HeyStarving
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"Are we seriously out here to be watch dogs all night?"
"Heh... Watch dogs."
"Oh shut up, you're a human, you can't make that joke." Lazarus playfully slung a punch at the fellow thief's arm. A grin taking over his pharaoh hound's muzzle, he returned to picking at his clawed hands, his upright ears twitching this way and that at every sound in the night. "I know what you mean though," he said, "this road ain't frequented as much. The crew behind us are probably impatient. Pretty sure I hear boss approachin' us... Well, he said if we didn't get traffic by the witch's hour, we'd retreat back to camp anyway." Sitting up from his crouched position, he adjusted the dark robes he wore, pulling up the hood as he crept closer to peer through the bushes.
The moonlight cast over the dirt road remained unchanged. Wind rustled the leaves in the dirt, and the only other thing in sight was a beetle flipped on its back. Lazarus held back an impatient sigh. Though young, he'd been with this group of rogues for years. And he hated every single time they scouted this road. It was always slow, and only fat merchants with salt and pepper came through here. He wanted something better, something shinier. But no, they simply couldn't watch the city roads. Too many guards out tonight.
The human close to him, patted him on the back, and she turned back to greet their fellow allies.
"Heh... Watch dogs."
"Oh shut up, you're a human, you can't make that joke." Lazarus playfully slung a punch at the fellow thief's arm. A grin taking over his pharaoh hound's muzzle, he returned to picking at his clawed hands, his upright ears twitching this way and that at every sound in the night. "I know what you mean though," he said, "this road ain't frequented as much. The crew behind us are probably impatient. Pretty sure I hear boss approachin' us... Well, he said if we didn't get traffic by the witch's hour, we'd retreat back to camp anyway." Sitting up from his crouched position, he adjusted the dark robes he wore, pulling up the hood as he crept closer to peer through the bushes.
The moonlight cast over the dirt road remained unchanged. Wind rustled the leaves in the dirt, and the only other thing in sight was a beetle flipped on its back. Lazarus held back an impatient sigh. Though young, he'd been with this group of rogues for years. And he hated every single time they scouted this road. It was always slow, and only fat merchants with salt and pepper came through here. He wanted something better, something shinier. But no, they simply couldn't watch the city roads. Too many guards out tonight.
The human close to him, patted him on the back, and she turned back to greet their fellow allies.