#۞starter

{ لص }—  The air was cold as the thief snuck his way through the temple. It a small shrine within an unimportant village but the offerings left for the goddess where nothing a good thief would ignore. So in the cover of the night, he collected all offerings and was about to leave the temple halls... 

      { لص }— “A priest? Don’t make me laugh!” Bakurah mocked,  leaned back against a rock after the young boy happened to cross his path. 

         --- “You’re just a brat.”

     { لص }—  “Even in death you’re a lap dog.” Bakurah sneered.  “You should have stayed dead, instead of returning in this ridiculous state.”

{ لص }— The man on the horse looked somewhat... Important. He did not appear from around these Kingdoms however so the thief could only assume that he was a royal from a country near by.

{ لص }—  Bakurah squinted his eyes at the tv. Even after Ryou explained to him how it worked, he still considered it strange magic and constantly kept looking behind to see if there wasn’t a window behind it.

     { لص }— The thief was leaned against the cold stone wall - smirking at the blonde haired boy who was tosssed into the cell in front of his. 

            “I was wondering when I was going to get some company.”

{ لص }—  The thief was crouched on the rooftop of a building, his glaring gaze locked on the palace in the distance. Only the sound of something falling to the ground caught his attention. His eyes fell upon the form of a small girl who had dropped a bowl of something, fruits perhaps.