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He had been watching me, staring at me with those raven black eyes, surverying me over top those expensive sunglasses. His skin beneath the blackened lenses was a pale, pale grey, with flicks of yellow markings beneath the eyes, and a mane of pure white hair. The krawk had sported new sneakers, and name brand clothing. Jealousy was what made me do what I did. I was jealous of everything he had- jealous of all he had to show for nothing. He was rich, I assumed, most likely from inheritance.

He did nothing to deserve what he had. It was up to me to rid him of his... unnecessities.

I flicked my tail, and walked over to where he had been standing. I smiled nonchalantly, and he blinked, and turned away. He started walking towards his car, or, the one I thought to be his, since it was the most expensive I could see. A pure white two seater sports car. I grinned to myself, and approached him.

He ignored me. After watching me for a few moments, he deiced I wasn't a threat... I mean, how insulting! He got in that pretty cars of his, and revved the engine, making me much angrier.

Hey," I called out to him. He looked at me, wondering what in the world I might want. "I uh... need directions." I smirked, though he caught it, frowning. I started to sweat- what was up with this guy? One minute he was underestimating me, the next, poof, he's all knowing. "Uh... which way to... the... trading post?" I approached his car, flicking the blade of a knife out behind my back. I leaned on the car all innocent like, smiling.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back, and I could feel the spot where the knife was digging into my back. It lay horizontally, no not much damage was done. Though, it did cut a small tear in my jacket, and that was not cool. That guy... that strange krawk, or whoever he was... he was on my list. Yeah.

I decided the best thing to do would be to go to the trading post. I'd been there before; selling some interesting things I'd 'picked up' along the way. Not much, but some, y'know? Besides, if I saw him again, it'd make more sense if I was there. Less suspection, yeah.

I arrived at the post, looking around, trying to spot some prospectful buyers. I patted my jacket pocket, searching for that petpet paint brush I'd swiped. Nothing. He had robbed me.

I frowned, determined to keep my temper in check. I turned around to go home, and stopped short. There he was, bartering over the price of that fire petpet paint brush. He grinned, and waved, and continued chatting with a korbat. He shook his head, and the korbat flew off, in search of a better deal.

I, on the other hand, marched right over to him, the frown on my face apparent.

Thief," I spat out angrily.
Likewise," he murmered witha smile. He knew. And the worst part was he was taunting me. Me, me!
Shut it," I spat, and reached across to swipe the paint brush from his hand.
Oh, dear, looks like we have a problem here. No worries. This will all be sorted out soon enough." He smiled, I winced, and it all went black.

The first voice I heard was his. This time, he was holding a recyclable cup, full of tea, which, was quite odd considering him a 'thief.' "You know, you have some potential. The cops came looking for a report on a stolen paint brush- which, I can't believe, since they never try- and they almost found me!" He laughed, grinning now. "But, the person bought that paint brush and painted their Ona fire. By the time the cops had figured out the paint brush had been sold, it was used. The evidence was gone, and the owner didn't mention me." He grinned some more, watching for my reaction. My only thoughts were: why is he telling me this, and why are we still at the trading post?

Whether or not he heard my thoughts, which I doubt he could do, he continued. "You know, you must have an eye, because that's the second paint brush I've nicked from you." I groaned, as the realiztion hit. That other one- from a few days back- was his work. He lifted it. "And I'm saying this because you must have thought about this- that evidence of theft is destoyed quite quickly."

I blinked. "Ye...ahh..." I sputtered. This itself was quite true, though those paint brushes were just a tad bit easier to snatch for some reason. You'd think people would be more careful with those sort of items. But either way, it was a compliment.

Wait. A compliment. Ha. Why should I care what this weirdo thought? He'd knocked me out twice now, and now I was... watching him with expectant eyes, hopeful he'd say something kind.

Disgusting.

Whatever. I'm going now." I stood up slowly, and shot him a nasty glare, just to be sure.

Good Riddance.

It was a while before I saw him again. When I did, I wasn't in the best of light, persay. I was on my way to Jail in fact. I'd been caught, and he just stood there, watching, with that annoying twinkle in his eye. His -disallowed_word-which was actually quite frightening, considering he had a little blood splat on his cheeck.) "Payment," he said.

What?" I asked, knowing fully well what he was talking about.

You know fully well what I'm talking about, Toasite.

Doastie," I replied, aggravated.

Yeah. Now, you burnt piece of bread, you owe me. I saved your hide, and," he said in an exagerated voice, "you made me scratch myself. So. Payment.

Err, what do I pay you with?" I blinked, and emptied out my pockets. "That cop got the money I had," I muttered angrily.

And I got it back," he said, brandishing a nice supply of money. I eyed it warily, annoyed he had even known to check to see if there was anything worth stealing. I showed this well with a display of crossing my arms, pouting, and frowning (which I believe I did quite well, thank you.) "Awwh, poor Toastie," cooed the krawk edged closer. "All sad and such. I just might be inclined to..." he trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging. "Nope. Not inclined. Well, your payment startes tomorrow!" His voice changed, and he was back to being that jolly exurberant fellow. Urck. "Now what can you do..." he pondered. "Aha," he declared, a suspicious -disallowed_word-Personally, I think he only suggested it so he could say THAT word. URGH.)

Oh, no, I couldn't go back on my word, now can I? I would be... be... un menteur! A liar! And now, we can't have that, can we?" I grumbled that that was perfectly fine.

So, how about... uh..." I racked my brains trying to think of something to come up with.

Hollow," sang the krawk.

Huh?

Nevermind!" He sang, oh so cheerfully. And with the hate of his... his... happy yay happy mood, I grabbed the nearest thing and swung. "Mrrphff," he mumbled incoherently, his mouth full of... lupe fur. I blinked. I, had apparently just thrown a little lupe at the krawk.

Oop-

Absentis!" crowed the krawk, recieving a big lick from the lupe. They... knew one another? Interesting. This Absentis character began to giggle, watching me with large, round, silver eyes. I gulped, breaking eye contact with the small lupess that was now settled in the krawk's arms. "Absentis says you shouldn't have to pay me back with my suggestion," grumbled the krawk unhappily. He stared at the ground for a few moments, then, his face brightened, again. "Oh well!

Errh, uh, how about I just sort of... steal stuff for you so you can have much money?" The end of my sentence came out in a rush, and I stood there at the end, watching, holding my breath, waiting. The krawk and lupe consulted, and came out with an answer.

Okay," he finally said. "But," uhoh, but, "I will have to show you the ropes so you don't get caught.

It was strange, but after that, things sort of escalated to where I am now. Sort of working for this krawk, who's name is Pyrennth, and having to feed that little lupe whenever she passed me by.

Thankfully, Pyrennth hasn't gotten me to try out that idea of his. I shudder to think of it. Want to know what his plan was? Well I'm not telling! So there. Nyah. :P

Pyrennth: -cackle- My plan was...
Doastie: Eeee! -smothers-
Pyrennth: To make Doastie wramoph a derdss
Doastie: -throws into lake-
Pyrennth: A dress! When I ran around and stole everyone's money while they were... AHHH!
Doastie: -bellyflops-
Pyrennth: -smooshed- x_x
Absentis: -cackle- FEED ME.

THE END YO.