Tarazet - FS application

Montellian Serat.

The mega metropolis of Devaron. It was a beautiful city surrounded by fertile hills and mountain ranges as it was nestled within one of Devaron's many deep valleys. Within the underbelly of the city, a market place resonated with the pandemonium of business and Taraketa deftly moved within the shadows. The Devaronian was hungry. Most kids were sitting down to dinners with their family's in a few hours, but instead of that Taraketa would only eat if he got out and fended for himself.

His red eyes were sharp and flicked from one stand to the next, lingering on passer-bys as he approached a street that hosted a flea market of sorts. They spots were rented and used by the civilians and businessmen alike who had wares to sell. For the young kid, there was a heap of credits to be lifted--enough to buy him his meal ticket for tonight and the next week. A toothy grin was exposed to further bolster his devilish features as his eyes settled upon a lady with a nice purse.

<Going now..!>

He pushed his feet off the ground as he bolted forward. He closed the distance between the woman and him as fast as he could as he reached out to snatch the purse. Just as he was about to grab it, he slammed into someone. He barely missed grasping the purse as he stumbled and fell onto his back rolling. It took a moment for people to realize what was happening but once they did, they were calling the guards.

"Shit..gotta run!"

Tarazet pulled himself quickly as he would dart from the scene. Luckily, it was in the middle of rush and there were mounds of people moving through the streets. It helped him with being able get away as he pushed through the crowd of either oblivious or confused people. He felt like he had gotten away but that didn't change his situation. He was still hungry and broke, so as he made his way past the last line of market stands, he would swerve toward one and grab what he was able to.

Bread and blue milk. It wasn't what one had in mind but when the stomach grumbled, it was something to satisfy it. The man who owned the wares yelled for more guards and so he found himself being chased by by three. He peered backwards as he noticed they were closing in on him. He was fast, but he was a kid. They had passed the crowds of the market place and now it was a straight line. He had to figure out how to get away from then. Just then, another guard came out of nowhere.

He had been called out to the intersection to cut the kid off. Tarazet had garnered himself a little bit of a reputation and it seemed they had finally made a plan to catch him. He sneered as there was no way he would be able to dodge him. He'd have to try. The man reached out to grab him and the Devaronian prematurely swiped outward from himself.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

 He screeched this outward as he snarled toward the man..somehow or another, the man lost his footing and instead of grabbing him, he fell to the side and the Devaronian was able to maintain his pace away from the guards. He turned a corner as he wondered what had happened. He felt something, but what was it? Tarazet jumped over a trash compactor as he palmed it to keep himself elevated. He looked towards it, somehow in his mind coming up with the idea that he should try something.

Suddenly the trash compactor tripped over it. Instead of being able to side-step and move around the compactor, the two guards found themselves fumbling over it as it suddenly jolted into animation. It didn't knock into them, but it caused them to trip. Both of them fell and he turned a quick corner, and then another. He altered his route as many times as possible until he felt like there was no way he could have been followed. He then dipped into the alleyways as he traveled back home with the food. His parents were getting high somewhere but at least he would eat.