Loki god of BS
God of BS
Despite having somewhat consistent advice from his mother, and...some sever greats grandfather back, Cadence didn’t always make the best of choices. Whether it was starting a fight with the other kids or now robbing which ever house he viewed as not properly protected, he was making trouble. He never intended to be trouble, he had perfectly good excuses; he was fighting back at bullies, he was doing what he had to to take care of himself and more importantly his mother.
Neila was a strong woman, though she might look frail, no one could deny she had fought through the past few years with the tenacity of ten men. No local healer had been able to identify her illness and any beyond the closest city were hard to get.
Though Cadence had guts he wasn’t exactly brave. It didn’t take much of a man to steal from a house where no one was home. And he wasn’t even particularly gutsy about that either. He always went when he knew no one was around, he tried to keep a low profile by avoiding upper class homes, not exactly the mark of a hero.
He justified his actions anyway.
He’d had an honest job, and his temperament, perhaps temper itself, made it hard to get along with many people. He had yet to tell his mother any of this and never intended to if he could get away with it. So he stole behind people’s backs and pretended to their faces.
Nearly everyone he’d met had to comment on his small stature, and he’d reply with the first insult he could conjure up. He couldn’t deny he was short nor that he was fairly thin, but those only worked in his favour.
The evening padded on and night crawled behind it, Cadence was home only waiting for his mother to fall asleep; he’d told her he would stick around until then, since he didn’t want to explain what he had up he sleeve.
“I wont be all night.” He told her as she slipped into bed.
“Wake me when you get home, if it’s not too late.” She requested of him.
“I know, I will.” Although they both knew he’d sneak back in as quiet as a mouse.
Neila could sleep much more soundly than he could, oblivious of the trouble he was making for himself.
Cadence changed his top and grabbed a pack on his way out. He was generally good about scoping places out, about planning ahead, though tonight was no exception he was aiming higher.
So far he’d played it safe, at least as safe as one could be thieving, but he didn’t steal from the nicest homes, the ones that everyone would hear about, tonight was different. His ancestor hadn’t told him specifically to rob the house, but did let him know it had significance for him.
Towards the edge of town where the land was pricier was where the mayor and his family lived. Cadence needed to take more, enough to get by for at least the next few months comfortably, he was hoping the high stakes would pay off even if he didn’t find what he was intended to.
At the peak of the evening he crept his way in just after he assumed all occupants had left. It wasn’t heavily guarded, but well locked and by now he’d broken into enough houses that he could break in in seconds.
It was dark inside without anyone to keep the lights on, and Cadence didn’t bother to turn them on. He wondered where the more valuable items would be kept and in his wondering wandered a bit. Though he knew he didn’t have long before someone came back he was still surprised when he hear the front door open with accompanying voices. He was suddenly much more unsure of himself, and not right by an escape.
He was in the middle of a hallway, a dark hallway, but a long straight one nonetheless. He slipped into the closest room to him and made a beeline to the window. A window that didn’t want to open. As the voices approached the only thing he could think to do was hide under the bed and hope whoever was there would leave again. It wasn’t a particularly brilliant idea, but it was the only one he had. So he made a dash for it and tried not to make a lot of noise as he crawled under, mentally beating himself up over it all the while. At least right now he was glad to be small and light.
Neila was a strong woman, though she might look frail, no one could deny she had fought through the past few years with the tenacity of ten men. No local healer had been able to identify her illness and any beyond the closest city were hard to get.
Though Cadence had guts he wasn’t exactly brave. It didn’t take much of a man to steal from a house where no one was home. And he wasn’t even particularly gutsy about that either. He always went when he knew no one was around, he tried to keep a low profile by avoiding upper class homes, not exactly the mark of a hero.
He justified his actions anyway.
He’d had an honest job, and his temperament, perhaps temper itself, made it hard to get along with many people. He had yet to tell his mother any of this and never intended to if he could get away with it. So he stole behind people’s backs and pretended to their faces.
Nearly everyone he’d met had to comment on his small stature, and he’d reply with the first insult he could conjure up. He couldn’t deny he was short nor that he was fairly thin, but those only worked in his favour.
The evening padded on and night crawled behind it, Cadence was home only waiting for his mother to fall asleep; he’d told her he would stick around until then, since he didn’t want to explain what he had up he sleeve.
“I wont be all night.” He told her as she slipped into bed.
“Wake me when you get home, if it’s not too late.” She requested of him.
“I know, I will.” Although they both knew he’d sneak back in as quiet as a mouse.
Neila could sleep much more soundly than he could, oblivious of the trouble he was making for himself.
Cadence changed his top and grabbed a pack on his way out. He was generally good about scoping places out, about planning ahead, though tonight was no exception he was aiming higher.
So far he’d played it safe, at least as safe as one could be thieving, but he didn’t steal from the nicest homes, the ones that everyone would hear about, tonight was different. His ancestor hadn’t told him specifically to rob the house, but did let him know it had significance for him.
Towards the edge of town where the land was pricier was where the mayor and his family lived. Cadence needed to take more, enough to get by for at least the next few months comfortably, he was hoping the high stakes would pay off even if he didn’t find what he was intended to.
At the peak of the evening he crept his way in just after he assumed all occupants had left. It wasn’t heavily guarded, but well locked and by now he’d broken into enough houses that he could break in in seconds.
It was dark inside without anyone to keep the lights on, and Cadence didn’t bother to turn them on. He wondered where the more valuable items would be kept and in his wondering wandered a bit. Though he knew he didn’t have long before someone came back he was still surprised when he hear the front door open with accompanying voices. He was suddenly much more unsure of himself, and not right by an escape.
He was in the middle of a hallway, a dark hallway, but a long straight one nonetheless. He slipped into the closest room to him and made a beeline to the window. A window that didn’t want to open. As the voices approached the only thing he could think to do was hide under the bed and hope whoever was there would leave again. It wasn’t a particularly brilliant idea, but it was the only one he had. So he made a dash for it and tried not to make a lot of noise as he crawled under, mentally beating himself up over it all the while. At least right now he was glad to be small and light.
