Author: Froya , Posted: Wed Dec 9, 2020 6:23 PM, Post Subject: Yellow-Eyed Thief (O, R??)

She tilted her head slowly, like a cat mocking its prey, only she knew better that she could easily turn into his prey with one movement, or a simple phrase. Her eyes flashed a glimmer of a sinister joy when she saw the gods surprised look when she mentioned that he was a god. She enjoyed when the people she toyed with gave her a look of surprise. But of course, she knew this god was no mere toy. She sifted once more, the bottles of wine hidden away in her cloak clinking together like glass. This unnerved her, and she hoped he would ignore the sound. She looked up at him, and slowly rise to her feet, making no unnecessary movements, moving carefully. She was a few inches shorter than him, yet she still had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze.

She listened to his words carefully, making sure not to misunderstand the god, because of her habit to twist peoples stories, both on accident, or if there had not been good drama for people to fight over. A breeding pool? For lowly thieves and beggars to ask a god such him a favor? They must have a death wish. They would be better off selling their souls to the devil, if you ask me. She thought, raising her left eyebrow, before raising her right, then relaxing them, the smirk on her face not showing any signs of leaving. Interesting… She stated, without showing actual signs of genuine interest into the subject.

A shiver ran down her spine, as she clutched her cloak closer to her body. There was no doubt this aura was coming from the god in front of her, as she dug her fingers into her arm in attempt to clutch the cloak closer to her body. The aura became so strong, it began to make the air around her difficult to breathe, but she stood her ground. She kept a close eye on the god in font of her. He showed no indications of hostility of any kind, but she made sure she could grab her dagger if need be. She watched as he opened his mouth to speak, eyeing his razor sharp teeth, and another shiver went down her spine.

Then, her blood ran cold as he spoke about the Yellow Eyed Thief. He spoke with such interest in the subject, and she knew it wasn't an easy task to interest a god. But, she had brought this apon herself, knowing full well this was her own fault and not the gods. She adverted her eyes, as if looking for something, or searching through her mind for something to say. Then, she snapped he eyes back up to the god with lightning fast intensity. She let out a small laugh. En…enlighten you? She spoke uneasily. How could a petty jewelry and wine thief possibly enlighten a god? Of course, the thief has taken their fair share of gold or poetry from temples and churches, but that shouldn't be enough to entertain a god such as yourself, should it? She glanced up at the god, desperately trying to disinterest him from the current topic, since she didn't want to talk about herself, in fear of having to be punished like the criminal she was.

Her eyes flashed with visible fear and terror, as she adverted her gaze from the god to her feet, the wine bottles inside her cloak shifting, making another clinking sound. She bit her lip softly, hoping that the god would not have heard, but she knew well that would be a change close to zero. She dug her long blue nails into her cloak more, and felt it tear, as a thick liquid began to soak into the fabric. A metallic smell began to creep into the air slowly, realizing she tore through her cloak and into her skin. But of course… She stated, as the fear began to drain from her eyes, but remained in her soul. If you do wish to fear about this.. thief. She looked up at the god, the pupils in her yellow eyes, were now cat-like slits, and her once normal yellow eyes began to glow, and were full of the same mockery as before, with a hint of an evil pleasure one could only get from torturing their enimies.. Who am I? To refuse a god?

Author: Nemesis, Posted: Wed Dec 9, 2020 3:59 PM, Post Subject: Yellow-Eyed Thief (O, R??)

Very much like the hunter that he was, Nemesis continued to contemplate what to do with the woman he had just “saved”. Granted, her safety wasn’t the driving force for his intervention, but with his quarry already dealt with, that just left her and her alone. He could instantly feel the fear radiating off of her as her consciousness now seemed to be back in full toll. She had realized the potential danger that he presented, but he was taken back slightly when she spoke of his identity.

“Seems my reputation does precede me”, spoke dryly as his head tilted to the side. He supposed that it was bound to happen, at least in the minds of both believers and fearful ones of his dark faith. To the extent of the tales, rumors, and legends of him that were told, he couldn’t say. Perhaps he would have to visit the church here more frequently to understand what was being passed along. Speaking of which, she made quite the assumptions that he had no business here. Nemesis’s expression remained apathetic; he was far too old for such ploys and he had killed for less. Perhaps she hadn’t heard that little tidbit from wherever her source of him came from. “An interesting observation, though I do have a fair stake in this town. After all, it’s a good breeding pool for those that wish for my favor, my dear.”

His eyes narrowed as she continued to speak; this time attempting to apologize for the first set of words aimed at him. Lifting himself back up to his feet, Nemesis stood up and tucked his hands into his coat pockets. Pride seemed to ooze from her being, and it was starting to stave off the fear he felt earlier. This, he liked. There were far too many bootlickers in the world, so it was refreshing to see that she was not such a person.

Of course, there was a delicate balance between amusing him and enticing his icy and calculating anger.

When she presented to him the question of being familiar with a Yellow-Eyed Thief, he felt the fear melt away and she seemed to want to press his limits. A darker aura beheld him as his tight lips parted, giving away to sharp canines that were hidden prior. The strength of his aura was suffocating yet he didn’t raise a finger nor move any closer to the woman. Heavens knew that he was being kind here- even without the divine blood coursing through his veins, he had been quite the ruthless killer in his time. One that had very few morals. 

“Tell me, dear lady. What am I to know about this thief?”, he spoke, his crimson eyes staring straight into her yellow orbs. “Please enlighten me.”

Author: Froya , Posted: Mon Dec 7, 2020 4:49 PM, Post Subject: Yellow-Eyed Thief (O, R??)

The eyes more crimson than the blood she shed were menacing, as they pierced into her own cat-like yellow orbs, and looks deep within her soul. Her eyes shifted from mystery to awe, then reverted back to their mysterious glimmer once again. She had watched like a helpless child as the tiger, leopard and wolf were devoured by the shadow. He was such a tall, well-built man, and yet she could not sense him at all. Ah… so this is the true power of a god… She thought, looking up at him, raising an eyebrow curiously.

But why would a god of his standing help a mere siren? One of no importance in that matter. It dawned on her then, that the man standing before her was none other than Nemesis Volkov. A fierce warrior he was, with eyes as menacing as a dark sea, and a mind so sharp it was like a blade. Deceiving this god was going to be no easy task, if not an impossible one. She was told by her parents that he can see right through lies like glass, and slay those he thought to be his enemies like cattle. A dark dread began to creep into the pit of her stomach, as she paused to raise her other eyebrow.

Surely…. She stated unevenly. A god such as yourself… would never even think of coming to such a dirty place like this. But of course I'm sure you have your reasons. A thin smirk crossed her lips, her signature expression. She adjusted her position, her metal boots scraping against the cobble-stoned ground. The way he kneeled down to her like she was a child disgusted her. Granted, he was a god, but that does not mean he has to treat everyone like a slave. She thought for a moment, then closed her eyes and regained her calm. She let her quick temper get the best of her once again.

My apologies. It appears I have let my emotions get the best of me. I beg you, please forgive me. She stated, and almost regretted the words that slithered out of her mouth like a snake from his home. It revolted her that she had to beg to someone herself, but if she could not ask for forgiveness, then what kind of woman would she be? She had a reputation to uphold. Several of them in that matter. A thought crossed her mind and it made her blood run cold at the mere thought. Granted, it was dirty work, and she hated to get her hands dirty, but she had to do what she had to do in order to survive.

She adjusted the cloak over her shoulders, before adverting her eyes away from his gaze. Surely, a god hasn't heard of a small-time wine and jewelry thief. If he has, would he even do anything? I'm a woman, after all. She thought to herself, before her shoes scraped against the cobble stones on the ground. I hope you don't mind if I ask… of course all these questions might be a bit confusing to you… She said, almost swallowing her words along with the remains of her small lunch that sat in her throat. But…have you ever heard… of the Yellow-Eyed Thief? She said, looking back up to him, the fear gone from her eyes, and the only emotion that replaced it, was the dangerous emotion of mockery.

Author: Nemesis, Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2020 6:59 PM, Post Subject: Yellow-Eyed Thief (O, R??)

It wasn’t often that Nemesis would take the time to come to the pirate city himself; preferably he would have Maalik go in his stead. But complacency was beneath him and besides, he wouldn’t be there for very long. There was some swift business that caught his attention at the church and once he dealt with it, then he would walk among the mortals once more, both the believers and doubters. There was hardly anything he had to prove to anyone these days, and should they doubt, he would make them firm believers.

He checked in with the cardinals there and as he thought, the business was dealt with, leaving the man of white locks and crimson eyes to take a hasty leave and venture onto the busy streets. Many didn’t recognize him and a few took the time to stare at his regal appearance, pondering the faint but familiar feeling that pulled at their minds. Although he had made a few trips here, it was too much akin to a certain city from his past- one that also had the riffraff minglin’ and dealin’ about. The more nefarious groups were found along with the port areas and the taverns where they could drink their fill of coin. Hardly anything surprised or shocked him when it came to Vilpamolan.

At least that’s what he had initially thought.

It wouldn’t take him too long to sniff out the terrible stench of beasts through the thicket of man. He made the Lord stop in his tracks and turn towards the direction of the scents. There were alleyways far from the sight of others, making those that ventured down them perfect prey. With a stoic look on his face, Nemesis walked down the path and followed the smells all the way down to the dead end.

Like a ghost, he made his presence unknown towards the three beastmen as they were descending upon a woman. Naturally, it wasn’t any of his business, and truthfully he could simply walk away and wash his hands clean of this mess. But he wanted to have some fun of his own and these three stooges were the perfect candidates.

The shadows whipped up around him and engulfed his very being, the sounds finally alarming the trio of his intrusion. Not that it matter because in a matter of seconds, the shadows descended from him and what stood in his place was a terrifying, gargantuan creature with several shadowy tentacles that stretched out and reached for them. The brutes, fearful, tried to fight back and out of its grip, but one by one, the tight, wolf and leopard were taken and pulled into the monster, swallowed up in its mass, and descended into the abyss.

The creature gurgled as its form shrank down and dispersed before Nemesis took form again. His eyes beaming down onto the woman as he slowly approached and kneed down. His innermost thoughts were kept from his stony face as he decided whether or not to leave her be.

Author: Froya , Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2020 9:16 PM, Post Subject: Yellow-Eyed Thief (O, R??)

The Pirate Island was one of the many places Froya loathed. Sure, there were many stalls of colorful clothing, and delicious if not poisons food sold around every corner, but other than that, everyone was always fighting for the most stupid of reasons. Didn't get the scarf in the color you wanted? Your getting stabbed. Bump shoulders with someone by accident? Your getting your throat slit. Get scammed when a merchant said the wine was straight from the goddess Angela Rose herself? You'd have much better odds surviving in a dark forest with only a wooden spear and a canteen of poisoned water. The thick scent of smoke was slowly starting to get to Froya as she pulled up her black satin cloak. The hood was up, and the strings were drawn tight, making a snug fit, and hiding her eyes and nose well. 

A smile crept across her full blue painted lips as she wandered up to a store with a chewed up sign. Upon entering, she found herself wandering through rows and rows of wine. "We jus' had th' finest ale imported from Onnen! Would ye like t' look at one, ma'am?" A scrawny looking man behind the counter said. At this, Froya scowled, and looked at he man. "Your finest and strongest wine, please." She said, pulling her hood down, and gazing at the man with her mysterious yellow eyes. The man was caught off-guard by the lady's beauty, then pointed to his left. "Th' finest wines. Imported from Adeluna fresh today. Nah expired yet. We've got many flavors, me beauty. I be here fer whatever ye might needs." He lifted his eye patch, and Froya could see he had several eyes underneath his left eye. She smiled mysteriously, then disappeared behind her hood once more. 

The lady walked through a poorly lit hallway, which only provided enough light to read the wine names and brands. She scowled, and squinted slightly, and began to adjust her eyes to the darkness, activating Parvpora's Sight. "Just a quick in and out. Grab what I'm looking for, and go." She mumbled to herself, and began picking up bottles, and reading their contents. "Moon-shade berries. Aren't those deadly? Raspberry flavored. Not a big fan. Apple champagne? Apples taste better on their own. Pomegranate. Oooh.. I like this one." She mumbled, as she slipped the bottle into the inside of her cloak. "Do they have strawberry? They must have strawberry. They have to. Its one of the most popular flavors." She began to talk to herself, as she pulled bottles out from their shelves, and placed them on the nearby table until she found a bottle with a black and red liquid with a skull for a brand design. "Oh?" She said, raising her eyebrows. "Well this doesn't look threatening at all." 

She slipped the mysterious liquid into her cloak along with the other wine bottle. "Now we just need strawberry. Of course, I could use a goji berry wine, but I highly doubt that they sell that stuff here." She spoke softly, and began digging around into the back of the wine shelf until she found what she was looking for. "Jackpot. Freshly imported, since it was in the back. And its ice cold too." She smirked, as she slipped the final wine bottle into her cloak. She began walking to the front of the store, as she met the gaze of the wine merchant. "Did ye find wha' ye were lookin' fer, me beauty?" He asked, sheepishly grinning, showing his barely toothed smile, and what teeth remained were either stained yellow or black. "Mm.. no love. I didn't. But of course I'll come back to see if you have what I was looking for." She smiled warmly, dispite the fact she had lied.

"Well then, me beauty. Take care, 'n be safe! Good travels t' ye, many good travels t' ye." He called after her, as she walked out the door.

The streets were as busy as ever, and she started to feel a bit warm under he cloak, so she pulled down the hood, and took in the smell of the salty water from the shore, the smell of fish from the market, the ale and the glop they call food down at the tavern square. She let her long braided hair fall behind her, and blow in the salty sea wind. She began to walk once more, as she received stares from strangers on the street, transfixed by her beauty. But she kept her eyes forward on the path ahead, walking with confidence and a large stride. A merchant selling blades had caught her eye, and she gracefully walked over. "Valorous day to thee, may I int'rest thee in a blade madeth from the finest blacksmith?" The merchant said, smooth as honey, with a twinkle and mischievous grin on his face. "Yes, good day to you as well, sir. I'm looking for a sturdy blade. Nothing too fancy, but something that will hold up in a battle. Possibly made from silver or ivory if you have either in stock." She said, leaning against the merchants cart.

At this time she failed to notice three large beast man hiding in the dark alley several meters away from the cart. They retreated into the shadows, as Froya locked eyes with the gray wolf. "Hm. Odd." She said to herself. "What wast yond, mine own mistress?" The merchant said, instantly picking up on her words. "Oh, nothing nothing nothing. I just thought I saw something a bit suspicious. But then again, we're on a pirate island, so I would say everything is suspicious." She laughed warmly, as the merchant let out a small chuckle. "Thee sure art a comical one, mine own mistress. And if 't be true i can sayeth, unmatch'd with thy beauty." He handed her a simple knife, blade crafted from sterling silver and the handle made from fine ivory.

"Beholdeth. I calleth h'r Edith. Hast did save many men from deaths lips, the lady hast." She picked Edith up with gentle and caring hands. "She certainly is beautiful, I can say," She claimed, turning the knife over in her soft palms, and tracing the blade with her delicate fingertips. "But if she has saved men from death herself then she should stay with you. Earth would not stand to lose such a bright and intelligent man such as yourself." She lay the knife on the cloth in front of him. "Kind thou art, mine own mistress. V'ry kind thou art." The merchant tipped his hat, as Froya began walking to the alley she had seen the beast men fade into. Her curiosity was a strength, as well as her weakness, and what could now lead to her downfall. 

Armed with nothing but her charm and instincts, she ventured into the dark and forsaken alley. Once more she activated Parvpora's Sight, and scanned the alley as she continued to walk. It was littered with broken glass, rats, old cloth, and the occasional blanket or run down tent. "This must've been where some street rats hid out." Froya commented, as she continued her journey. As her legs began to grow tired, she had reached a dead end in the alley. "Great." She scoffed. "I walked all the way here for nothing. And now I'm tired. What a waste of time. Tch." She turned around, and was instantly face to face with the three beast men. "Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap crap crap." She mumbled, as she looked up to meet the hungry eyes of a gray wolf, a snow leopard, and a Bengal tiger. 

The carnivores studied the woman, looking her up and down before the tiger spoke up. "When we heard a mysterious woman was coming to the Pirate Coast, we thought she would be a prophet. Or at least a witch." The tigers low voice shook the air with its thunder-like rumble. "But a siren would be on the last of our lists." The leopard spoke up, and retracted his claws. "I bet she doesn't have anything valuable on her. Besides her rings and piercings of course." The wolf spoke smoothly, as he dragged his fingers across the wall of the alley. "If we take her valuables now, we could probably sell her meat later." This thought made Froya shake with fear. Her mother had been separated from her for this exact reason. She quickly reached for her knife, but the tiger slammed his strong paws into her gut, knocking her backwards against the wall. She hit the back of her head and her back hard, and slide to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. She was unable to move, paralyzed by the impact. She began to slip out of consciousness, as the three beast men were closing in. 

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