The cool mountain breeze rustling the environment was the only sound accompanying Arashi as he hiked up the beaten mountain trail. The rucksack upon his back weighed heavily upon the young man. Among the spare sets of clothing, the rations of food, and the other such supplies necessary for prolonged survival in the wilderness were items that would be more appropriate for somebody attempting to tame or restrain an animal, like chain and rope. Even the empty burlap sack that the young man carried in his pack seemed to be too perfect fit for a head to be passed off for something innocent!
...Okay, so it was honestly just a sack that had managed to be emptied of its contents during the trip. The point still stood.
Arashi had been travelling for quite a some time, his home not even present upon the landscape behind him. The blond-haired young man stopped upon reaching an area where the mountain began to plateau and took a seat upon a large stone. It was roughly lunchtime, if the Sun being in the absolute center of the sky meant anything. So he set down his rucksack and removed some of the meat he had collected and pre-cooked, as well as a flask of water he had retrieved from a spring a while back. As he ate, Arashi took the time to bask in the great - if a bit chilly - weather.
It really wasn't much longer until he reached his destination nestled deep within this godforsaken mountain range. The whole thing would probably take a few more hours. There was likely a much more easily accessible entrance to his desired end-point, but he sure as hell wouldn't be taking that particular route. With what he was planning to do, it would be better if he just got in and got out. No bothering with border crossing hassles, getting identified by any natives, or anything of that sort! Just him, his rucksack, and the trail. That was all he wanted or needed from this heist. The less he had to account for, the better. He just wanted to get this done as fast as possible.
Once Arashi finished up his meal, the young man hefted his rucksack over his shoulders, pulled his brown cloak tighter around himself, and set off once more.
That Night
There it was.
The best way to describe the 'it' down a bit below would be a farm or ranch. If the livestock were winged lizards bigger or equal to the size of your average human. Likely also possessing the ability to kill something the size of your average human. Like, say, the unfortunate average human attempting to kidnap one in order to save his family.
Not exactly the easiest of tasks for a first time thief, all things considered.
'Too late to turn back now,' Arashi grimaced, surveying his surroundings. A young dragon would be the easiest, he'd think. Not an egg, as he had no idea how to care for a developing draconic embryo, or the resulting developing draconic child. The dragon would also have to be relatively isolated, as not to disturb the other dragons.
Sliding down the ledge he was perched upon, Arashi inched closer to the area. 'There,' the long-haired novice thief thought, picking out a black and gold one that seemed to look relatively young and helpless. It was nearby and relatively separated from the rest of the group. Must've been his lucky night.
Unfortunately, after retrieving his supplies and getting close enough to put them into action, a thought occurred to Arashi: he had no idea what the hell he was doing. Hopefully this dragon was a heavy sleeper. First things first though, he had to make sure that the dragon would be silent as not to wake the others. To facilitate this, the young man tied the previously-mentioned perfectly-sized burlap sack over the black dragon's head, making sure to tie the mouth shut tight. He went on with the rest of the body, tying up appendages, before finally having the dragon practically gift-wrapped for him! Though it was a rather difficult job, Arashi had to admit. Fortunately, he wasn't going dragon stealing again any time soon, so it was fine. Nobody got anything done without a little hardship after all.
Now to get the dragon out...
Arashi hefted the dragon up, carrying it close to his chest like a baby - or alternatively, a particularly heavy bag. He was actually rather surprised as to how light the dragon was. He had expected something heavier, but this was like carrying a person!
By the break of dawn, the thief and his prize would be far away...
...Okay, so it was honestly just a sack that had managed to be emptied of its contents during the trip. The point still stood.
Arashi had been travelling for quite a some time, his home not even present upon the landscape behind him. The blond-haired young man stopped upon reaching an area where the mountain began to plateau and took a seat upon a large stone. It was roughly lunchtime, if the Sun being in the absolute center of the sky meant anything. So he set down his rucksack and removed some of the meat he had collected and pre-cooked, as well as a flask of water he had retrieved from a spring a while back. As he ate, Arashi took the time to bask in the great - if a bit chilly - weather.
It really wasn't much longer until he reached his destination nestled deep within this godforsaken mountain range. The whole thing would probably take a few more hours. There was likely a much more easily accessible entrance to his desired end-point, but he sure as hell wouldn't be taking that particular route. With what he was planning to do, it would be better if he just got in and got out. No bothering with border crossing hassles, getting identified by any natives, or anything of that sort! Just him, his rucksack, and the trail. That was all he wanted or needed from this heist. The less he had to account for, the better. He just wanted to get this done as fast as possible.
Once Arashi finished up his meal, the young man hefted his rucksack over his shoulders, pulled his brown cloak tighter around himself, and set off once more.
That Night
There it was.
The best way to describe the 'it' down a bit below would be a farm or ranch. If the livestock were winged lizards bigger or equal to the size of your average human. Likely also possessing the ability to kill something the size of your average human. Like, say, the unfortunate average human attempting to kidnap one in order to save his family.
Not exactly the easiest of tasks for a first time thief, all things considered.
'Too late to turn back now,' Arashi grimaced, surveying his surroundings. A young dragon would be the easiest, he'd think. Not an egg, as he had no idea how to care for a developing draconic embryo, or the resulting developing draconic child. The dragon would also have to be relatively isolated, as not to disturb the other dragons.
Sliding down the ledge he was perched upon, Arashi inched closer to the area. 'There,' the long-haired novice thief thought, picking out a black and gold one that seemed to look relatively young and helpless. It was nearby and relatively separated from the rest of the group. Must've been his lucky night.
Unfortunately, after retrieving his supplies and getting close enough to put them into action, a thought occurred to Arashi: he had no idea what the hell he was doing. Hopefully this dragon was a heavy sleeper. First things first though, he had to make sure that the dragon would be silent as not to wake the others. To facilitate this, the young man tied the previously-mentioned perfectly-sized burlap sack over the black dragon's head, making sure to tie the mouth shut tight. He went on with the rest of the body, tying up appendages, before finally having the dragon practically gift-wrapped for him! Though it was a rather difficult job, Arashi had to admit. Fortunately, he wasn't going dragon stealing again any time soon, so it was fine. Nobody got anything done without a little hardship after all.
Now to get the dragon out...
Arashi hefted the dragon up, carrying it close to his chest like a baby - or alternatively, a particularly heavy bag. He was actually rather surprised as to how light the dragon was. He had expected something heavier, but this was like carrying a person!
By the break of dawn, the thief and his prize would be far away...
