Chapter 8: Thief!
A silhouetted figure in high heeled boots sauntered their way down a dark, narrow alley, their footsteps loud on the eerily silent night. A jewelled necklace was in their gloved hands; a small snicker left their mouth as they thought how easy it was to steal from Lord Horecraft’s home. They then brought down the hood from their cloak to reveal a lady with a heart shaped face. Their heavy black eye shadow around their hazel eyes gave her eyes a more smokey look. Her curly auburn hair flowed around their face and down to her chest. Half of her face was covered with a black mask that she also pulled down to reveal her red painted lips.
As she approached the end of the alley, she placed the chain into her bosom, covered by her dark red corset. The dark cloak then fell back down to cover her frame, the length falling just above her knees, enough leg to show that she was wearing breeches.
She continued walking out onto the busy high street in the village of Birch, her eyes scanned her surroundings vigilantly. Her senses were always on high alert, her ears, eyes, and nose. Her mind was always running, always scheming, she took advantage of any situation, why wouldn’t she? She was alone, who else but her did she need to look out for? She did not pity the misfortune of others after her gain, for the people she took advantage of mainly consisted of the rich that did not know the depths of pain or tragedy. This did not mean she was a good person, she never claimed to be, she would still take advantage even if they were poor, for her loyalty was to herself. It was a ’dog-eat-dog-world’, and she was always at the top of the food chain.
Suddenly feeling peckish from this morning’s efforts, she strolled closer to a stall where a merchant was selling fruits and vegetables. Her hand glided across the surface of the table until it reached one of the many apples stacked loosely in a pile, she swiftly grabbed an apple the moment the merchant had turned his back to talk to a customer. Then walked off taking a bite from the red fruit as she hummed sweetly to herself.
She never spent too long in any particular place, but Birch had been growing on her. It weren’t the fact that it was a beautiful place or whether the people were nice, in reality it was because the people here were filthy rich. So rich, that many didn’t notice when they had been burgled. Her smile grew on her face before taking another bite from the apple.
She stopped abruptly; her body sensed a change in the air around her; villagers walking by her gave her a double take upon seeing her face. Though their expressions only showed suspicion, like they did not completely comprehend if they recognised her face or not. Her eyes narrowed, something was wrong, had she been compromised?
Her footsteps quickened and she threw away the apple to the side after losing her appetite. Her eyes kept scanning from face to face and she put her hood up, in the hopes of getting the attention off of her. However, this only added ’fuel to the fire’, their suspicious gazes growing. She needed to get off of the street.
With that thought she took an abrupt left down an alley, upon entering the narrow street she saw a flier stuck on the side of the building. She pulled it down, aghast, her face was pictured on it, with the words at the top reading- WANTED, and at the bottom there was a reward of 200 gold coins. This was bad, very bad. The only small comfort she felt was that the image only showed half her face, the bottom part covered by her mask. Her hair however still showed, making it unmistakable that it was her, although in this sketch, her hair was the colour of orange, she sighed at the mistake of the artist, her hair was that of a dark red/ brown which was not very common. She huffed before balling up the paper angrily in her fist.
It seemed, that she had to move locations sooner than she wanted. With that thought, she knew where to head to-
"STOP!"