Post by Uri Novosi on Jan 20, 2015 5:50:26 GMT -5
The cold of the Northern Winters didn’t bother Uri so much. True, he was used to the scorching heat of his desert sun but even when he visited the Northern cities in this season he only needed to shrug on a slightly heavier jacket and he was fine. The cold he could survive just fine, but it was the damp that made him shudder. The humidity got into his lungs and made him feel lethargic. He hated this part of the north most of all, even more than their strange, soft accents and their assumptions that he was underclass.
Uri grunted in protest and pulled his jacket closer, pushing the fabric of his collar over his nose and mouth to keep out the damp and the smell of the Spirit streets. People pressed in more closely here than what he was used to and Uri couldn’t help but feel suspicious. He was carrying a large sum of coin on his person, more even than he usually did. He needed to enlist the aid of a specific witch in the Spirit and the City warlocks didn’t come cheap. The purse was thick and fat, and even though it was hidden under the belt of his coat he had the feeling that the coin he carried was suddenly public knowledge.
And his unease was proved to be true when, suddenly; a small hand reached under his coat and yanked his purse free. Uri swore loudly in his own tongue and spun around, catching the sight of someone in a heavy brown cloak running away from him. ”Hey! Ge’ back h’re!” Uri shouted, his anger thickening his accent.
Shoving aside a concerned stranger, Uri took off after the small running figure, running as fast as he could after the taller thief. One of his needles found its way into his hand as he turned a sharp corner and skidded over sleet as he chased the stranger into a crowded alley. Several of the impoverished citizens of the Spirit stared at the two of them as they ran through the alley, and a few of the people on the streets had stopped to watch. Fortunately, they were in for a good enough show as Uri managed to catch up to the thief and tackle him around the middle. Uri wrestled the man to the ground and flipped him over then sat down on the stranger’s belly. ”Alrigh’, give to back,” Uri growled and he dug his needle into the skin of the man’s throat.
Uri grunted in protest and pulled his jacket closer, pushing the fabric of his collar over his nose and mouth to keep out the damp and the smell of the Spirit streets. People pressed in more closely here than what he was used to and Uri couldn’t help but feel suspicious. He was carrying a large sum of coin on his person, more even than he usually did. He needed to enlist the aid of a specific witch in the Spirit and the City warlocks didn’t come cheap. The purse was thick and fat, and even though it was hidden under the belt of his coat he had the feeling that the coin he carried was suddenly public knowledge.
And his unease was proved to be true when, suddenly; a small hand reached under his coat and yanked his purse free. Uri swore loudly in his own tongue and spun around, catching the sight of someone in a heavy brown cloak running away from him. ”Hey! Ge’ back h’re!” Uri shouted, his anger thickening his accent.
Shoving aside a concerned stranger, Uri took off after the small running figure, running as fast as he could after the taller thief. One of his needles found its way into his hand as he turned a sharp corner and skidded over sleet as he chased the stranger into a crowded alley. Several of the impoverished citizens of the Spirit stared at the two of them as they ran through the alley, and a few of the people on the streets had stopped to watch. Fortunately, they were in for a good enough show as Uri managed to catch up to the thief and tackle him around the middle. Uri wrestled the man to the ground and flipped him over then sat down on the stranger’s belly. ”Alrigh’, give to back,” Uri growled and he dug his needle into the skin of the man’s throat.