There'll be peace when you are done
06-24-2013, 10:02 PM
The moon shone on his rugged dirty pelt as his paws carried him quickly through the forest. He had struck again, another prize added to his bundle of treasure to be put in his den with everything else. Jack was a sly one, quick with words added with a confusing touch. He smirked as he ran, his prize held gently but firmly in his teeth. The bundle on his back bounced with each stride as he brushed past ferns and bushes and leaped over rocks and boulders. Nobody had suspected him until it was too late, but now they would not find him. The ragged pirate new exactly which hidden trails to take and which ones to leave a mark, so as to confuse any pursuers. He was a trickster alright, only having been caught a few times to escape yet again. Brown eyes glinted in the moonlight as he thought of his latest victim. A brute whom thought he owned everyone and everything. Well, with just a few words of flattery and Jack had befriended the male. Forging a counterfeit bond of trust so that he could get closer to what he wanted. A token worth more then anything he had stored in his hideaway. What he would do with it was beyond him, but for now it would remain his. Along with the other stolen goods he had taken from other wolves as well. Satisfied with the weeks takings, he quickened his pace.
As Jack neared his hideout, he scented something not far from where he was. Stopping to taste the air, he picked up the scent of another wolf just over the rise. Curious as to who would be out here so late, he followed the scent as quietly as he could. Once at the top of the rise, his gaze fell on the other wolf he had detected. The pirate swept himself into a nearby hollow where he could watch her, hidden. Undetected was he, hidden away from prying eyes. A master of disguise and trickery, as well as a silver tongue. He managed it all this one. He moved carefully so that his pillaged bundle did not make a sound against the sides of the hollow. He stooped low to the ground as he drew closer. He remained still when he reached the edge of the hollow, still hidden, however. And with a curious and drawling note to his tone, asked:
"And what would a dame such as yourself be doin' way out here by yer lonesome? Don't you know there are all manner of dangerous creatures about? Like Pirates?"
As Jack neared his hideout, he scented something not far from where he was. Stopping to taste the air, he picked up the scent of another wolf just over the rise. Curious as to who would be out here so late, he followed the scent as quietly as he could. Once at the top of the rise, his gaze fell on the other wolf he had detected. The pirate swept himself into a nearby hollow where he could watch her, hidden. Undetected was he, hidden away from prying eyes. A master of disguise and trickery, as well as a silver tongue. He managed it all this one. He moved carefully so that his pillaged bundle did not make a sound against the sides of the hollow. He stooped low to the ground as he drew closer. He remained still when he reached the edge of the hollow, still hidden, however. And with a curious and drawling note to his tone, asked:
"And what would a dame such as yourself be doin' way out here by yer lonesome? Don't you know there are all manner of dangerous creatures about? Like Pirates?"
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