this is a stick up!
01-16-2022, 07:26 PM
Balsam was putting together a little setup in the treetops of the soulless forest. The ground below was so dark and mist-covered that with the right weaving his shelter above blended into the darkness. It was curious the things he remembered from his childhood. How to weave the branches, how to hide the shelters from view, etc. Those years were long over and yet here he was able to pull that information from his memories and put it to use.
This setup wasn't jut some cute little shelter. No, this was a base of operations. The operations? Highway robbery. For most of his life Balsam had thieved for what he needed. He didn't hunt, didn't build, didn't do the pack thing at all, honestly. Granted, he'd done all that in a group which had made it considerably easier even factoring in the need to fight for his share. This stuff? All on his own? He was struggling. But, and this was important, he was up for the challenge. Not only was he going to be just fine he was going to make a name for himself. The Treetop Bandit! He could see it now...
His ears perked as a sound in the distance caught his attention. A passerby? God, he hoped so. He was hungry. Balsam skittered through the trees as quickly and quietly as he could before stopping in the shadows of a tall and foreboding oak. There he peeked through the leaves and looked around for signs of travel and goods worth stealing.