08-18-2018, 04:36 AM
♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
//Permission granted by Emil to do this!
Dante's Weekly Job this week was to steal food, slaves, or something from another group. So the hybrid had chosen The Rosebloods as his victim, and food as his target. Of course, the hybrid was no idiot and decided to raid their camp at night, slinking around the territory with the moon high in the sky. His orange pelt likely did some justice here, though his wings... probably not so much. Dante had to keep them tucked in, in fear of them making noise. He couldn't fly with them anyway, so it wasn't like the guy could just duck into The Roseblood's camp and steal what he could find and run off. No, the Strong Arm had to carefully maneuver around the area with a bag in his mouth.
It didn't take him very long to find their camp, considering how strong the smell was here. The hybrid halted a few paces from the entrance, hiding behind trees, as if making sure there was nobody guarding the place. There were a couple NPCs outside, seemingly some sort of (unofficial) guards. Easy targets. Dante grinned to himself, quickly leaping out at them. Due to being a hybrid, he was slightly bigger than the NPC felines and was quickly able to subdue them by placing his paws over their faces, suffocating them until they passed out. He could have murdered them, sure, but he wanted The Rosebloods to know who had done this.
Dante once again checked to see if anybody was up and about and luckily, it seemed everybody was asleep. Carefully, the orange-pelted hybrid went to their food pile, grabbing as many pieces of freshkill as he could in his back before he bounded back off to The Pitt. By now the sun was starting to rise and Dante knew that the members were likely beginning to awake now, and he had to get out of here as quickly as possible.
//Feel free to note Dante/The Pitt did this, as he did not bother hiding his scent!
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.Dante's Weekly Job this week was to steal food, slaves, or something from another group. So the hybrid had chosen The Rosebloods as his victim, and food as his target. Of course, the hybrid was no idiot and decided to raid their camp at night, slinking around the territory with the moon high in the sky. His orange pelt likely did some justice here, though his wings... probably not so much. Dante had to keep them tucked in, in fear of them making noise. He couldn't fly with them anyway, so it wasn't like the guy could just duck into The Roseblood's camp and steal what he could find and run off. No, the Strong Arm had to carefully maneuver around the area with a bag in his mouth.
It didn't take him very long to find their camp, considering how strong the smell was here. The hybrid halted a few paces from the entrance, hiding behind trees, as if making sure there was nobody guarding the place. There were a couple NPCs outside, seemingly some sort of (unofficial) guards. Easy targets. Dante grinned to himself, quickly leaping out at them. Due to being a hybrid, he was slightly bigger than the NPC felines and was quickly able to subdue them by placing his paws over their faces, suffocating them until they passed out. He could have murdered them, sure, but he wanted The Rosebloods to know who had done this.
Dante once again checked to see if anybody was up and about and luckily, it seemed everybody was asleep. Carefully, the orange-pelted hybrid went to their food pile, grabbing as many pieces of freshkill as he could in his back before he bounded back off to The Pitt. By now the sun was starting to rise and Dante knew that the members were likely beginning to awake now, and he had to get out of here as quickly as possible.
//Feel free to note Dante/The Pitt did this, as he did not bother hiding his scent!
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛