Villager: Alejandro the Bold
Name: Alejandro the Bold
Location: Tigereye Peak
Born 3 years, 6 months ago
House: FurCash House
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Alejandro the Bold is infected with Lycanthropy. Changes into a beastly monster after exposure to moonlight or especially frustrating board games. Howling at the moon relieves the symptoms for a little while, but use a Golden Apple for best results.
Alejandro the Bold's very special treasures!
"I-I don't think this is a good idea..."
"Then shut yer trap an' go back to the boat... h'I don't need any yellah-bellied-furs messin' this up..."
"But... T-This is his house though... right? I... I hear he skins furs who steal from him, and... and he has a carpet of their pelts for a blanket!"
Suddenly the young, quivering feline was shoved up against an adjacent wall, almost knocking over a nearby painting of a dark colored stallion and a young colt posing together.
"h'I'm gonna tell yer face one last time, ya lilly-livered kitten... Shut yer gab, or else me blade is gonna keep it shut..." The haggard looking fox snarled, pressing his hooded muzzle close to the frightened feline's face. It was a crescent moon that night, and there was very little light coming through the curtained windows of the decorated and gilded home they were pilfering. The feline gulped audibly and slowly shook his head, choosing to obey the immediate threat in front of him; he could feel the blade of the fox's pressing in between his ribs, and he knew the vulpine would not hesitate to use it.
"Good... Now git yer rump movin'..."
Once again they began to slip soundlessly through the halls of that lavish house; the walls adorned with trophies and fine paintings while the exhibit-stands of priceless treasures that lined the hallways seemed to be countless. All of which amazed and drew the attention of the young, impressionable feline, but the fox ignored them all; he only had one thing in mind, and he knew they were close.
After rounding numerous turns and navigating hallway after hallway, the two thieves finally came to their prize. At the end of that hallway was a circular room, and in the center was a pedestal with a gold embroidered glass case on top.
"There she is..." Breathed the fox as he cautiously began to move down that hallway, but right as he began the feline sprinted past him.
"Come on! Lets hurry up and grab it so we can get out of here!"
"No! Stop ya fool!" The cloaked fox barked as the feline ran down that hall, but he didn't get more than a few meters before a shadowy figure dropped from the ceiling in front of the feline. The cat only managed a short yowl of surprise before the cold touch of steel pressed against his neck.
"If you wish to live, leave now and never return..."
The feline needed no other cajoling; with a cry if dismay he dropped his short-sword and bolted back down the hallway towards the entrance. The fox stood tense; his scimitar unsheathed and in hand as he watched the cloaked figure intently; the sword of his former associate still bouncing about on the carpet of pelts below their footpaws before settling.
"You know... You should have gone with Pedro from Ixtapia... He would have been a much more reliable local sellsword than... whoever that was." The cloaked figure said in a low tone before removing the hood covering his face.
The fox's scowl could have curdled milk.
"Alejandro... I shoulda known ya'd be 'ere..." He snarled, tossing his own hood off to the side to reveal the scared face of a seasoned mercenary.
"And I knew from the moment I found that map that you would be the first to try and steal it, Aleixo..." said the stallion with a grin.
There was a moment of silence in between the two as they stared each other down, and then Alejandro spoke in a soft voice. "Are you going to make me do this? I could forget this, for the old-times sake..."
Aleixo snarled and took his stance in front of his former friend; his scimitar held diagonally in front of him. "h'I'm not makin' ya do nothin'... old friend..." He coldly said back as he subtly reached into his cloak, and then suddenly threw a black egg at the stallion.
Alejandro reacted quickly and covered his face with his cape, but he knew he had to move fast! As the egg exploded and sent cloying smoke into the air, he quickly removed his cape and threw in in front of him knowing Aleixo was charging him. With breath held and his eyes closed tight, he jumped backwards a decent six feet to get him out of that cloud of red smoke into fresh air. The second he landed and took his own stance, Aleixo was emerging from the smoke, tossing Alejandro's cape aside. He didn't stop charging though; with his scimitar firmly grasped in his right paw, he jumped high into the air before coming down with a powerful downwards slash!
Without a moment to spare, Alejandro held his sabre up to parry the attack; the loud clang of metal meeting metal rang loud in the hallway. With practiced movement, Aleixo pivoted on his left footpaw and turned his downwards momentum to spin around. His scimitar ground against the edge of that sabre before sliding free from it and quickly slicing its way through the air towards Alejandro's head! With barely a moment to spare the stallion leaned back just in time to see the blade missing his muzzle by millimeters, and with a quick step back he regained his footing to begin deflecting the barrage of savage slashes from Aleixo