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[ELIZABETH KAY TILLSBURY.]

Elizabeth was starving. The idea of killing an innocent animal made her stomach flip and it was many days until the next full moon, and her next full meal. It was time to take drastic measures.

Having no money of her own, she quickly turned to the idea of stealing. As a child, she had been quite the capable pickpocket, but that was little things. A piece of candy here, a coin or two there, never once daring to steal anything larger than an apple from one of them many vendors.

Today Elizabeth was going to try her hand at something much larger and much harder to conceal. On Wednesdays, the butcher always laid out the best cuts of meat, all of them already cured and sometimes cooked for a quick take home meal.

Of course her family had never had the money to partake in such a luxury leaving Elizabeth and her siblings to avert theirs and deal with the grumblings in their tummies as they passed by.

Today she would not just pass by. Bag slung over her shoulder, the seventeen year old slowly made her way through the familiar market, trying her best not to be recognized. It was nearly two and a half months since anyone had seen her and most assumed she was either dead or had become some kind of scandalous whore. Neither was true, although both were seeming like better options than the prison she had created for herself.

Stopping in front of the butcher's store front her stomach grumbled loudly as she perused the meats. Settling on a small, sturdy, raw piece of boar. After her accident, Elizabeth's stomach tolerated uncooked meat much better than cooked and the idea of having stomach issues did not seem appealing, even if the cooked meat smelled better.

Checking around her, the filthy teenager shoved the piece of meat into her bag, keeping her eyes focused on browsing the selection in front of her before taking off down the street.

She felt bad, the butcher had always been so nice to her and her family, but surviving came before manners.

[RAVEN WHITE.]

R A V E N – W H I T E

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It was like every other single passing day he had encountered, and why should it be any different it wasn’t like something drastic was going to happen. That would change things, and change wasn’t always a good thing. No it was best to leave things as they were, and perhaps ever once in a while a small dose of different could be allowed to make a difference. Anymore and things will just not be the way he liked them, he had a system and so far it worked and he liked the effect. He got to spend his day wandering about minding his own business while others did the same, he would stop place to place and fabricate his tales for the entertainment of others and receive the little moneys he got from it. His usual paycheck came from picking pockets from time to time, not the rich or the poor but the average every day fellow who could spare some change and still go about without much worries, and stealing from the rich was like stealing from an infant, pointless and without a source of amusement, and everything Raven did was to entertain him-self.

The worn town coat he wore over his natural thread shirt and faded worn black trousers was buttoned and his hands rested in the pockets of his trousers as he walked along his worn boots mingled with the sound of other footsteps of those around him. His gray eyes scanned the faces around him with a lacking enthusiasm. Nothing seemed worth his attention today just yet. Yet there was nothing new about this, it was something normal for him. The way he lived his life left very little room for any real excitement, if only because he avoided any just keeping his head down and live. Not that he was hiding from anything, it was simply who he was, he was an anti-conflict kind of guy and sticking out just caused conflict. Leaving him in an endless cycle of disappointment, maybe if something or someone could give him reason to try something new for a change, but that was impossible very few people liked lairs like him-self. Even if his lies were always harmless and simply meant to liven life.

The wizard caught motion in the corner of his eye, someone moving faster than the rest of the crowd. Tilting his head out of curiosity that should be under check he found him-self moving in the direction of the rushing girl, if only to get a glimpse of her. It would lead him to a small adventure; perhaps ever cure his monotonous life for just a brief while. Then again most likely she would be nothing but a little pickpocket without much of a story to tell, but he had nothing better to do, no tales to create and no destination in mind, not that he had the money to go many places here on the street of shops and vendors. As always his trip here had simply been to waste time, as most things he did these days were for, and this would only make that time wasting of his interesting enough to continue a little longer before he called it quiets for the night and went to find some money from some poor saps unsuspecting pocket.

Raven turned the corner that the running girl had and followed the sound of faster feet, he had uttered a spell before turning to hear better. He followed the sound of her feet and heartbeat, not letting them get too faint as he followed them, just to get a peek not really thinking of saying or doing anything to her, just look and then walk off. If only to just look.

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Post Count// 624
Character Mood// Lazy
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[ELIZABETH KAY TILLSBURY.]

Stomach gurgling loudly and her legs very nearly giving out, Elizabeth stopped once far enough away from the butcher's storefront. Doubling over, she clutched her stomach, willing it to stop with the loud noises. The method usually worked in quieting down her insides, but that wasn't the case today. Her entire body knew that she had food. Food that had better be put to good use very soon.

Sucking in a breath, the young werewolf flung herself forward, actually very glad to be curse if only for the speed it had given her. Eying the crowd as she passed, she spotted something off.

Taking a step forward, Elizabeth watched the man following her. He definitely didn't work for the butcher, he didn't smell like meat. But he was still following her and that was not a good sign. He must have seen her steal the meat and was planning on taking her in.

She did not need everyone knowing she was still in town. Or that she had become a little thief, although most people probably already thought that. Darting to the left, the seventeen year old stored her satchel in a nearby barrel, and waited for the man to come into view.

If the older werewolf she had met had taught her anything it was that she needed to use this curse to her advantage. If she tried hard enough she wouldn't be just another little girl, but a ferocious beast that could easily handle herself.

Teeth bared, Elizabeth snarled as she spotted her assailant. Allowing him to get closer, she quickly squared her feet and snarled louder, all the while her insides felt like they were going to melt. She was much too hungry and too scared to be doing this. But it was survival of the fittest and at the moment she was still fitter than any human.

"Why are you following me?" Elizabeth questioned, glaring at the man. Hopefully she sounded more intimidating than she felt.