HONKY CAT ♤ stealing shit

[RHINESTONE.]

RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEGATE
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"

It wasn't a good idea to steal from the Palm Glades, not by any means. Despite what Caesar may have thought of them, they were a warbound group, and they had never been particularly kind to their enemies in the past. Particularly not the group that Gremlin hailed from, the Coalition of the Condemned. Not only was the good for nothing risking his life by trying to steal from them, but he was being especially stupid in what he had chosen to steal. Not only was Magnum protective of his gold – and he had good reason to be, obviously – but shells were considered important to the culture of the Glades. They were used widely on their necklaces to express different things about themselves, and had once been considered to be gifts from Starclan. These days, they weren't so much gifts from Starclan, but they were still important, and Rhinestone still saw them as gifts, even if just ones from the ocean. It was because of this that he hardly appreciated them being stolen, the legate's nose wrinkling in distaste as he approached. Not only had Magnum already established that Gremlin was stealing from them, but the scent of the Coalition on the air was one that set Rhine on edge, the serval's friendly exterior melting away.

By the time he arrived on the scene, Rhinestone could already see both Caesar and Mezrith taking their shots at the trespasser, a soft noise of approval leaving his throat as he watched them. His words were sharp as he spoke to Gremlin, dark black gaze narrowed in annoyance, "I thought that I had made it clear that the Coalition wasn't welcome around here. Clearly I'm going to have to tell Ninazu to put more of a leash on her little annoyances." He punctuated his words by raising one of his paws, the wind around him seeming to shift as his elementals came to life. With a bit of focus and a gesture of his paw, Rhine would aim to form a loop of moving air around [member=17171]GREMLIN F.[/member]'s neck, which would try to tighten inwards and choke the other. He had never used his powers in such a way before, so it was entirely possible that the attack could fail, or peter out when Gremlin fought against it. Still, the serval had wanted to try out new things with his air elementals, and what better way to test them than on a dirty little thieving enemy? Perhaps Ninazu and her cronies would get the message if Gremlin arrived back home with bruising on his neck – or even if he didn't arrive back home at all.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades