Post by ConstantConfusion on Sept 19, 2013 6:57:50 GMT -5
“Come on. Hurry.” A female voice whispers into the dark night. “Yeah, yeah. Don't hurry me.” Answers a male voice, whispering just like the female one. “Nyah. You're so slow. We could have robbed two manors if it wasn't for your slow ass.” She sighs at him and waits for him to catch up. She can't help but smile amused about it. Her eyes go over the garden they're in. She doesn't have much left for flowers and such things, thus she doesn't give the gardens content much attention, except for the quick glance right now. “Can't wait to loot this place.” Excitement fills her voice and even the whispering can't mask this entirely. "I bet they're bursting with riches." She chuckles slightly and the man stretches his arm out and tugs on the woman, causing her to spin around and hiss at him. “Get your dirty hands off from me!” He rolls his eyes with a grin and gives her a weak slap against the shoulder, afterwards he points towards a certain room in the manor.
The woman lifts one of her brows and mutters. “Why is there light? They told us nobody would be here today.” The man keeps close to his friend and the wall that surrounds the property. Doesn't seem to offer much protection, considering there are two rogues right next to it. He shrugs and looks around. This doesn't feel right to him and he'd rather leave. “Seems fishy to me. We should just go. The Intel is wrong, so we don't have to do it.” The woman shakes her head. Her eyes spark with curiosity, while gawking at the big, luxurious manor. “Don't you want to at least take a look? Not everyday we can waltz into a house like this. Would be a waste.” She looks towards her friend while talking, but he just shakes his head. “And risk my freedom? I like being outside of jail too much to risk this. Let's just go.” The man turns around and the woman suddenly growls up. She took her dagger out of its husk and holds it up, the moonlight reflects on the blade. “If you don't want to be stabbed you better turn around now and come with me.” He sighs and turns around once more, facing the woman again. “Alright. Alright. We'll do it your way. Again. For the thousandth time. In a row. Alright?” She chuckles amused and puts the blade away. “Just how I like it. Now let's cut the chatter and get into that house.”
Silently they make their way through the garden, keeping close to the shadow the massive stone wall that surrounds the garden spends. “Why do I even put up with you.” He sighs slightly, a grin on his face. “You like me too much.” She offers him a wink in the dark and he nods. “Can't let you run into trouble on your own after all.” She chuckles slightly, content about what he just said. “Couldn't picture anybody better to rob a manor.” She signs her friend to be silent and they creep towards the lit room. The pond with flowing water masks the sound of their steps and breathing. The man leans over and dares to take a few quick glances of the room. “So? Anybody there?” The woman takes a look herself, while waiting for an answer. “Nope. You think they forgot to put the light out maybe? The candle seems to be new. Judging from the size.” Her friend just shrugs. “What do I know. Let's get inside and find out.” She starts moving around the house and waves for him to follow. He was about to leave, but something caught the attention out of the corner of his eye. He stares into the room, looking slightly confused. “Weird. Could have sworn there was somebody.” He shakes his head and sneaks after his friend.
He passes the corner and nearly falls over her. She's sitting in front of a trapdoor and trying to work on the lock that keeps the door shut. The lock pick makes silent clicking noises whenever she tries to find the right spot to get it open. “The cellar? Really?” He looks at the wooden door and leans against the wall. For a while he watches her fiddle and then looks through the garden, inspecting the flowers he can see in the moonlight. It's a soothing sight for him, the clicking of the lock and the splashing from the pond add to it. He takes a deep breath and smiles. “The cellar. Really.” She answers in a derisive tone and looks up to him. She rolls her eyes for a second. “I hate how passive you are about most things we do.” He opens his eyes and looks down to her. “If we'd do something nice for once, I'd maybe be more into it.” She growls, the lock is starting to annoy her. Whenever she thinks she got it, the lock pick jumps away and she has to search again. “Is this not nice for you? Robbing a house. Together? Just the two of us in the dark?” She takes a glance at his expression and chuckles about it.
“N-No. It's alright, but we could be in a tavern or so. Instead of trying to enter a dusty cellar.” The nervousness vanishes out of his face and suddenly she slams the lock against the wooden door, causing it to produce a rather loud thumping noise. “You stupid piece of scrap. Open the fuck up or I'll fucking lose it.” She clenches her teeth together and growls at the object. The lock pick jumped away again and in her little fit of rage, she managed to break the pick completely. “Too bad the locks don't work like your underwear. Coming right off the moment somebody touches them.” He fashions a broad, smug smile and earn an evil stare from her. “Are you calling me a slut? Is that it? It that fucking it? How about I make a lock pick out of your bones to open this thing.” She keeps on growling but he just smiles amused and rolls his eyes. He refrains from answering and looks up into the sky. It's getting rather cloudy and thus everything gets a bit darker. “Ignoring me? You know what. I'll ignore you the next time you cry for help.” She scoffs frustrated and gets a new lock pick out, which she immediately starts using.
“Why do people even use locks. I'll get it open either way.” She snarls at the lock and he takes a deep breath, suddenly she stops her actions and listens to something. “Hey. You heard that too, right?” He raises a brow and focuses on listening. After a few moments of silence he shakes his head. “Trying to distract from your lack of lock picking skills?” He chuckles amused, taking this all rather lightly. She growls as an answer. “Shut up. Locks are difficult. Do it better if you can.” He sighs. “Calm down, alright? Why are you so annoyed? You'll get it open soon enough.” She stops her growling and swallows down the anger she has. With some focus and a bit of time the lock finally gives away and she throws it away into the grass.
She grabs the handles of the trap door and opens it, a chute lies underneath and without further ado the woman climbs down into the cellar. “Hey? Are you mad?” He follows her quickly and stretches his arm out in the darkness. “Wait for me. You know I can't see in the dark.” She refrains from answering, the comment from him is still sitting inside of her. She starts walking towards some of the rooms contents. Barrels, crates and bags are lying around. She takes her dagger and starts cutting the bags open. Seeds flow out of them and scatter on the ground. “You're hard to put up with sometimes.” He sighs frustrated. “I'll go get a few candles for me and you'll calm down, alright?” He shakes his head due to the lack of an answer and inches his way towards what he made out to be the stairs. He climbs up on the stairs and leans against the door, trying to make out any noise behind it.
He pushes the door open and walks into the kitchen, he scans the room with a few glances and dismisses it. “Not like they'd put their valuables in the kitchen or storage.” He chuckles shallow and walks towards the closest door, repeating the listening process, before entering. He's in the hallway and he can see light coming from around a corner. “Must be the lit room.” He's curious about the room, but decides to look for candles first. He looks through close by furniture and rummages through them, creating slight noise while pushing a bunch of items out of his way. “Candles. Candles. No candles?” He shakes his head, pushing envelopes, mail paper and other things out of the way.
Meantime in the cellar the woman is doing her best to take everything apart without creating a giant ruckus. “Moron. Idiot.” She shakes her head and throws a bag of seeds against the wall. It's contents fall to the ground and scatter all over the place. Nothing of even slight worth has been found and this the woman decides to leave this stupid room. She growls for a brief second and rushes towards the door. Luckily she doesn't suffer from impaired vision during the night and thus she found her way to the kitchen. She ponders around if she should just dismiss this room or go for a snack. Suddenly she shrugs. “Why not I guess.” She opens a few cupboards and looks through them, but sadly they're empty. “Why isn't there any food here.” She continues her search, opening a crate and taking a look into it. “Yeah. Great. Potatoes.” She sighs and goes for another set of cupboards. “Finally.” She eyes the objects that lie inside of the cupboard and her smile instantly turns into a frown. “Nyaaah. Just stupid vegetables. Better than nothing. I guess.” She sounds disappointed, but takes the tomato either way. She bites into the fruit and walks towards the closest door to her current position.
“About time.” He mutters whole stuffing some candles into his bags. He takes the matchsticks out of the lowest drawer and lights the candle he kept out for his own vision. He stashes the matchsticks into his pocket and get's up on his feet, closing the drawer with one foot. It's old makeshift furniture and the carpet on the hallway is surprisingly soft. While looking for things he kept his eyes open but he didn't spot anything of value. “Hopefully she calmed down.” He sighs slightly. Her sudden bursts of anger scare him at times. It's like having a bomb in your hand, not knowing when exactly it might explode. He makes his way back into the storage room, not paying much attention to his surroundings. He opens the cellar door and calls out silently. “Psst. You're there?” He sighs after silence is his only answer. “Are you still made at me? I'm sorry for implying that you're a slut.” He walks down the stairs and looks through the dark room, due to the candle he's able to see some things at least. “Hey?” Nobody answers him and he starts looking through the room.
She stepped into the dark dining room, moonlight shines into it and the huge chandelier reflects some of it. “I wonder.” She has never been a person with an eye for beauty. The only thing on her mind is the cutlery right now and their eventual worth. The carpet muffles her steps and her claw brushes against the fancy looking chair. Quality wood, expensive red cloth and decorated with golden color. A whole set of those are inside of the room, but sadly they're not worth the trouble to get them out. She picks up one of the knifes that are placed next to plates. It looks as if somebody is about to have dinner. With curious eyes she stares at the object and weighs it in her claw. “Nyah. Guess we can take that with us, if we don't find anything else.”She puts the knife down and starts looking at every piece of cutlery and she even investigated some drawers she came close to, but suddenly she tenses up. Her heart starts beating at an increased pace and a shiver runs down her spine.
She turns her head around and stares out of the window, or would if it wasn't for somebody standing in front of it and looking back at her. She suppresses the urge to scream, but can't help herself but to fall down. She managed to knock a vase over and it shattered loudly on the ground. She lands on top of the tiny fragments, causing them to crunch and dig into her leather armor. She stares at the window again, her eyes blink confused. “What? I just. Saw somebody.” She tilts her head. Her heart is beating fast but slowly she loses the tension and calms down. She get's back up on her feet and rubs her armor, trying to rid it of the sharp little pieces of the pottery. “Enough of this room.” She takes a last look at the window and hastens out of the room and back into the hallway.
He sighs. No sign of her anywhere inside of the storage room. “Where did she run off to?” He can't help it be a little bit worried about her. Trouble tends to follow her and inside of that manor any trouble feels like it's going to be big. He swallows his worries down and hastens up the stairs. “It'll be alright. She's alright. She can handle herself.” He decides to check out the other door in the kitchen and makes his way into the dining room. He gawks at the shining chandelier and stays there for a while. He enjoys the beauty of objects and other things, but his mind urges him to look for his friend. He walks through the room and takes in it's details. The cutlery is all messy and it looks like whoever lived here, left the room with haste. His foot steps on a few fragments of the vase and they crunch under his weight. “Eh?” He looks at the broken vase and kicks a big piece away with his foot.
Without wasting any more time he leaves the room and enters the hallway again. Light is shining through the doorway a little bit further down the corridor. He motions towards the lit room and leans his ear against the door. He's slightly nervous once he heard that somebody is moving around inside of it. For a second he thought to go away and just evade whoever might be there, but his curiosity got the better of him and he opens the door with care, trying to take a glance of who's inside of it. He eases up once he spots who's inside of it. He slips into the room with a slight grin on his face. “Thought I had lost you. Glad I didn't.”
He chuckles amused, watching her spin around in surprise. She blinks at the human, meeting his green eyes with her red ones. She brushes a few wisps of dark red hair out of her sight. “Nyaah! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Are you crazy?” She growls once more and frowns slightly. He swings his hands in a calming manner. “Crazy for you my dear, but that aside. Found anything?” Without a single word she shoves the golden figurine she found across the table and continues rummaging through the room like nothing happened. He takes the figurine in his hands and gawks at it. A beautiful, detailed little sculpture of a dragon. He shakes his head. “Too light to be gold, probably fake.” He puts the statue back and sighs. “So far this has been rather a waste of our time.” She nods slightly and turns around, making her way towards her friend. She crosses her arms and stares at him. He smiles amused and tilts his head slightly. “What?”
They're standing at the same height and the male coughs. “Stop staring like a psycho and let's go check the rest of the house and leave, alright?” She growls slightly. Her face is only human in shape, but her beastly origin make her look inhuman and wild. A few scars run across her visage and the feline like eyes stare at his way too cheery face. “Whats gotten into you?” She hisses slightly, which causes him to laugh up for a moment. “Was worried about you, but here you are. Insulting and rude as always. I think it's amusing, alright? This house is just getting to me I guess. Tense atmosphere, don't you think?” She nods once and her eyes glance over her human friends face, taking a look at the only scar he has. It was her doing that he got that one, but now wasn't the moment to think of it. “Yeah. Lets do the rest of the house. Maybe they have a big trophy room. I refuse to believe that there isn't anything valuable in here.” She rushes past her human friend and puts her claw around the handle. “Coming?” She looks behind her and opens the door once her friend decided to follow.
“Yeah, yeah. Right behind you.” He grins contently and takes a look behind him. It's a nice room, better than the rotten hut or the damaged bar he has to spend most of his time in. 'Must be nice to live like this' He sighs silently and follows the woman down the hallway. It's not that he hates this life, rather the contrary, he loves it but he wishes it would pay off with more than now. Living inside of the sewers isn't exactly his picture of perfection. Neither does he want to see her sit in the sewers all day either, but the feral doesn't care. She's filled with sparkling excitement, while sneaking as fast as she can towards the closest flight of stairs. Her claws dig into the wooden railing and with a few elegant steps she makes her way upwards. “Come on. Stop dreaming and get up.” She whispers down to him. He got lost in his thoughts about a different life, but the voice of his friend forces him to shake them off and et moving.
A feeling of nausea starts creeping up inside of him. He tugs on the redheads arm again. “You feel that too?” She looks back at him, lifting a brow and her constantly murderous looking eyes stare off into the distance. Suddenly she shakes her head. “What do you mean? Are you scared? Are you a little girl?” She chuckles amused and disregards the humans concerns, without a care in the world she marches forward, letting her instincts guide her. To be completely honest, the beast woman does feel her insides tensing up, but she puts it aside so that they can finally wrap this robbery up. If you can call it that, considering the sheer lack of valuables so far. “Hey. Get over here. Found something. I think.” The mans voice echoes through the corridor and the woman turns around, following the sound of it. Her furred animal ears, which tower out of her red mane, twitch slightly, causing the golden rings pierced through one of them, to clink against each other. It's a barely audible sound but every now and then it got them into trouble. “You better found something, if you call me to you. I'm not your fucking dog.”
The woman lifts one of her brows and mutters. “Why is there light? They told us nobody would be here today.” The man keeps close to his friend and the wall that surrounds the property. Doesn't seem to offer much protection, considering there are two rogues right next to it. He shrugs and looks around. This doesn't feel right to him and he'd rather leave. “Seems fishy to me. We should just go. The Intel is wrong, so we don't have to do it.” The woman shakes her head. Her eyes spark with curiosity, while gawking at the big, luxurious manor. “Don't you want to at least take a look? Not everyday we can waltz into a house like this. Would be a waste.” She looks towards her friend while talking, but he just shakes his head. “And risk my freedom? I like being outside of jail too much to risk this. Let's just go.” The man turns around and the woman suddenly growls up. She took her dagger out of its husk and holds it up, the moonlight reflects on the blade. “If you don't want to be stabbed you better turn around now and come with me.” He sighs and turns around once more, facing the woman again. “Alright. Alright. We'll do it your way. Again. For the thousandth time. In a row. Alright?” She chuckles amused and puts the blade away. “Just how I like it. Now let's cut the chatter and get into that house.”
Silently they make their way through the garden, keeping close to the shadow the massive stone wall that surrounds the garden spends. “Why do I even put up with you.” He sighs slightly, a grin on his face. “You like me too much.” She offers him a wink in the dark and he nods. “Can't let you run into trouble on your own after all.” She chuckles slightly, content about what he just said. “Couldn't picture anybody better to rob a manor.” She signs her friend to be silent and they creep towards the lit room. The pond with flowing water masks the sound of their steps and breathing. The man leans over and dares to take a few quick glances of the room. “So? Anybody there?” The woman takes a look herself, while waiting for an answer. “Nope. You think they forgot to put the light out maybe? The candle seems to be new. Judging from the size.” Her friend just shrugs. “What do I know. Let's get inside and find out.” She starts moving around the house and waves for him to follow. He was about to leave, but something caught the attention out of the corner of his eye. He stares into the room, looking slightly confused. “Weird. Could have sworn there was somebody.” He shakes his head and sneaks after his friend.
He passes the corner and nearly falls over her. She's sitting in front of a trapdoor and trying to work on the lock that keeps the door shut. The lock pick makes silent clicking noises whenever she tries to find the right spot to get it open. “The cellar? Really?” He looks at the wooden door and leans against the wall. For a while he watches her fiddle and then looks through the garden, inspecting the flowers he can see in the moonlight. It's a soothing sight for him, the clicking of the lock and the splashing from the pond add to it. He takes a deep breath and smiles. “The cellar. Really.” She answers in a derisive tone and looks up to him. She rolls her eyes for a second. “I hate how passive you are about most things we do.” He opens his eyes and looks down to her. “If we'd do something nice for once, I'd maybe be more into it.” She growls, the lock is starting to annoy her. Whenever she thinks she got it, the lock pick jumps away and she has to search again. “Is this not nice for you? Robbing a house. Together? Just the two of us in the dark?” She takes a glance at his expression and chuckles about it.
“N-No. It's alright, but we could be in a tavern or so. Instead of trying to enter a dusty cellar.” The nervousness vanishes out of his face and suddenly she slams the lock against the wooden door, causing it to produce a rather loud thumping noise. “You stupid piece of scrap. Open the fuck up or I'll fucking lose it.” She clenches her teeth together and growls at the object. The lock pick jumped away again and in her little fit of rage, she managed to break the pick completely. “Too bad the locks don't work like your underwear. Coming right off the moment somebody touches them.” He fashions a broad, smug smile and earn an evil stare from her. “Are you calling me a slut? Is that it? It that fucking it? How about I make a lock pick out of your bones to open this thing.” She keeps on growling but he just smiles amused and rolls his eyes. He refrains from answering and looks up into the sky. It's getting rather cloudy and thus everything gets a bit darker. “Ignoring me? You know what. I'll ignore you the next time you cry for help.” She scoffs frustrated and gets a new lock pick out, which she immediately starts using.
“Why do people even use locks. I'll get it open either way.” She snarls at the lock and he takes a deep breath, suddenly she stops her actions and listens to something. “Hey. You heard that too, right?” He raises a brow and focuses on listening. After a few moments of silence he shakes his head. “Trying to distract from your lack of lock picking skills?” He chuckles amused, taking this all rather lightly. She growls as an answer. “Shut up. Locks are difficult. Do it better if you can.” He sighs. “Calm down, alright? Why are you so annoyed? You'll get it open soon enough.” She stops her growling and swallows down the anger she has. With some focus and a bit of time the lock finally gives away and she throws it away into the grass.
She grabs the handles of the trap door and opens it, a chute lies underneath and without further ado the woman climbs down into the cellar. “Hey? Are you mad?” He follows her quickly and stretches his arm out in the darkness. “Wait for me. You know I can't see in the dark.” She refrains from answering, the comment from him is still sitting inside of her. She starts walking towards some of the rooms contents. Barrels, crates and bags are lying around. She takes her dagger and starts cutting the bags open. Seeds flow out of them and scatter on the ground. “You're hard to put up with sometimes.” He sighs frustrated. “I'll go get a few candles for me and you'll calm down, alright?” He shakes his head due to the lack of an answer and inches his way towards what he made out to be the stairs. He climbs up on the stairs and leans against the door, trying to make out any noise behind it.
He pushes the door open and walks into the kitchen, he scans the room with a few glances and dismisses it. “Not like they'd put their valuables in the kitchen or storage.” He chuckles shallow and walks towards the closest door, repeating the listening process, before entering. He's in the hallway and he can see light coming from around a corner. “Must be the lit room.” He's curious about the room, but decides to look for candles first. He looks through close by furniture and rummages through them, creating slight noise while pushing a bunch of items out of his way. “Candles. Candles. No candles?” He shakes his head, pushing envelopes, mail paper and other things out of the way.
Meantime in the cellar the woman is doing her best to take everything apart without creating a giant ruckus. “Moron. Idiot.” She shakes her head and throws a bag of seeds against the wall. It's contents fall to the ground and scatter all over the place. Nothing of even slight worth has been found and this the woman decides to leave this stupid room. She growls for a brief second and rushes towards the door. Luckily she doesn't suffer from impaired vision during the night and thus she found her way to the kitchen. She ponders around if she should just dismiss this room or go for a snack. Suddenly she shrugs. “Why not I guess.” She opens a few cupboards and looks through them, but sadly they're empty. “Why isn't there any food here.” She continues her search, opening a crate and taking a look into it. “Yeah. Great. Potatoes.” She sighs and goes for another set of cupboards. “Finally.” She eyes the objects that lie inside of the cupboard and her smile instantly turns into a frown. “Nyaaah. Just stupid vegetables. Better than nothing. I guess.” She sounds disappointed, but takes the tomato either way. She bites into the fruit and walks towards the closest door to her current position.
“About time.” He mutters whole stuffing some candles into his bags. He takes the matchsticks out of the lowest drawer and lights the candle he kept out for his own vision. He stashes the matchsticks into his pocket and get's up on his feet, closing the drawer with one foot. It's old makeshift furniture and the carpet on the hallway is surprisingly soft. While looking for things he kept his eyes open but he didn't spot anything of value. “Hopefully she calmed down.” He sighs slightly. Her sudden bursts of anger scare him at times. It's like having a bomb in your hand, not knowing when exactly it might explode. He makes his way back into the storage room, not paying much attention to his surroundings. He opens the cellar door and calls out silently. “Psst. You're there?” He sighs after silence is his only answer. “Are you still made at me? I'm sorry for implying that you're a slut.” He walks down the stairs and looks through the dark room, due to the candle he's able to see some things at least. “Hey?” Nobody answers him and he starts looking through the room.
She stepped into the dark dining room, moonlight shines into it and the huge chandelier reflects some of it. “I wonder.” She has never been a person with an eye for beauty. The only thing on her mind is the cutlery right now and their eventual worth. The carpet muffles her steps and her claw brushes against the fancy looking chair. Quality wood, expensive red cloth and decorated with golden color. A whole set of those are inside of the room, but sadly they're not worth the trouble to get them out. She picks up one of the knifes that are placed next to plates. It looks as if somebody is about to have dinner. With curious eyes she stares at the object and weighs it in her claw. “Nyah. Guess we can take that with us, if we don't find anything else.”She puts the knife down and starts looking at every piece of cutlery and she even investigated some drawers she came close to, but suddenly she tenses up. Her heart starts beating at an increased pace and a shiver runs down her spine.
She turns her head around and stares out of the window, or would if it wasn't for somebody standing in front of it and looking back at her. She suppresses the urge to scream, but can't help herself but to fall down. She managed to knock a vase over and it shattered loudly on the ground. She lands on top of the tiny fragments, causing them to crunch and dig into her leather armor. She stares at the window again, her eyes blink confused. “What? I just. Saw somebody.” She tilts her head. Her heart is beating fast but slowly she loses the tension and calms down. She get's back up on her feet and rubs her armor, trying to rid it of the sharp little pieces of the pottery. “Enough of this room.” She takes a last look at the window and hastens out of the room and back into the hallway.
He sighs. No sign of her anywhere inside of the storage room. “Where did she run off to?” He can't help it be a little bit worried about her. Trouble tends to follow her and inside of that manor any trouble feels like it's going to be big. He swallows his worries down and hastens up the stairs. “It'll be alright. She's alright. She can handle herself.” He decides to check out the other door in the kitchen and makes his way into the dining room. He gawks at the shining chandelier and stays there for a while. He enjoys the beauty of objects and other things, but his mind urges him to look for his friend. He walks through the room and takes in it's details. The cutlery is all messy and it looks like whoever lived here, left the room with haste. His foot steps on a few fragments of the vase and they crunch under his weight. “Eh?” He looks at the broken vase and kicks a big piece away with his foot.
Without wasting any more time he leaves the room and enters the hallway again. Light is shining through the doorway a little bit further down the corridor. He motions towards the lit room and leans his ear against the door. He's slightly nervous once he heard that somebody is moving around inside of it. For a second he thought to go away and just evade whoever might be there, but his curiosity got the better of him and he opens the door with care, trying to take a glance of who's inside of it. He eases up once he spots who's inside of it. He slips into the room with a slight grin on his face. “Thought I had lost you. Glad I didn't.”
He chuckles amused, watching her spin around in surprise. She blinks at the human, meeting his green eyes with her red ones. She brushes a few wisps of dark red hair out of her sight. “Nyaah! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Are you crazy?” She growls once more and frowns slightly. He swings his hands in a calming manner. “Crazy for you my dear, but that aside. Found anything?” Without a single word she shoves the golden figurine she found across the table and continues rummaging through the room like nothing happened. He takes the figurine in his hands and gawks at it. A beautiful, detailed little sculpture of a dragon. He shakes his head. “Too light to be gold, probably fake.” He puts the statue back and sighs. “So far this has been rather a waste of our time.” She nods slightly and turns around, making her way towards her friend. She crosses her arms and stares at him. He smiles amused and tilts his head slightly. “What?”
They're standing at the same height and the male coughs. “Stop staring like a psycho and let's go check the rest of the house and leave, alright?” She growls slightly. Her face is only human in shape, but her beastly origin make her look inhuman and wild. A few scars run across her visage and the feline like eyes stare at his way too cheery face. “Whats gotten into you?” She hisses slightly, which causes him to laugh up for a moment. “Was worried about you, but here you are. Insulting and rude as always. I think it's amusing, alright? This house is just getting to me I guess. Tense atmosphere, don't you think?” She nods once and her eyes glance over her human friends face, taking a look at the only scar he has. It was her doing that he got that one, but now wasn't the moment to think of it. “Yeah. Lets do the rest of the house. Maybe they have a big trophy room. I refuse to believe that there isn't anything valuable in here.” She rushes past her human friend and puts her claw around the handle. “Coming?” She looks behind her and opens the door once her friend decided to follow.
“Yeah, yeah. Right behind you.” He grins contently and takes a look behind him. It's a nice room, better than the rotten hut or the damaged bar he has to spend most of his time in. 'Must be nice to live like this' He sighs silently and follows the woman down the hallway. It's not that he hates this life, rather the contrary, he loves it but he wishes it would pay off with more than now. Living inside of the sewers isn't exactly his picture of perfection. Neither does he want to see her sit in the sewers all day either, but the feral doesn't care. She's filled with sparkling excitement, while sneaking as fast as she can towards the closest flight of stairs. Her claws dig into the wooden railing and with a few elegant steps she makes her way upwards. “Come on. Stop dreaming and get up.” She whispers down to him. He got lost in his thoughts about a different life, but the voice of his friend forces him to shake them off and et moving.
A feeling of nausea starts creeping up inside of him. He tugs on the redheads arm again. “You feel that too?” She looks back at him, lifting a brow and her constantly murderous looking eyes stare off into the distance. Suddenly she shakes her head. “What do you mean? Are you scared? Are you a little girl?” She chuckles amused and disregards the humans concerns, without a care in the world she marches forward, letting her instincts guide her. To be completely honest, the beast woman does feel her insides tensing up, but she puts it aside so that they can finally wrap this robbery up. If you can call it that, considering the sheer lack of valuables so far. “Hey. Get over here. Found something. I think.” The mans voice echoes through the corridor and the woman turns around, following the sound of it. Her furred animal ears, which tower out of her red mane, twitch slightly, causing the golden rings pierced through one of them, to clink against each other. It's a barely audible sound but every now and then it got them into trouble. “You better found something, if you call me to you. I'm not your fucking dog.”