Redthorn Anvil

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"Shouldn't be. But I'll scare him off him off if he is." He told her.
"Now come on, we're gonna go get some real breakfast." He had a little smirk on his face. He closed the hatch when she was up and left through the window.
"Anyway, I wanted to say sorry for being a jerk yesterday. Most kids climb through here looking for trouble, and I give it to 'em. You're not so bad." He looked around.
"Dog's gone for now. Let's go!"

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Sparhawk was unused to hosting guests, and he didn't exactly know Mira at all yet, aside from the fact that she didn't seem to know anything and she liked to help herself to pillows and blankets, so as much as he would have liked to sleep, he kept himself awake. There was no telling if the girl would try to steal from him while he was sleeping.
Not that she'd be able to carry off a lot of his stuff--she didn't look very strong, and thieves had to stay light on their feet, but still. He had a good thing going, and he wasn't about to risk one little girl ruining it all for a bit of sleep.

He waited out the night, laying on his stomach, propped up by his elbows.

The dog she'd encountered usually hid during the day when it was hot. So that would be the best time for Mira to scram if she wanted to avoid the ulgy beast. But he was toying with an idea. She was just a little kid, and a scrawny one at that.

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It was daylight. Sparhawk had crept up the hatch to look outside to see what time it was, and now he was preparing for a trip. Knife? Check. Money? Check.
He never took his money with him, but today, he had a plan.
"Hey sister, wake up." He told the sleeping girl, nudging her lightly with his foot.
"Lets go." He said, already making for the hatch again.

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"Sparhawk." He replied simply. He wasn't secretive, he typically was just wary of other street kids. He'd had to beat up several of them for trying to steal from him already. But this little girl didn't seem too bad. So far. He still would have to keep an eye on her. It was strange, though. She was the only other kid he'd seen that had dark hair like himself. Most of the other kids had lighter colored hair. If you didn't look closely, you might think they were actually related.
One could practically see the gears already working inside his head, but he didn't say anything.

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Yep, she really was that dumb. Whatever.

"An urchin is a street kid. Like you." He told her, continuing in his bluntness.

He watched her grab one of his blankets. As long as she left it here when she left, he didn't care. He bit off some more bread. She announced she was going to call him brother.
"Whatever you want." He replied to that. It wasn't going to matter in the morning when she left.

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Was she really this dumb?
"Are you always this dumb?" He asked her bluntly.
"You're not the only street urchin around here, you know." He told her, digging back into his dinner.
"The previous owners are gone, so I moved in. The upper floor caved, so no one else is gonna come live here. It's my house now, and the only reason you're still here is because I don't like the dog either." He told her. He reached up and pulled the hatch down again.
"And if we get caught here, we'll be hanged. That's why we're hiding, sister." He sat himself down on a spread blanket before a lit candle, currently the only light source. The only problem with cellars was that they got very cold at night.
Fortunately, Sparhawk had plenty of blankets and pillows, stuff the previous owners had left behind. He'd dragged them all down here to make the place more comfortable.

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Dog? Oh, she must have seen that ugly beast that always scavenges around this area. He wasn't exactly friendly.

Sparhawk sized up the little girl before him.
Nah. She wasn't worth it. And there was no way she'd be able to take on that monster. Hence why she climbed in.

Sparhawk gave her an unimpressed stare.

"Keep it. I don't eat them." He told her simply, then walked past her and shut the window.

"You can stay until the dog is gone." He told her. She was lucky. If she had been another boy, he would have kicked her out right then and there. He disappeared down the hatch again, though he had left it open.

"Well hurry up then, before someone looks in through the window and sees us!" He growled.

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Sparhawk was in the middle of eating dinner--a chunk of bread taken from a loaf he'd stolen the day before and some cheese he'd gotten his hands on last week. He preferred to steal dry goods because they didn't spoil nearly as quickly as other foods like meat or fruits. He also kept a small stash of eggs in case of an emergency and he was starving.
He had other foods as well, jarred foods, which kept very well in basement cellars--for example, the one he called home. Compared to other street kids, he lived like a king. He could easily defend his residence as well, because of sheer size, and his knack for being able to intimidate all the other kids that might want to invade or steal from him. Most days he would stake out prospective houses--his favorites were always small farms that housed an old couple, because usually he didn't even need to steal from them. He could just offer to work for food or for a coin or two, and that would get him enough food for a day.
That was another thing he had a small stash of. Money. He never used it if he could help it, though. He just saved it.

Presently, there was a soft thump from above. Another invader, he assumed. He put down his dinner and got up to scare off whoever might be snooping around. He climbed up a crate that sat underneath the hatch that led to the main floor of the house and quietly cracked it open to see who was there.

He saw a little girl, younger than him, at any rate. He could immediately tell she was a street girl. She was dirty, had messy hair, and her clothes were torn in some places and were too small for her.

He rolled his eyes and shoved the hatch open the rest of the way to hear slam to the ground on the other side.

He hoisted himself up with crossed arms and a scowl.

"This house is taken, sister." He told her in a deceptively quiet voice.

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Sparhawk

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11, for now.
The Blind Knight

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I'm so glad you like it, it was way too fun to draw XDDDDDDD

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Do you know what the only thing I have to say is?

All I have to say is this.