<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Dark_Shining_Swordsmanavi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Low Moon Sung<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Wererabbit Thief<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bel-Kharran-Sharrat and Enkh<br/><br/>The predator had finally left and Bel had no clue as to where she was.  Muffled as they were under the silken shall Low’s ears were still keen and could hear her nemesis on the other side of the shop.  It was going to be a clean get away.  Or it would have been had the jingle of coins not stopped Low in mid stride.  The shall popped up and almost slid off her head as her brown ears perked reflexively at the sound of coinage.  Her nose twitched.  It was a trap, surely it had to be.  Low’s eyes narrowed and moved to the edge of the aisle.<br/><br/>Using her newly pilfered mirror she eased it around the edge of a stack of bedrolls to see what had made such an enticing sound.  Filling the mirror was Bel’s cushiony posterior.  Oh she heard the words…vaguely.  They dripped with honey and were sweetly unaware.  Lies!  Bel was conniving and sneaky and her rump was so very plump.  Low was so appreciative to have such a nemesis.  There wiggling like a puffy tail was the coin purse.<br/><br/>Instinctually she moved, tip toeing around one aisle to the next always checking with her mirror, always filled with coin and Bel’s lovely cushions.  It was simple enough to sneak even more so when aware of the pending trap and so willing to ignore it for the challenge.  From around a rack of scroll cases she peers ever so close to her prize.  Low slipped her knife from its well-oiled sheath, not giving away a whisper of movement.  She reached out and cupped the purse gently easing her razor sharp blade between the strings to cut them.<br/><br/>Holding the pouch against Bel so the sudden weightlessness would not give her away she returned the blade.  There was no way Bel would not notice the press of the pouch against her disappear, but what was a caper without a chase.  Blade returned she gave her thoughts a satisfied little smile.  She needed a moments distraction to gain the advantage.  So she reached forth and grabbed a handful of Sekhemi rear giving it a really good pinch.  As distractions go it was a very pleasing and satisfactory one for Low.<br/><br/>Quick as a, well as a rabbit, Low bolted through the door, toppling the stack of bedrolls as she went.  This was going to be a merry chase indeed!<br/>