Lost and Found (Mithos)[C]

[mourninglife]

Right, he had taken a small sack bag and no one had noticed. Then he had gotten the brightest idea ever: steal couple food to last several days. He didn't expect to get into trouble for filling up the sack of food and some empty canteens since he had lost his own in an incident further back.

What was Ao doing right now? Running away from a small group of armored people. He hadn't expected those kind of people to deal with him. He expected the store owners to deal with him. At first, he ran on all fours, easily running away until he heard some hoofbeats. That was his signal to fly.

With a few flaps of his leathery wings and a snap of his tail, Ao soared into the air, clinging onto his precious sack. Now they shouldn't be able to track him from the sky. Soon, the landscapes of rocks and bare patches of grass disappeared into tall green plains. Wonderful, he could hide the search out in here!

Tilting his wings downward and flapping harshly, he landed safely and bounced away from the dust cloud that was formed from his flaps. The hybrid glanced around as best as he could without being discovered and crouched down, clinging onto his sack as he attempted to waddle around without attracting any attention or sound.

"Since when did people get so overprotective of their foods...? The hybrid thought to himself, scrunching his face up in an confused but annoyed manner. Yes, indeed, since when did they start calling on those armored people on him?

He didn't know and he didn't care. All that mattered was that he was going to escape with this filled sack in his arms. He allowed himself a small grin as he continued to waddle aimlessly.

[Jessie]

It was midday in the Kabal City. The sun shone bright, and the gentle breeze passed down the open-ground ventilation in the form of a cooled layer of air. It was no difference than what Mithos experienced every day when not on the job, strolling around aimlessly til either someone required his services, or he found something that perked his interest. It was on rare occasion that he step foot out of the city when not on the job, and on such, he would be gone for days at a time. This often caused a discomfort in his frequent customers, especially when in dire need and their henchmen were not in perimeter to seize the deed. But it had become somewhat a trait of his now, a well known habit that one would consider before hiring him in the first place.

A pack of warriors clothed in plated armor trampled by, heading in the opposite direction of the Elf as he made his way into the markets, searching for something to fill his appetite. Usually on such a burst, it meant a thief or other local crime had been called in. But on the unusual notice that no one else had passed his footsteps in the past moments, he could only assume that the group of men were chasing a ghost.

That is, until a sudden pull of gravity attached itself upon the Elf's leg.

"Please! Help me!"

Crimson orbs staring down, the weight of a plump Dwarf sat against his plated boot, chubby arms wrapped around the mass of his leg like a claw. Mithos raised a brow, a small sneer escaping his mouth as his look of disapproval loomed over the man.

"Your a Merc, right? You're suppose to be better than those lousy solider likes! I've been robbed!" the man babbled.

"So what if I am... I don't do the deeds of those who... beg," the elvaan hissed. Noticing the awkwardness of the situation, the Dwarf immediately hopped off the boot, dusting his knee caps, if such existed, before looking back at the red hues.

"A Mag! It robbed me of my food! And he took a sack, too! A thief!"

"Shameful. Had you been watching over your place, you wouldn't have had such an occurrence," Mithos snarled.

"I went in my hut to retrieve a drink, and came back to find the thing running off..." the Dwarf plead. "Please... thieves shouldn't go unhanded! I'll pay you, a fair 20 coins, what do you say?"

This man was desperate, and the amount of emotion written across his plump face, irritated Mithos on a scale of its' own. But what did he have to lose? A simple theft, and 20 coins in his pocket, just a bit over literal pocket change. "Fine, Dwarf. I'll go seek out this thief. The description?"

"Definitely looks like a Drake Mag, and red skin. He took off to the south, the last I seen. He took flight before the warriors could trap him. But they said the matter wasn't important enough to call out the Riders... please, Merc. Bring this disgrace to justice!"

"Yes, of course..." the thick layer of sarcasm oblivious to the Dwarf, the Elf waved a hand in the air as he began to backtrack his steps, heading in the direction of the city gates.

[mourninglife]

It seemed like no one was coming after Ao now. He allowed his grin to grow wider as he continued with his funny waddling until he was assured that the city was far enough. Once he peeked to see that gaping hole further away, he plopped down to his butt and stuck a clawed hand into his stolen sack.

He swallowed as he pulled out a red apple and stared at it before biting down, his fangs doing quick work of penetrating the outer surface of the apple. Within several bites and chews, the apple was no more than a core full of seeds. He flicked it behind his shoulder and reached in for another one. He proceeded to munch on the second apple, relishing the feel of food finally occupying his stomach.

"Mmm-mhm, this is pretty good, if I do say so myself! Shame I couldn't pay for it through." The hybrid muttered between bites, his tail slowly wagging out of happiness at having food. He could have hunted for himself but he had hit a rather bad spot of luck and kept losing his preys to hunters. He had to run away every time the hunters had spotted him.

He flicked the empty core over his shoulder once more and dug in for a different fruit or whatever he had stolen. He soon came up with an orange. He grimaced at the sight of the round fruit but shrugged it off.

"Eh whatever, beggars can't be choosers!" Ao chanted a little as he worked to peel it so he could just consume the inner flesh. Each time he had peeled the skin, he flicked the pieces over his shoulders until he had gotten to his prize: the inner flesh of the orange. He bit into it, not caring about the juices running down his chin, and finished it within minutes.

The draconian being wiped away the juices and hummed to himself as he felt himself around his torso area, checking just how bad it was when it came to keeping himself in shape. At the very moment, he was thinning and that was never a good thing. He needed all of his muscles for the flight and if these muscles were weakening, he wouldn't be able to fly.

"Etch...... I gotta eat more meat soon... I can't always live on these fruit and veggies." He muttered to himself glumly, looking at himself and let out a sigh. Sometimes he hated his luck with wild animals.

[Jessie]

One could not simply state where the elvaans' location stood, or his pure reasoning of being out in the middle of the golden fields, looking rather lost than on an objective. While the Dwarf's directional sense was cut by the lack of view, due to the structure of the City, it certainly didn't help that one could not hide in that of grass alone. Especially if the individual was what the Dwarf claimed, a Magundi.

Unlike others, the Mags were... cursed. That is, in the eyes of the beholder, in this case- Mithos. Beings stuck in a mid transformation, never able to relinquish a true physical appearance, the equivalent of a failed experiment.

Considering the odds, the elf turned his attention to the south, the border of Namos deep in the horizon. Though, before the evergreen jungle, there was a makeshift of a clustered woodland, a perfect spot for any perpetrator to take shelter in. At least, in this short bit of time. There were many elements that would shape the odds of someone running all the way from the City and reaching the Jungle within the time of the crime to now, and Mithos held it for certain that it was impossible, with the time he was knowledgeable of, that one could breech Namos without being spotted.

"This should be.. amusing," he purred, the clacking of steel leggings now in the direction of the towering plant life. The closer the Elf became, the more fierce his grip tightened on one of the daggers he kept hidden away in his chainmail. The element of surprise was one of many things that didn't phase this merc, as he stood always on the edge of awareness.

[mourninglife]

As Ao ate his stolen goods, he became aware of some odd steel clacking sounds somewhere in the distance, coming closer and closer. He glanced upwards and sensed some sort of danger in the air. He didn't like the feeling he was getting right now so he tied the sack up and plopped it on his back as quietly as he could before starting to move around the plains on all fours.

He grimaced at the soft sounds he was making and decided to pull down the goggles that had been resting against his flight cap. This way, he could go lower to the ground and walked carefully, almost like a stalking cougar and its prey. However, there was a fatal error in this method.

He couldn't see and so he didn't know where he was going within the tall grass that consisted the plains. He cursed mentally at this observation but continued on with it anyways. It was better than being attacked by someone just because he stood up.

Nevertheless, he was scared for his life at this very moment.

[Jessie]

Upon reaching the previous location of the Drake, the Elf stared down at his feet with a look of disgust. Laid all around his feet, were shreds of fruit. Skins, cores, seeds, it was obvious that whoever stole the Dwarf's goods was near by. But what didn't make sense, was that it was simply foods. 'Hunting... because someone stole food... 20 coins, for this? he snarled to himself, the lack of intelligence the Dwarf held now becoming more superior than what he had left him with. Needless to say, it was practically free pocket change. And the tyrant had nothing more on his to do list.

Observing the ground once more before deciding a new direction, narrow crimson orbs came upon a foot print, heavily pressed into the dirt as if a scurry. The thief had left just moments ago, and certainly a drake breed, the talons and size in the imprint possibly half the size of a full blood.

"Running away, are we?" Mithos smirked, looking towards the direction of the print, the taller plains of Kabal in the rise.

Suddenly, crimson hues locked upon a faint movement, brushed against the tails of the plains. Had it been the wind, the grass would have highlighted itself in golden shades. But this, this was one area in particular. The movement of something living. He had found his prize.

Snapping off the steel plate guards from his legs and removing the thin mail from his torso, Mithos began to stroll quietly behind the Magundi, one dagger in hand while the other was silenced by his other palm, pressing against his side. Not a single noise, except for the blend of movement that sounded as lightly as the movement of nature, pressed into the fields.

Within minutes, a shimmer of light reflected back at the Elf, something that had resembled a jewel. A green emerald, as a matter of fact, sliding between the grass like a ghost. When the warlock was able to close the distance between he and the thief, it was then confirmed that the jewel was attached at the tail, tainted with red, along with the length of its' body. He made note of the draconian horns that peered over the skull and mesh of brown hair, as well as the massive wingspan that, apparently, the Mag had no intention of using. If he could just measure the timing just right...

Quickly, with no hesitation, the Elf jumped at Ao, aiming to wrap his arms at the mans' torso to grip him between the marrow of his wings, and if he was successful, he would make his stand there, placing the blade at the Mag's neck, all odds to his favor.

[mourninglife]

Suddenly, as the sounds of the odd clanking sounds appeared, it disappeared. Ao froze for a moment, allowing himself to calm down. No, the bad feeling persisted and seemed to increase. He resumed his stalking-like walk, hoping the feeling would go away soon. For some odd reason, the feeling refused to leave him be.

He grimaced at the feeling and let out a soft sigh of annoyance as he stalked among the grass. Then he decided to stop for no reason, other than attempting to figure out why he was feeling something dangerous was going to happen very, very soon. That reason appeared out of nowhere, latching on his body.

The hybrid let out a short noise of surprise before snarling, dropping somewhat on the ground. He twisted his head around to see partial view of his attacker. He let out a growl as he felt a blade against his soft neck and smirked to himself, snaking his tail between the attacker's legs.

If the odd-skinned elf had suspected nothing, then he would proceed to smack at the attacker's back with the flat side of his tail-blade, which was also charged with some electricity, enough to shock him but not enough to do any serious damage to his body.

[Jessie]

The two bodies twined in twist and turns, noises that represented struggle escaping from both. Mithos had finally got a grip onto the mans' torso, blade pressed thinly against the caressed neck of his, the under tone smooth, while the bridge was occupied with that of scales. If the Magundi were a curse as Mithos looked at them as, Ao was a worst case scenario.

A small snarl came from the mans lips as he began to warn, "Stop struggling, Mag! You're making this more difficult than it has to be!" A smirk pressed against his features, the elf continued to threaten the blade at the mans' skin, until a sharp, bolting pain struck through his own. The gem he had seen before, attached to Ao's tail, had apparently been some energy source, a defense mechanism maybe? All he knew, is that things were taking a turn for the worst.

His body numbed by the shock, and a bruising pain to his lower spine, Mithos's slender form flopped from the Magundi, rolling onto the dirt on his stomach. A growl perched itself out of his throat, narrow eyes directing themselves to the broad form of red features.

[mourninglife]

Ao glanced at the felled elf and shook himself a little. God, he never liked having extra weight on him, especially when it came to grappling with elves. Still, he was glad his mini plan worked, to some unknown extents. It seemed like his attacker was paralyzed for a short time and he wasn't about to waste it.

He jumped onto the elf, pinning all of his limbs to the ground, and leaned down to whisper into his ear, "My name is not Mag. Who sent you to find me? If it's about that theft, then you can just go to someone else. I'm not giving those food up."

He stared at the helpless form and pondered if he should shock him further or not. He seemed to be a worthy opponent and possibly a Merc from how he had acted towards him or he could have just been a really skilled solider. He narrowed his eyes as he swallowed and proceeded with his decision: shock him until he fainted.

"I'm sorry for this. Seems like I'll have to make it difficult than it has to be." He murmured lightly, copying the attacker's phrase as he charged up. He relaxed slightly, allowing the built-up charge to flow from his hands and feet into the elf's body until he fainted.

[Jessie]

The scenery became a startled daze and blend of blur as the Elf felt his body twist, now laying on his back and the weight of the drake-like form towering over him. By time his senses came to view, Ao had already pinned his somewhat fragile form into the dirt, the mass too heavy for simple trashes of movement to expose.

Another sharp growl pitched his throat, baring teeth in a scowl as Mithos stared into the very emeralds that occupied Ao's eyes. How could he have fallen for such a trick! Then again, he never expected his enemy to be of all elements, lightning, either. It was one of the tricky-er elements to counter, and shades were not a weapon of choice.

He spoke not a word as the draconian being warned him, admitting to his crimes of the stolen food. Now, if he could just get the advantage again and capture the beast behind city walls...

But to no avail. Again, the pulsing pain caused the Elvaan to cringe, nails digging into the flesh of his palm until numbness consumed his entire existence, his vision first going a blur, then black.

[mourninglife]

Ao stopped his electricity and got off the elf's body when he was already starting to drift off into unconsciousness. He stared at him and leaned down to whisper into his ear, "My name is Ao Viing."

He kept his emerald eyes upon the form of the elf as he passed out from the overload of electricity coursing through his body. A moment passed with silence and he went off to find his sack. Once he found it, he returned to the area where his attacker laid.

Now... To find a way to get him to the city safely. The hybrid allowed his eyes to linger upon his attacker's form before setting them up to the sky. He calmed himself to the point where he could focus and took a deep breath, expelling it into a loud, screeching cry that would possibly, with slim chance, attract a Dragon Rider's dragon to this area.

He did it once more to make sure anything heard it and fled from the scene. No need to stay there while he was the culprit. When he reached the border of the plains, he focused on his feelings and found that he felt his victory was a hollow one. With a soft sigh from the winds, he disappeared to the other lands with his stolen goods.

[Jessie]

Nightfall had taken its' turn across the land of Aedai, by time Mithos awoken. His head felt groggy, and his limbs still itched with the feeling of slight shock. Turning his head in both directions, the plains were decorated in a sea of midnight blues, the very same golden fields he had past out upon. With the difference that there had been no culprit.

Bringing himself to a stand, Mithos stalled a moment, stretching his arms and shaking the leftover tensions out of his legs, before heading several yards back into the scarce set of trees the fruit skin sat. At least the Magundi didn't take his armor, the plates and chain still on the ground where he unequipped it. Sighing, thin hands reached out and collected the gear, attaching each piece where it belonged before taking the direction back to the city.

20 coins... now he understood the Dwarf's purpose. The thief was not your classic Mag of average size, and his mass was beyond that of the Elvaans. Even by first impression, it was well aware to not take the beast lightly. It was clear that the elf had fallen for the trap, however, and didn't approach hard enough.

"Ao Viing, huh?" his fanged teeth glimmered in the moonlight in the form of a smirk. Now, unless he had a job from another, his days in the future were promised to be... a bit more exercise than usual, the determination of hunting his man down, now the Elf's current goal.

[Jessie]

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