Sleight of Hand (c)
Jan 1, 2015 14:20:08 GMT -5
Post by Peregrine on Jan 1, 2015 14:20:08 GMT -5
It was summer, the weather was fair, and the hunting was good. Silas’ belly rumbled as he sat. Hunting was well and good, but it all depended on what (or, perhaps, whom) was hunted. Down some alleyway on some street, behind some dumpster, the two urchins waited. The downtown area, particularly near the quarter of restaurants, was a veritable labyrinth of streets, alleyways, and passages. Perfect for them. The human structures had long since ceased to yield human foods, such that even a fragment of a thought toward it was not on the mind of the young male. There were better prizes to be found this evening. Grey eyes peeked from behind the corroded corner of a dumpster, unaware of the green paint peeling from the hunk of metal. These eyes were upon a small cluster of canines that they had been tailing and, more importantly, the items in their possession.
Birds. Dead, and ready for two hungry dogs to devour.
Silas turned a quick look to his sister. This was their natural habitat. And it was time for them to frolic within it. There was the slightest shift of his skull, something akin to a nod, a signal to act; but she would hardly have needed it, for the two of them knew what to do. With that, he stood up and trotted down the opposite end of the alley, where he’d take a roundabout way to end up at a better vantage to swoop in behind the marks. He’d leave Pip to her job, for she was a master by her own right. Both would fulfill the need, so they could fill their bellies later. The Kai Ken mongrel sidled swiftly along graffiti-marked walls, a short and stocky grace characteristic to his gait. He clung to evening shadows, sliding by like a snake, until he found just the right nook to occupy, where he could see everything but none would see him unless they were searching.