TheBlackStallion

Another night, another opportunity. The slender violet-haired male stayed hidden in the bushes across the road. It was the perfect place to stay concealed. He moved the purple locks from his eyes, revealing his bright, jade coloured eyes. They were perfectly tuned for nocturnal missions. All of his senses were. They had to be less he be caught. This was the part he hated most about any stakeout, the long, boring wait. The thief often got tired watching nothing happening, but his diligence had improved throughout his years of thievery.

He adjusted his low cut black top that revealed his flat, smooth navel. He was fit, giving his stomach a hardened look without the need for abs. The same went for the rest of his body. To the majority of people, the thief would look dainty, delicate almost. That was often his advantage, because few would recognize how strong he really was. He sat down, not caring that his black pants would get dirty. He wondered just how long it would take for the people in the stupid inn to shut up and go to bed, for when they did, he would be able to steal every single last piece of wealth from every guest residing there.