[Action | Closed]
[It's late. The crowds that gathered for the Celestial Nights have dispersed, leaving only a few inmates out and about, while most are tucked away in their beds. Pride is one of the few, wandering the alleys, looking, listening, smelling for something.
Annoyance at Gluttony's hunger pangs have left him searching for a meal once again. Something to take the pain away even for a short while. Something more delectable than the dead meat in the kitchens or those lizards that roamed the streets a week ago. Something alive. Something human, or close.
The artificial light of the moon and streetlamps makes casting a shadow no problem at all.
He sniffs the air, searching for easy prey. Someone who smells alone. Someone who could disappear without a trace, without a companion to problematize things.]