The Wanderers

After the decision had been made Raz had, of course, taken the lead. Born and bred in the Barren Lands made it almost impossible for her to get lost in the immense desert, unlike the men who followed behind her.


It was as they were reaching the edges of town that trouble (unsuprisingly) found Raz. Along the way she had been silently picking pockets, gathering money and little things that she thought they would need on their journey. A particularly nice-looking rune hanging from a white-haired guy's pocket caught her attention.


With the light movements of any gypsy Raz slipped the rune from his clothing and stuffed it in hers. He didn't appear to notice, either, but someone else did- someone who had been watching her for a while, waiting for her to make a mistake.

"Thief! Thief! The Ruik stole from Cade!" Gover roared from the darkness of an alley, a gleeful grin spread over his face as the crowd picked up his chant and moved to surround the bitch who'd broken his fingers.

No one paid any mind to the white-haired man trying to calm to growing storm.

((No more time to develop her and Quill's friendship?? kay, whatever.))

Quill spun around and glared at Raz, taking her by the arm. He had been travelling with her for a few weeks now, and already felt a sense of fatherly affection. That affection, however, included all the disappointments that came with it.

"Missy, what did you do?! You can't just run around stealing people's belongins' in broad daylight!"

Swiftly and deftly, he tried to drag her out of the crowd, Talon clearing the way in front of him.

Raz sighed and rolled her eyes. It wasn't that big of a deal- she had been caught before and still survived. Even my mother was never this hysterical- she was proud!

Indeed, Raz had grown up supplying for herself with quick fingers and quicker feet. Her shapeshifting skill was especially handy when she got caught in a jam.

The crowd pressed in against them, and Raz felt the fire aching in her fingertips. She sent out a warning flare and many of the mob backed of in fright, like startled horses.


Cade sighed deep in his throat in exasperation. Honestly, it wasn't as if the Rune that the Ruik girl had taken was anthing special. I can always get another one from some adoring fan or something...

Raz huffed, her stance as lazy as her reply, "I was thinking I wanted that rune. I got the rune. The end. Happily ever after." The Ruik honestly didn't understand Quill's incredulous expression. She had been taught to obtain what she wanted and she knew many ways to do so- the fact that she was depriving others of something that was rightfully theirs had never really occured to Raz.

"Take" The fire echoed her thoughts, thrumming happily "Feed" "Devour"