he despised them, he completely understood them and it would be hypocritical of him to hate them. Though, it would be rare for him to help them. Nonetheless, the small female failed and was completely taken off guard when Shiriki appeared behind her. She assumed an animalistic defensive position, one that surprised him a little, but then again, it was possible she was a were. He has seen a few in his lifetime.

Seeming to change a little, Shiriki noticed how fearsome her face became, and he had to admit it was slightly intimidating. Nonetheless, he remained in his calm demeanor, simply asking what she wanted, although he already knew exactly what she wanted. What she said next only proved his hypothesis more. Shoving his glove that he took off a moment before into his trouser's pocket, the paw that held onto the bible still covered. His cloudy eyes closed and he shook his head softly from side to side whilst lifting a finger and waving it at her. Tsk-ing, he said, "Now, now, that is not the best way to ask for money and certainly simply taking it isn't either. There are nicer ways, believe it or not." He chided, though his tone calm.

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