someone's cold one is giving me chills

[spiderwife]

Date & Time: forward dated to about 7/14, early morning
Location: Koltira's sweet lakeside property
Characters: Koltira & Araña
Summary: attempted motorcycle theft.
Warnings: probably not, but that koltira sure is creepy and dead, so

[ Esteban, for once, is quiet. He sits silently on Araña's shoulder, although he'd been active and investigative as ever during the long walk out from the city. But as she'd drawn nearer to the lake, the one she suspects is Koltira's, the monkey had gotten quieter and... well, a lot more cooperative. It's weird, but she'll take it.

It's about ten minutes before dawn, and the eastern sky is slowly beginning to lighten. With the glow, Araña can see that, yes, there is a cabin here. And right out on the porch, a bike. She grins, pleased, but drops quickly to a crouch at the edge of the foliage to get a better look around.

That dude had been pretty formidable. She's not trying anything until she has a good idea of where he is. ]

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[spiderwife]

[ oh boy, here it goes. She's already grinning as she hauls the front wheel stairwards. She swings a leg up over the seat, just as she'd seen him ride it, twists the handle in the same way, and — oh, shit, this thing takes off fast. She nearly spills backward as it leaps off of the steps and hits the ground proper, but manages to cling to it. She might even make it off his property, at this rate. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira rushes out onto his porch as soon as he hears the bike take off. What the hell? Who would be out here, and who would have the absolute audacity to steal from him?

Once he's out and he gets a better look at the situation, his jaw tightens. That girl. What an ingrate.]

Not so fast.

[He throws his hand out in front of him and ghostly energy bursts from his palm. The energy is shaped like an enormous, grasping hand, and it's coming right for Arana's throat.]