John
Ah, there it is. *Pews sit curved in a forest clearing, surrounding a stone altar in the middle- concentric semi circles pray to the elevated stone platform and its stone backing, with but a single thing upon its altar: Glistening in the moonlight above, a gilded silver totem of the sun, its golden surface just large enough to fit into the hands of you or I.*

And here to take such a thing... *Is a lone Rattata, walking down the rows of pews, needle in hand as he straightened out his suit.* Maybe *This* Shrine won't be so... Awkward. *Eyes glancing around, he flickered his ears- dead silence of night. Smirking, he scurried to the stone and up its length, standing right next to the totem.* Heavy, but... He might be able to carry it out of here... *Greedily, his paws rubbed the surface.*
Richard
*The middle of the night, best time to rob an old altar in the woods, right? No one of the religion of the sun would come out at that time to pray, that'd be silly. And yet that's what happened, as Larad arrived for his daily (nightly?) prayers to the moth god*

*He wasnt a especially stealthy pokemon. His dark tones didnt help hiding him in the night when he was wearing warm colors on him to show his devotion to the religion. On the contrary, his presence would be immediately noticed by anyone around when added to his calm chanting. And where exactly was he heading? Right in front of the coveted totem of course!*
John
*The rat circled around the totem once or twice, looking it over and gazing into his own reflection.* This is who you are. *He gave it a nudge, just to see how heavy it was. He pressed his weight into it, then let it drop.* Thud. *Heavy.*

*A'fore he got too wrapped up into taking the totem, though, the mouse noticed a particular bat wandering his way.* What... Tacky robes. Thank the fates I was never religious. *Not a sneaky fellow by a long shot.*

*The mouse, curious, stopped between the totem and the bat, holding the tip of his needle over the alter's ledge and giving it a few taps. There was a smug smile, a bastardly one, but his pose was upright and his muscles loose.* Not a word. *He was watching carefully...*
Richard
*Larad sat down on the pew closest to the totem, before nodding at the rat with a smile. He considered what to say, or if he should say anything at all, for a few long seconds. But, eventually, something did come up, related to that needle of his* "I was threatened with a sword that could slice through one of the wooden tables in the tavern just last night" *The bat chuckled, thought he showed some disappointment afterwards. He couldnt really help that ceruledge in the end... Sad*

"I'm not sure why you are here, but may I do my prayers before you tell me? Perhaps even join me in one. Its quite good for the mind, and the spirit of course"
John
*Reaper tilted his head up, considering the offer for a moment.* Maybe some spirituality would do me some good. *... Nah. Not today. Not right now. Today isn't the day to make friends.*

*Raising a foot, he kicked backwards, and-* Thwap! *- knocked the totem off of the altar, causing it to land against the ground with a 'ding' and leaving a small mark exposing the silver underneath.* "Shame. Not everyone deserves the blade they hold." *He stopped smirking and hopped down from the altar, away from the dropped totem and in Larad's direction.*

"I'm quite busy, actually. But go ahead, pray, I won't bother." *He did a small bow before circling around, pulling the totem upright and polishing it off.* Scuffed. Hm. Oh well, there's always more money out there.
Richard
*Yup, that totem was being stolen right in front of the gliscor, and it didnt look like the rat had any desires to stop doing that. Larad stood up once again and walked over so he could be right next to the fallen totem, looking at it, then at Reaper, then back at the totem*

"Mind explaining what you want with that? We aint that far from luminaire, and the faithful of that land spread far beyond it. They are bound to get mad at this transgression to their god, might put a bounty to get it back. Are you considering the risks my friend?" *He wasnt exactly doing much to stop the ratata, just... Looking at him while the crime was committed. Its not always that you see a symbol of god being pulled out of an altar and dragged around*
John
"Oh, I know." *The Rattata turned around, resting against the Altar as the totem stood there... Lonely. It was yearning for its home. It was awfully naked like this. The leaves roared in the distance, flickering under the gentle breeze of the night.*

*Reaper gave a dramatic flourish, raising his needle over his head before swinging it out to his side.* Ah, memories. I remember, not too long ago... Ohoho, wait. Wait! *The Rattata had an idea!*

*Relaxing his grip on the sword, he let it dangle more carelessly at his side, playfully tapping his chin as he feigned deep thought- but he already knew what he was going to say, and he knew it was true.* "You're a fan of that... What was it? Mothim? Frosmoth? No, no... Oh, right. It was a Volcarona. Why do you care?"