A leopard can't change it's spots...

[Aria !]

I bet we Tigers could change our stripes if we wanted to.

>>Kitten<<

Large, padded paws hit the ground with a soft thud, sending small clouds of dust from them as they went. A large feline, a tiger, padded around in a back Alley looking for somewhere to shift back into her human form. She'd gotten hurt; a bleeding cut on her shoulder from a failed attempt at catching a bird. She had slipped, and fallen right onto a piece of glass. She found a door, it looked like it could be opened, but her paws wouldn't turn the handle, and her teeth would just bend the door nob. She lifted her good paw onto the door, and pushed.

The door creaked under her weight, but the latch held the door closed firmly. She would need someone to turn the door nob for her. She limped back and forth a few times, then decided she would need to find another shifter to help her. She would need to do it soon, before someone noticed, too. She cautiously limped over to the corner of the Alley. She saw no one on the dark, deserted street.

She gave an angry his, and flicked her ears back. Her cut was beginning to sting. She sniffed it, then gave it an unwilling lick, which hurt her even further. She went back to the door. She gave a distinctive growl, it was loud, but not loud enough for any sleeping people to hear. Only loud enough for someone awake and close by to hear.

"I will never overlook the blessing of a thumb ever again." She growled quietly to herself, as she sat and waited to see if anyone would come.

[.: T O K I :.]

DAMiEN

A flick of an ear, a swish of the tail, and he was there. Someone? Glimmering blue eyes searched the night, the moon hardly illuminating the figure hidden in the dark. Pacing. The creature's rounded ear twitched in the dark, the sensitive nerves quiet easily picking up the echoing clicks of claws on the pavement. The silhouette carefully crouched in the endless dark, long stripped tail neatly wrapped around its large paws. Soon enough after a moment of listening, the sounds grew louder, even if in reality they were soft.

An illuminated figure stepped from behind the corner of the building into the alley. A tiger. His eyes compacted into slits as he gazed toward the light. It's pelt was a rich yellow-orange color, traditionally scarred with ebony stripes to camouflage into its natural habitat. Its belly seemingly looked like it had been dipped into a bucket of off-white paint. The tail was long and skinny, slightly dipping at the end as it walked by. Normally such a sight would make people gaze in awe at such a beauty of a beast in its home, but a city was no rightful home for a tiger.

The figure quickly concluded that it was a shifter. What else could it be? There were no zoos near by Shelpey Alley, and he had lived here all his life. One would have to be cautious, who knew what its intentions were? The tiger passed on by, its emerald eyes seeming to not notice his crouched figure in the dark. How could it miss him? It was unfortunate and unruly. Surely she saw his eyes reflecting the light from the moon? It passed. Maybe not. But then again, his golden pelt was dusted with debris. That added with the normal black dots that splashed his pelt, he wasn't surprised. He seemed just as camouflaged as the tiger in its own territory.

The mysterious creature of the night edged forward, its furry paws helping him keep silent as he moved along the edge of the building. Where was this shifter going? The feline let out a hiss, startling him to back up behind a large trash bin, its head just barely poking out to the side. The tiger's ears folded back as if in... anger? The tiger begrudgingly dipped its head and with a swift movement, licked its large paw, even bigger than his own. Pain. Not anger it seemed.

Soon enough, as if in embarrassment, the cat paced back to the door in which it had seemed to be making the noises from. The cat rumbled, a growl building up in its chest. He peeked out from the bin, eying the creature. So maybe he was wrong, or maybe it was both, pain and anger. Pain because of a wound? But why anger? Could this creature not shift and simply walk in? Or maybe it really was an animal, and not a shifter? That wouldn't make sense though. Why would a wild tiger be in Shelpey Alley?

A soft, annoyed, murmur came from the tiger as its tail angrily splat against the ground with a light force, "I will never overlook the blessing of a thumb ever again." The smaller creature perked up its ears, thumbs? So he was right! It was a shifter! Yet, why couldn't she, from the sound of the voice, shift? Maybe she was stuck in that form? He was never one for fear, comedy was his forte. It seemed though that seriousness was to be met with this situation thought. With mock formality the beast stepped partly out from the bin, yet still hid in the shadows.

The voice spoke out, "Hello there, you seem to have gotten yourself into a minor situation. Is there some possible way that myself could help you out in your time of need?" Would she pick up on his mock seriousness and find it humorous? What she laugh it off, or attack him? The ocelot certainly hoped not, but they were both feline after all, would that help his case at all? Damien mused, just maybe.

((8'D You don't know what he is, or what his name is, until the end.))

[Aria !]

I bet we Tigers could change our stripes if we wanted to.

>>Kitten<<

Kitten batted her good paw against the door three times, in case someone was inside. No sounds answered. Though, come to think of it, she had heard one sound. A trash can had rattled very faintly, right when she had hissed. Was someone else there? There had been a strange cat's smell, but she had passed it off as just a stray house cat. Had it actually been another shifter, of a feline breed she had never encountered?

It had to be. There were few house cats that wouldn't have immediately come to check out Kitten's sweet Milk smell. Few toms, for the matter, that wouldn't rush to her overwhelming female cat scent. The tigress gazed at the trash bins that were set aside. Was someone really there, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Her mind never been ordinary, but she had never hallucinated before.

When there was no movement for a minute, Kitten lost interest and passed it off as a trick of the mind. As soon as she had done that though, she heard the shuffling of paws against the pavement, and turned to see a slightly larger than most feline. He was bigger than a house cat, but still very small compared to her.

She rose from her sitting position to greet the feline. If it had been a dog however, she might have just hissed at him and stared. To a fellow feline however, she was open. He had quite an interesting pelt, to match his smell.

It was a brown color, mixed with russets and tans, accompanied by drips of black stripes and spots. He was like a controlled watercolor almost. Stripes on his face, tail and legs, then spots on his back. She found him quite beautifully colored for a... whatever he was, she wasn't sure yet.

His smell though, was what intrigued her the most. He smelled exotic, like the jungle, but it was just ever so faint. He smelled to her like a jungle, full of prey and numerous other creatures. He had most likely never been to a Jungle like that though, and she had only gone once, with her mother to Africa. The vast number of smells there had overwhelmed her, there was no way she would remember all of the species her mother had told her about; she had only been Six when she went.

She tried to get a better view of him. It was very dark, even though in a mere two hours the sun would be rising. She was nocturnal for the most part, most felines were, so she was fine with the time. She inhaled his smell; it was a vast memory for her.

A few seconds after he had come out of the darkness for the most part, he spoke to her. "Hello there, you seem to have gotten yourself into a minor situation. Is there some possible way that myself could help you out in your time of need?" She picked up on the humor in his voice. She gave a slight laugh at it.

"Can you open the door? I'm the largest cat there is, but I still loose to a door nob every time. I need to get in there so I can shift without getting noticed by anyone. I need to do something with this cut; I think there's glass in it." Kitten said graciously, and even though she was serious, her tone was kind.

She flicked her tail toward the door and looked back at it, to clarify that she was talking about the entrance to the warehouse.

[.: T O K I :.]

DAMiEN

The tiger grumbled a light-hearted laugh at his humor. The feline picked up his ears and twitched his whiskers, so finally another who could see his humor? Filled with renewed confidence, Damien casually padded out from his hiding spot, sure that this creature wouldn't hurt him. Maybe he had been lucky they were both felines. As he came up to her, the tigresses milky scent reached him, more potent that before. It was a calming sensation, though Damien was more content helping out. What good would it be if he got lost in a scent? He could just go find some milk later...

The tiger's kind voice broke his thoughts, "Can you open the door? I'm the largest cat there is, but I still loose to a door nob every time. I need to get in there so I can shift without getting noticed by anyone. I need to do something with this cut; I think there's glass in it." The ocelot curiously tipped his head and glanced to the rickety door in which the larger feline edged him toward. Shift, eh? So she wasn't as careful about these things... or maybe she had already guessed by the sight of him. It was a possibility, he had after all.

So Damien blinked at the door knob, it seemed as if it were the only thing that hadn't looked old. Its metallic glow was dusted over, though it seemed there were many streaks of cleanliness also, probably from her attempts to open the door. Damien's narrowed eyes studied it for a moment as he calculated through the problem for a solution. If he were to stand up and try to turn it, his paws would slip right off, even if he used his claws. So he wouldn't be able to do it alone obviously. He flicked his ear and his fluffy tail twitched at the thought, oh well.

But then, was there a way to do it together? The tigress obviously had trouble with it, maybe she had accidentally almost broken the door down? That wouldn't have been good. Even so, her words caused him to turn to her momentarily. He had an idea, but Damien wanted his curiosity to be answered to first. His voice was humorous, not really trying to hurt her feelings though, yet it was underlined with true curiosity. He figured this was a good way to start off this whole shifting idea, maybe she had figured it out? "So if you wanted to do this whole... 'shifting business' where no one can see you, why do it in... this place?" Though he knew what 'this place' was, "There's no one around after all... except you and I of course."

On an after thought, he really didn't want to get on this female's bad side. Never make a female mad, that's a big mistake. He shook off his nerves at the thought, and to make sure he would be safe he added, honesty leaking through his words, "Not that you have to answer, but I truly am curious." Damien as a shifter himself knew very well that anyone could be out anywhere. Even shape shifters made mistakes.

[Aria !]

I bet we Tigers could change our stripes if we wanted to.

>>Kitten<<

"So if you wanted to do this whole... 'shifting business' where no one can see you, why do it in... this place?" The tigress tilted her head. She would've thought that was obvious. Though it was possible that this... creature, was just that; a creature, not a Shifter. Though, if that were true, it wouldn't matter, would it? If humans knew of the Shifters, there would be trouble, but the animals were forgiving enough, right?

"There's no one around after all... except you and I of course." Well, what would she do if he was just an animal? Would she have to... kill him? Hardly. Kitten just wasn't heartless enough for that. So, she answered his question, simply.

"I wouldn't want to involve anyone who might e human, ro animal. If I did, they might be hurt or killed. I don't like violence much, even though I'm a tiger. I especially wouldn't want to hurt you if you were just a cat. You smell like home." Kitten told him, with a smile. Her shoulder twitched, a fresh jolt of pain running through it as a drop of water fell on it.

Kitten looked up to the sky. Her nose had told her before the water had; rain was on the way. "Besides that, I don't much care for water in this form. I'd like to at least have somewhere to stay for the rest of the night without getting wet." She told him with a smile and a chuckle.

A pang of thunder nearly made her jump onto the wall. Instead, she just jumped, and her fur stood on end. Emerald eyes looked at the looming clouds again. "I don't like thunder or lightening, either." She said with an anxious laugh. She felt exposed outside with it about to storm.

She watched the louds for a few seconds longer, and, upon seeing a silent strike of lightening, turned back to the Cat.

"So, do you know a way to get in?" Kitten asked him, her voice was soft, quiet, as if she could talk to loud and signal the downpour.

[.: T O K I :.]

DAMiEN

"I wouldn't want to involve anyone who might be human, or animal. If I did, they might be hurt or killed." At this, the ocelot tilted his head curiously. Kill? You didn't have to kill someone if they knew... at least, that's what he was told, along from experience, "I don't like violence much, even though I'm a tiger. I especially wouldn't want to hurt you if you were just a cat. You smell like home." She finished with a light smile and a gleam in her eye. Home, eh? How did he smell like home? Unsure he inwardly shrugged it off, but outwardly he nodded.

Maybe he didn't know what she meant, but it was good enough for him for her to at least have a reason. Damien didn't understand the whole concept of home, he had been homeless practically his whole life. No one place really meant anything to him, but if he had to say in a way, Shelpey Alley was his home. Along the lines of a home he replied, "I can't really say I can sympathize, but I can see what you mean." He only hoped she didn't take it the wrong way as a shifter, after all, he hadn't really reacted to the idea of being attacked by her. She had stated obviously enough that she didn't like the idea, though it didn't exactly appeal to him either.

The feline's eyes flicked a glance at her shoulder, just as she twinged in pain. That injury must be hurting more than she let on. Suddenly he felt a little bit guilty for not hurrying this ordeal up. The tigress glanced to the darkened sky, painted with the shadowed clouds before looking back down at his smaller figure. A light smile touched her face, "Besides that, I don't much care for water in this form. I'd like to at least have somewhere to stay for the rest of the night without getting wet." Damien humorously chuckled along with her, he himself didn't really mind the wet though. Still he was a cat, sometimes it was just a little too much.

Without any more hesitation Damien twisted his body away and paced toward the knob before plopping down to the side of it, leaving the other side and front open for the female to sit. Thunder loudly rumbled in the distance, lightning flashed in the sky as the rain began a light downpour. How people couldn't sleep in this was a mystery to him. He eyed her carefully as she jumped, hackles raised. That wouldn't particularly help her shoulder... "I don't like thunder or lightning either."

Damien eased himself with pulling up his upper body to steady himself as he leaned against the knob, large paws pushing from the upper edge of the knob as she watched the sky. Damien pushed his weight down, attempting to push the knob at an angle so it would turn down, without him slipping off. It was a futile effort though. "So, do you know a way to get in?" Her voice was soft, uneasiness leaking through from the storm. Without an answer, Damien lifted himself back up and pushed down yet again, claws scrapping against the metal.

His ears pulled away from the sound, but he kept going. He was slow as to make sure he didn't fall off, but ever so slightly he could feel the movement of the turning knob. After a moment it unlatched itself and the door swung open in momentum from the weight of his body. He stood there a second, praising himself for getting the door open. Finally he cocked his head around, "Well, I don't know... I think I got it." He chuckled before scooting to the side, his eyes bright with humor, "Ladies first?"

[Aria !]

I bet we Tigers could change our stripes if we wanted to.

>>Kitten<<

Jumping did indeed not help her shoulder at all. If nothing else, it made her more aware of the glass lodged in it. She gave it a careful lick, trying to rasp her tongue over it as easily as she could. The bleeding had stopped, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. The glass was still there, and she had to take it out, too.

"I can't really say I can sympathize, but I can see what you mean." Kitten nodded, paying more attention to staring at the cut on her shoulder. She saw no change however, then looked to the sky again. The signal for the downpour was a single bolt of lightening, and a large boom of thunder.

Then, it began raining on the both of them. Of course, it just had to be a downpour. Kitten hurried over to the door way, and propped herself as far in it as she could, standing on her back legs and towering almost to the top of the doorway.

Her fur dripped water into a puddle on the ground. Then the cat got the door open. Miracles did happen! She smiled at him, and then he said "Ladies first?". She laughed, and bounded in. She only went a few feet though, before she remembered the pain in her shoulder.

"Owowowow. Running with a shard of glass isn't my best idea." She chuckled. She limped over to a crate, jumped on it, then sat down.

She began her painful transformation from Animal to Human then. It usually wasn't painful, besides the aligning of bones, but it hurt now because of the glass in her arm. Hopefully during her shift it wouldn't get lodged somewhere in her muscle.

Finally, her shift was completed. She was dripping wet, shorts and tank top completely doused. She shook her head, and her Auburn hair sent flicks of water everywhere. Cautiously, she peered at her arm.

It wasn't as bad as she had thought it was. It was only around an inch long, where she in Tiger form had thought it was longer than two. The glass was the same size though, and pulling it out was going to be painful.

Readying herself, she grasped the edge of the glass that she could see. Then, as if it was a band aid, she yanked. The large piece of glass was then thrown on the floor, where it speckled it with tiny drops of blood.

Kitten gave a sigh of relief. "It feels so much better without that jammed in it. It still hurts like hell though." She said, relieved but clenching the cut, as it had started bleeding again. It would stop eventually, if she continued holding it.

She looked at the cat with green eyes. "You should shift too. So that I don't have to play Charades trying to figure out what you're saying." Kitten laughed.

"I'm Kitten." She said with a kind smile.

[.: T O K I :.]

DAMiEN

The feline twitched its whiskers, glad that his humor was contagious. Nothing like a laugh to cheer someone up. The tigress, glad that the door had finally opened, happily bounded in, glad to be dry. Only a few feet in, she slowed to a halt and chuckled at her silly behavior, "Ow, ow, ow, ow... running with a shard of glass isn't my best idea." Damien quietly chuckled as he kicked the door back, slamming in shut from the cool northern winds. Damien lightly agreed, "I would say that's a fairly reasonable idea."

Damien made his way to the center of the main room to lie down in, comfortable enough to lay anywhere. His cloudy blue gaze followed the tiger as she painfully limped over to sit on a crate. Maybe it was a guy thing, he truly didn't mind the dust or the dirt or the mud or the blood... or really anything at all. He knew few girls like that, but still, it was an odd concept. Soon enough she began shifting back, quick as his own transformation. He had seen transformations before, and they weren't that odd to him, though he figured it wouldn't matter so much by the fact that it was very fast.

As soon as it began, it ended. To all honesty, she was older than he thought, still a teenager but older than him. She was a slender, fair-skinned girl, slightly taller than himself. The female had blond hair, overlayed with an auburn color that ended just above her shoulders. The girl had curves, Damien had to admit, but what could he say? He was a guy? His ears perked up, but he made no movements to do... really anything. She was pretty he figured, but although he was a humorous guy who didn't really do anything but joke around, he wasn't far from being a gentleman.

Yet her clothes, simply a white tank top and black shorts, clung to her body, dripping wet. As a reminder, he himself could feel the drips of water cling to his coat. He too was soaked and Damien was sure if he shifted so would his clothes. The girl shook the water out of her hair before twisting her arm to look at the injury, completely ignoring the cat laying in the center of the floor. Funny how that works out. It didn't look too bad from his point of view, the cut was short, and most of the blood was gone, though he could smell the bitter tang of the scent hang in the air.

The tiger shifter scowled as she picked at it, unnerved by the thought of pulling it out. Damien could have just suggested to put some stuff on it, or use some tweezers now that she was in her human form, but what good would that do? She wouldn't be able to understand him. Soon enough she pulled it out, hardly flinching. Now now, that wasn't so bad was it? Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud, especially to a stranger, even if she was kind. There would be no offending today on my account!

After the deed was done she sighed and spoke to Damien, still without looking at him, but rather at the new spurt of blood that came back up. It was a respectable action, "It feels so much better without that jammed in it. It still hurts like hell thought." Damien tilted his head, there was rain out there... couldn't she wash it off? After all, she was wet, what harm would come to getting more wet, if that's possible.

The girl finally looked down at his relaxed, splayed position on the floor. His ragged, golden fur clung to his belly, causing the floor to turn a dark brown from the water dripping off his pelt. The same emerald green eyes peered back at him as he peered up at her with his clear blue eyes, "You should shift too." Ah, so she had figured it out, "So that I don't have to play charades trying to figure out what you're saying."

Damien purred a laugh with her, bobbing his head as she introduced herself with a light smile, "I'm Kitten." Damien's eyes still shone with glee, but even so, he was surprised. Kitten? That's an odd name, well... of course unless she was born a tiger first instead of a human. Damien lightly shook his head and pushed himself off the ground, what an odd turn of events. Quick as a snap, he shifted back into his human form, though it was fun being a cat sometimes. Even so, it would be morning in two or three hours.

He could feel his bones shifting beneath his muscles as they too, changed back into his original form. He had to admit, it was one odd feeling, but there was no pain. Damien had shifted every night ever since he first found out about shifting, he had experience. As quickly as he finished Damien rolled his shoulders, "I don't know, charades sounds kind of fun." He glanced down at his clothes. His sky blue shirt clung to his muscled chest, soaked to the bone, while his khaki pants simply dripped with water. Why don't they cling? It's a mystery.

He quickly looked back up, light brown hair falling into his face as water dripped down his cheek, falling to the floor, easy to ignore. Back to his old self, Damien mock bowed, but as he came back up he shook his head with a grin on his face, "Nice to meet you. I'm Damien." A light childish smirk crossed his face as he noticed some of the features of the building, "An odd place to meet thought if you ask me. I think we could have done better."

[Aria !]

I bet we Tigers could change our stripes if we wanted to.

>>Kitten<<

The throbbing in her arm slowly died down to a normal pace, and she release it. Then she had blood on her hand and arm. Great. She went to the window, opened it, and stuck her arm outside into the downpour. It washed away most of the blood, and the blood on her hand just rinsed away with the rain.

She looked at the feline on the floor. He stood up, then Shifted back, quick as possible. Quicker than her, in fact. She Shifted slower than most, if only because she wasn't used to going out as a Tiger in a crowded City.

Well, he was Cute, but she could tell he was younger than her. At least a year or two, she guessed. She smiled as he spoke. "I don't know, charades sounds kind of fun." Did it? It didn't sound very fun to her; she had an injured arm.

"Of course it sounds good to you; you're arm isn't throbbing!" She laughed. She sat on a crate, and twisted her clothes to get some of the moisture out of them. She caused a small puddle on the floor, and her tattoo could just be seen under the hem of her shirt; it was right on her back; right shoulder blade. It was a common sight with her; she wasn't shy about anyone seeing her tat. If nothing else, she was proud of it!

Her clothes were still soaked, but they were at least a little less dripping now. "Nice to meet you. I'm Damien." She smiled at him. "It's nice to know ya, Damien! I'd still be locked outside if it wasn't for you!" Kitten laughed

"I'm Kitten." She said with a kind smile. She shook her hair again, sending only a few drops flying this time. Exhausted, she leaned back against the wall.

"An odd place to meet thought if you ask me. I think we could have done better."Well, I guess that was true. Meeting in an Alleyway behind an Abandoned Warehouse, as animals was a pretty weird way to meet.

"It's even weirder having to sleep here for the rest of the night. Thank god there isn't school tomorrow, there's no way I'd go to class." Kitten said, chuckling. She really wouldn't go to class if she had to walk through that storm.

"Mom is gonna be pissed. She's gonna think that I got captured by animal patrol or something. I'll be grounded for a month! Man this sucks!" Kitten laughed, even though it was the truth. She always seemed to just laugh off her misfortunes.

"The only Up side to being here is that I'm in the Guild I wanna join's territory. I'm gonna join Thieves as soon as a find our who their leader i, or at least their second. Who knows, maybe you're their leader, Damien?" Kitten explained, then added a casual joke at the end. It would be pretty cool if he had been the leader though; she'd already be on good term's with him.

[.: T O K I :.]

DAMiEN

"Of course it sounds good to you; you're arm isn't throbbing!" Damien scoffed and jokingly rolled his eyes, "Well you wouldn't have to do anything, you'd just be guessing." As he spoke the girl scrunched up and twisted her clothes to get the water out of them. He didn't really bother though, the wet didn't annoy him. Besides, if he were to go back out, who knows, it might just rain again. At his lovely introduction she beamed at him, "It's nice to to know ya' Damien! I'd still be locked outside if it wasn't for you!"

Again, she whole-heartedly laughed at his odd antics. Ah, it's a wonder what his community would do without him. Exhausted, Kitten leaned back. Damien opened his mouth, beginning to warn her but it was too late. Her back already touched the dusty wall. Well damn, that's going to suck later. His mouth twitched at the thought, she could find out later... yet truly, it was a filthy place. Sure the Thieves came here, but, that didn't mean they cleaned it. Most of the guilds, Damien knew, were teenagers. Although gifted with power, that didn't mean they were any wiser.

"It's even weirder having to sleep here for the rest of the night. Thank god there isn't school tomorrow, there's no way I'd go to class." She chuckled at the thought. Damien ruefully smiled, not that the could care less. He didn't even have to worry about school, thank god he had Amber. Where would he be without her... well he couldn't say not on the streets, he still is, but then again that kind of was his choice...

"Mom is gonna' be pissed. She's gonna' think that I got captured by animal patrol or something." Damien tilted his head seriously. He never really had a mom that worried about him whether he was safe or not. Sometimes he liked to think that Amber had his back, and she did, but he really couldn't imagine her having a fit if he disappeared for a few days. Sometimes they didn't even meet for weeks at a time. It was a mystery to him how a parent's mind worked. It was one of the few areas of teenage life he hadn't experienced already.

"I'll be grounded for a month! Man this sucks!" She laughed, even at the thought of getting rounded. I thought getting grounded was bad... Oh well, it wasn't his problem, just one of the good things of not having parents. Yet, he ignored his thoughts as he pulled them away to more humorous ideas. He skeptically raised his eyebrows as if she had just stated a solution, in a way she had, but he knew she wouldn't agree, "Well gosh. I think that just might work! I think I can whip you up a few good ol' scars, maybe then you won't get grounded?" He grinned, letting her know that she was joking. He wouldn't dare hurt a girl, however sexist the concept was.

"The only up side to being here is that I'm in the Guild I wanna' join's territory. I'm gonna join Thieves as soon as a find out who their leader is, or at least their second. Who knows, maybe you're their leader, Damien?" She smiled and joked. How could he tell? Well, maybe it was the fact that he seemed too young for her? Even so, he probably could if he wanted to... he did have the street experience. Amber had once told him that most of the guild had a gentle side too, though when it came to fighting it was crazy. It was like fate, he fit perfectly, even if he chose not to join a guild. He enjoyed his freedom.

Damien huffed a laugh, "Well maybe I am the leader?" He casually smirked and crossed his arms across his chest, "Who knows?" He shrugged, briefly wondering what it would truly be like to be the leader. Really, who knows? If anything, he knew a lot about the Thieves, if he wanted he could nearly be a spy. Damien flew well under the radar. He lightly shook his head, flicking the hair that was obscuring his vision, out of his face, "But really, I'm not, but luckily I'm a close friend of the Second in Command, though I have met the leader once or twice. I know how things work well enough. Maybe I can introduce you guys one day, I don't know if they come here that often... at least the higher ups."