Bears may be threats or competition for hunting, or sometimes even potential prey, out in the wild, but they're only doing as their instincts tell them to. They don't deserve to be caged and tortured and forced to dance for people's amusement.
Betia may be running from the bear chasing after her, occasionally shoving nearby vendors' goods or sometimes entire carts behind her to slow it down (sorry, fellas), but the keen observer may note that she always stays about the same distance from the bear. With the obstacles in its path, it can't quite catch up to her, but she never pulls far enough ahead that it loses interest. And her path conveniently points her toward the edge of the city and out into the wilderness beyond.
II. An American Rifter Werewolf in London Orlais
Tourists. Bah. Everybody hates 'em.
Unless they have money, I mean. Sadly, the young woman in simple linens and furs, and currently not even wearing shoes? Probably not carrying much gold on her, so many of the shops she peruses are less than welcoming, but Betia keeps a friendly smile on her face and wanders toward the next point of interest before she ever overstays her welcome.
When the thief makes his move, Betia seems to miss the whole thing, too busy admiring the local architecture and enjoying some sort of kabob she's procured from a vendor somewhere nearby. So entranced by a small but colorful hanging garden attached to one of the buildings here, she unknowingly walks right in the path of a couple of guards who'd heard the cries of the children and begun chasing after the elf, tripping them up and sending all three of them to the ground.
The scene that ensues can only be described as Stooges-esque, as Betia and the two very irate men in armor struggle to untangle themselves and stand up again, only to repeatedly trip over one another and make no progress. By the time they manage to free themselves (one of the guards wiping kabob grease from his face), the thief is long gone, and Betia bows profusely and gives them her most apologetic look as they quickly berate her before running off after him anyhow, hoping there might still be a trail.
There is a grin on her face for some time after they leave.
Betia Frektane | Kiesha'ra | Rifter
Bears may be threats or competition for hunting, or sometimes even potential prey, out in the wild, but they're only doing as their instincts tell them to. They don't deserve to be caged and tortured and forced to dance for people's amusement.
Betia may be running from the bear chasing after her, occasionally shoving nearby vendors' goods or sometimes entire carts behind her to slow it down (sorry, fellas), but the keen observer may note that she always stays about the same distance from the bear. With the obstacles in its path, it can't quite catch up to her, but she never pulls far enough ahead that it loses interest. And her path conveniently points her toward the edge of the city and out into the wilderness beyond.
II. An
AmericanRifter Werewolf inLondonOrlaisTourists. Bah. Everybody hates 'em.
Unless they have money, I mean. Sadly, the young woman in simple linens and furs, and currently not even wearing shoes? Probably not carrying much gold on her, so many of the shops she peruses are less than welcoming, but Betia keeps a friendly smile on her face and wanders toward the next point of interest before she ever overstays her welcome.
When the thief makes his move, Betia seems to miss the whole thing, too busy admiring the local architecture and enjoying some sort of kabob she's procured from a vendor somewhere nearby. So entranced by a small but colorful hanging garden attached to one of the buildings here, she unknowingly walks right in the path of a couple of guards who'd heard the cries of the children and begun chasing after the elf, tripping them up and sending all three of them to the ground.
The scene that ensues can only be described as Stooges-esque, as Betia and the two very irate men in armor struggle to untangle themselves and stand up again, only to repeatedly trip over one another and make no progress. By the time they manage to free themselves (one of the guards wiping kabob grease from his face), the thief is long gone, and Betia bows profusely and gives them her most apologetic look as they quickly berate her before running off after him anyhow, hoping there might still be a trail.
There is a grin on her face for some time after they leave.