The glorious sun danced with its vibrant rays, casting a joyous day across the land. Calm, timid, empty; the sands of Salamandastron's shoreline exhibited peace. On such a vivid day one would think that the empty beach would be filled with the hares of Salamandastron or even travellers for that matter! Yet, it was empty.
A cool morning breeze went hand in hand with the sea, making the day just the right temperature for a nice swim. One would also think that the ocean itself would be a lovely place to be, right? Well, not for Allot Wittongue. Like a game of catch, the waves tossed about the orange fox. When the game became too much the drenched puffball was cast aside by the childish sea and pushed toward the sandy beach.
Ears flat and tongue hanging out his open mouth, the sprawled out fox appeared dead, muzzle pointing to the sky. Appearances, however, can be very deceiving. A rush of life crawled up the thief's body and in a moment he rolled over, coughing up water. His bright yellow eyes snapped open and stared longingly at the sandy beach. The fox's jaw dropped and his paws clenched the sandy beach tightly, as if he'd rip up a chunk of earth.
"I'm…alive!" he roared in exaltation, tossing up clumps of sand toward the sky. "Hahahahahahahah take that ya dummies! No 'un can ki' Allot the Scourge!" His paws stretched skyward as he took a huge breath of air.
Overwhelmed with joy the thief danced across the beach with an imaginary lass, singing as he did so.
"Oooooh, m'name is Allot the Scourge yes indeed,
I'll take yer vi'tles 'n take yer feed
Yer riches and trinkets are all I need!
I'm Allot the Scourge oooooooooooooh
Yessssss Innnnnnnnn deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!"
The fox sung with such accuracy one could swear he had made and sung the song before. After taking one more large breath of relief, the fox checked his neck for his medallion he had rightfully stolen. "Check," he murmured. Allot then made sure to check his haversack full of treasure to make sure nothing was lost. The bag may have been strapped to him, but hey, he had just spent some time being thrown around like a ragdoll.
A greedy grin formed on his features. The fox buried his face into the bag and started digging around it. He may have lost some treasures, but the golden prize that ended him up wherever he was, was still in his paws. The thief pulled out a large golden jeweled goblet fit for a king. "Yes!" he roared. Blinded by its beauty, he was unaware of whatever, or whoever would be coming his way. After all, it took concentration to plant a firm kiss on the treasure!