He had been standing at the booth, haggling over the price of some cloth the merchant displayed before him. His daughter, Snow, he felt clinging to the hem of his garnache, unwilling to stray far in this crossroad town. Just as he had settled on a reasonable price for the bolt and was counting out the money, he glanced down only to find his daughter gone. Instantly he whirled, hackles rising as his heart raced and the money clattered to the tabletop of the merchant's stall. Swiftly he scanned the open market, looking for a trace...someone moving swiftly...a lock of white hair...anything to give him a target.
There, a flash of alabaster skin and dirty brown cloth in the corner of his vision. He tore after it, shouldering his way through consumers and darting around merchant carts. His booted feet struck the paved roads in a sharp staccato as he took the corner into the side street almost too swiftly, sprinting after the fleeing figure. Again, the child-thief disappeared down a side alley, seemingly aware that it was being pursued.
Harley's edge lied in that he had been in this city many times, coming monthly to the bazaar for various supplies. As a result, he was familiar with the streets, and instead of turning as the slaver had, he continued full-tilt along the arterial street. Suddenly he changed course and turned up a narrow staircase. Up the stairs he dashed until reaching the top, ignoring the door that the stairwell was originally intended for and leaping over the shallow ledge.
The kidnapper stopped short as the opposition to his grab-and-run landed before him, dropping the pale child to the ground in terrified shock. The malecat scooped up his daughter slowly and held her close, leveling a gaze on the slaver that chilled the air.
'There is Hell to pay.' was all he said.
The pose is inspired from a drawing by Silas McLeere , another Elfwood Artist. The characters are my own...the chibi Harley in the corner forced himself into the picture!