username;
cinemacat
name;
audacieux
audi for short
gender;
female
orientation;
lesbean
favorite song;
comeback by fox stevenson
personality type;
ESFP
extroverted | sensing | feeling | perceiving
about me;
my name is audacieux.
I am a thief.
believe it or not, I am not greedy. I am not selfish. I do care of others.
I steal only from the rich. I only take a small bit. anything i have left over, i hand out to the ones at the subway station. I may be a thief, but i have morals.
many describe me as bold. i don't necessarily disagree with them.
that's why i stole an entire statue made of 40% authentic pure gold.
story time!
crunch! the bottle of soda hit the table and crumpled. the one who had crushed it sighed. "oh, audio. what are we going to do now?"
i tried to answer honestly. "I have no clue."
he shook his head. the loud bar swelled with noise. the soda crusher looked at me. "well, audiovisual, you're the one who said only soda."
"someone has to drive. I can't."
"humph." the soda one narrowed his eyes.
"you know what, audiobook, we could do something we haven't done in a while."
"memphis, I told you, I'm gay." I disapprovingly shook my head.
memphis threw his head back and laughed loudly, adding to the chaos of the bar. "not that. i mean we should steal something."
I looked at him like he said the sun rises in the north and cats could only walk upside down. "what!? we haven't done that in forever. besides, we don't need it."
he pursed his lips. "yeas, but we could donate it."
I sighed.
memphis coughed. "you know you want to."
more silence.
then, "I'll buy us some guacamole and have a party with the homeless."
I slammed my paw on the bar. "I'm in, " I declared.
memphis grinned widely. "let's steal back the world."
∞ ∞ ∞
the bushes rustled behind me. I jumped in surprise and quickly swiveled to the left, then memphis popped out. I punched him.
he snorted. "you punch hecka weak."
I punched him very, very hard.
"ooof," he groaned, doubling over.
suddenly, my ears pricked up and my eyes widened. "shush," I hissed. I shoved memphis into the bush behind us and followed suite.
pawsteps crackled in the crisp autumn night. a tall, rather overweight viscet waddled into view. he glanced around nervously, unaware of us.
memphis looked at me through the leaves, a questioning look in his eyes. I shrugged helplessly and turned back torwards the other viscet.
he had obviously never struggled with finances. his potbelly bulged from under a too-tight leather belt with a large ( rather tacky looking, I thought ) gold buckle with a cowboy engraved into it. wads of cash were bulging out of a pouch on his tail.
the viscet grunted and began to snuffle his snout into a bush not far from where memphis and I were hiding. from my peripheral vision, I saw memphis narrow his eyes in confusion.
suddenly, the viscet jerked his snout out, revealing a gleaming key. he staggered back a little, then regained his balance. he did a double take once more, his potbelly sloshing around as he did. I caught a glimpse of the name roi, french for "king." I snorted to myself. he even has a stuck-up name.
I looked at memphis and we simulatiously nodded. he began tottering away with the gleaming key still in his hand.
I looked at memphis and we simulatiously nodded.
I sloowwwly crept out of the bush, landing lightly on my paws. placing my feet carefully, we both silently padded behind roi.
soon enough, we ended up in the center of a forest clearing. roi took the key and carefully inserted it into the ground. memphis cocked his head curiously.
he turned the key and a grassy trapdoor sprung up. once roi had climbed in, memphis ran forward.
"come on," he grinned, and jumped into the hatch.
∞ ∞ ∞
once we climbed down the ladder, memphis gasped in surprise.
gold, silver, and jewels sparked. it hurt my eyes, looking at the magnificent spectacle. in the center of it all stood a proud golden statue.
I could see determination shining in memphis' eyes. we nodded in unison and I scrabbled up the statue. I ripped the head off with my teeth and passed it down.
we quickly scrambled up the ladder, back into the cool night.
we let out a howl of victory.
extras;
art by; canned_burries on instagram
art by; silverwing66 on instagram
cinemacat
name;
audacieux
audi for short
gender;
female
orientation;
lesbean
favorite song;
comeback by fox stevenson
personality type;
ESFP
extroverted | sensing | feeling | perceiving
about me;
my name is audacieux.
I am a thief.
believe it or not, I am not greedy. I am not selfish. I do care of others.
I steal only from the rich. I only take a small bit. anything i have left over, i hand out to the ones at the subway station. I may be a thief, but i have morals.
many describe me as bold. i don't necessarily disagree with them.
that's why i stole an entire statue made of 40% authentic pure gold.
story time!
crunch! the bottle of soda hit the table and crumpled. the one who had crushed it sighed. "oh, audio. what are we going to do now?"
i tried to answer honestly. "I have no clue."
he shook his head. the loud bar swelled with noise. the soda crusher looked at me. "well, audiovisual, you're the one who said only soda."
"someone has to drive. I can't."
"humph." the soda one narrowed his eyes.
"you know what, audiobook, we could do something we haven't done in a while."
"memphis, I told you, I'm gay." I disapprovingly shook my head.
memphis threw his head back and laughed loudly, adding to the chaos of the bar. "not that. i mean we should steal something."
I looked at him like he said the sun rises in the north and cats could only walk upside down. "what!? we haven't done that in forever. besides, we don't need it."
he pursed his lips. "yeas, but we could donate it."
I sighed.
memphis coughed. "you know you want to."
more silence.
then, "I'll buy us some guacamole and have a party with the homeless."
I slammed my paw on the bar. "I'm in, " I declared.
memphis grinned widely. "let's steal back the world."
∞ ∞ ∞
the bushes rustled behind me. I jumped in surprise and quickly swiveled to the left, then memphis popped out. I punched him.
he snorted. "you punch hecka weak."
I punched him very, very hard.
"ooof," he groaned, doubling over.
suddenly, my ears pricked up and my eyes widened. "shush," I hissed. I shoved memphis into the bush behind us and followed suite.
pawsteps crackled in the crisp autumn night. a tall, rather overweight viscet waddled into view. he glanced around nervously, unaware of us.
memphis looked at me through the leaves, a questioning look in his eyes. I shrugged helplessly and turned back torwards the other viscet.
he had obviously never struggled with finances. his potbelly bulged from under a too-tight leather belt with a large ( rather tacky looking, I thought ) gold buckle with a cowboy engraved into it. wads of cash were bulging out of a pouch on his tail.
the viscet grunted and began to snuffle his snout into a bush not far from where memphis and I were hiding. from my peripheral vision, I saw memphis narrow his eyes in confusion.
suddenly, the viscet jerked his snout out, revealing a gleaming key. he staggered back a little, then regained his balance. he did a double take once more, his potbelly sloshing around as he did. I caught a glimpse of the name roi, french for "king." I snorted to myself. he even has a stuck-up name.
I looked at memphis and we simulatiously nodded. he began tottering away with the gleaming key still in his hand.
I looked at memphis and we simulatiously nodded.
I sloowwwly crept out of the bush, landing lightly on my paws. placing my feet carefully, we both silently padded behind roi.
soon enough, we ended up in the center of a forest clearing. roi took the key and carefully inserted it into the ground. memphis cocked his head curiously.
he turned the key and a grassy trapdoor sprung up. once roi had climbed in, memphis ran forward.
"come on," he grinned, and jumped into the hatch.
∞ ∞ ∞
once we climbed down the ladder, memphis gasped in surprise.
gold, silver, and jewels sparked. it hurt my eyes, looking at the magnificent spectacle. in the center of it all stood a proud golden statue.
I could see determination shining in memphis' eyes. we nodded in unison and I scrabbled up the statue. I ripped the head off with my teeth and passed it down.
we quickly scrambled up the ladder, back into the cool night.
we let out a howl of victory.
extras;
art by; canned_burries on instagram
art by; silverwing66 on instagram
