OOC: And now, almost a day after this started, the Moonlight Writer makes her entrance.

Raven Karan the Mightyena
Streets outside the Azalea's Jewelry, Scarwell, Azmarax
Affected rpers: none

A dry breeze lifted the dust of the quiet town off the ground and into the air. Silence had filled the area, most citizens paying their daily patronage to the taverns at this hour. Of course, alcohol was something good, but jewelry was better.

Silent as a shadow and swift as an eclipse, a figure slipped along the walls of the nearby establishments. She had one mission, and one mission only, retrieve the Lilligant emerald necklace. It was an easy task. It was child's play. She could not screw up.

As the figure approached nearer the store, she noticed a sign on the door. It brought a smile to the girl's face. They were closed for a tavern visit, just as she had predicted. Claws extended, a quicker pace was made to approach the window where the Lilligant emerald necklace lay. Upon arrival to the desired destination, the thief lifted her right paw to the window and carefully cut into the glass. Upon finishing, she retracted her claws back into her paw, and pulled back the glass.

She switched paws now, something specific for this job contained in her left paw. Dust. With a flick of her wrist, the thief released the dust into the hole. Trigger wires came into view. The thief only snickered, slipped her paw in, and began to pull out the necklace. Then, she heard footsteps.

Her moment of panic caused the thief to move carelessly and hit one of the tripwires. Alarms began to ring out in the store. The thief panicked, the Lilligant emerald necklace landing on the ground. The thief scooped it up into her mouth and began to run, unsure if anyone would care to follow. The shouts that followed answered her point.

"Eh! It's that dark type again!"

"The quadrupled right?"

"Yeah, that's the one!"

The thief ducked out of the way as a flame burst nearly scorched her fur. A quick glance over the shoulder told the whole tale. It was those three dumb deputies again. What was with this town and dark type quadrupled pokeism?

The thief turned down a nearby road, the jewelry still clenched tight in her jaws. It didn't occur to her that her tight grip might break the jewels, but that was not her main concern right now. Another flame burst hit the dirt path beside the thief and she stumbled a little in surprise.

'No,' she thought, exasperation in every idea that floated through her head, 'not now! I can't shut down now! They'll catch me!' Despite the mental protests, the body of the thief did not listen. Pain began to rise in all her joints as she tried to force herself to continue at the speed she had been going. The thief ignored it, but the pain only rose in agony and hit harder than before with each step she took.

Another flame burst hit the ground and the thief was forced into a dead end alleyway. Her legs shook as they could barely support her. She breathed hard, the effort it was taking to even remain standing right now exhausting her. It was shameful, truly, to go down like this.

The thief scouted out a route for her escape, but was having no luck. What Raven Karan needed now, more than anything else, was a distraction.