It was time. Dark eyes are flared with of course their typical humor, but a strange focus for the jackal boy as well. He sits within the lobby of his hotel at the bar, of course drinking a rather expensive glass of wine. And typically, those same dark eyes would be roaming over the inhabitants of the hotel, but instead they merely face the large clock on the wall, waiting for the right time to strike. Tonight was a night for thieving, he just needed to wait, the jackal could be patient when he wanted to be, when it mattered most.
The boy with bronzed hair, his eyes flash amber for a moment, signaling the jackal inside him as it its excitement grows, he can barely keep the animal contained within himself, though they quickly return back the mahogany hue they normally held. Those same earthen eyes glance around briefly before their focus once more returns and he stealthily heads out the door of the hotel, casting her glass aside as he finishes it with a large, final gulp. Those sinfully dark eyes hiding danger within them, a desire to take something tonight that did not belong to him, a smirk spreading clear across his face, it was a positively wolfish smile, or should I say, so very jackal-like.
He catches the eye of a man walking down the street, who stares at Marcelo with intensity, causing the were to furrow his eyebrows slightly at the stranger. Was he a dark hunter? Did he know of Marcelo's deeds here in Sacrosanct? But with Marcelo's steady earthen eyes gazing upon him, the man quickly looks away. No, not a dark hunter. Seriously, Marcelo did not have time for that sort of shit tonight. He ruffles his muted, golden brown hair, like that of an old coin as he continuous moving onwards. The boy with hair like brandished gold unroll a torn off piece of paper he had gathered from his pocket, an address scratched on it. A wolfish grin hitting his lips, this place wasn't too far from here, it would be faster if he shifted and ran on four legs the rest of the way instead of two, but the chocolate eyed boy would need the opposable thumbs. The thief turns down a side street, nearly there. He wants to run the rest of the way, but that was certainly one way to get attention drawn to yourself, and Marcelo wasn't in the mood to play hide and go seek with dark hunter or human police officers this evening. He had a job to do, a deadline, and the jackal had an itching to get these powerful figure in a position in which they owed him a favor. For it was certain to come in handy, one way or another. And when you're an immortal were running errands for vampires, dark hunters, and the occasional fae person, those deals could be cashed in a week from now or one hundred years from now. Perks of immortality you could say.
Chocolate pools flicker upwards as he recognizes a street name and turns inconspicuously down it, knowing it would lead the jackal to his finally destination. His footsteps are eager but not too quick, as he finally makes his way into the northern part of town, where the wealthy live their lives separate and ignorant of the poor, hungry, and scoundrels (that last one is specifically applied to Marcelo.) Where their expensive shops held gifts of promise and wealth, the exact place the boy was headed to. It brings a smile to his face, a Cheshire grin that is so innately Marcelo, it is nearly unbearable.
Earthen eyes finally realize he has arrived on the proper street, that the jewelry store he was looking to find had to be nearby. Confidently, he runs a hand through dusty golden hair before making his way effortlessly towards the shop. A smirk rising to meet those lips as deep brown eyes glitter almost maliciously before roving upwards to read the sign that spreads across the storefront. 'Juel's Jewelers.' The jackal resists the urge to roll his eyes, bet they thought that was clever. He tries the door: locked, as to be expected, they didn't want scavenging deviant jackal mussing up the works now did they? But does that stop the sly grin from spreading over those lips of his? Not in the least. The mongrel simply moves to the back of the building, there was always a way in, always.
A flicker of a smile crosses his face as he notices the area in which the wiring for the security alarm was most likely located, and there was a gap in the crawl space, too large for a human to fit through, but maybe something else may work just perfectly. With a low, feral growl, the boy shifts. Eyes now glow golden, even sharper in the darkness than they had been in his human body. Those amber peer forwards as he lowers his now much smaller and more agile body underneath the crawl space. Ears twitch, awaiting for anyone to come, as lips curl into a low snarl as he shimmies his body through the tight space, tail flicking with concentration. Once he makes his way under, there is a bit more room to work with, and connecting to a ground wire, golden eyes spot the wiring for the security system. He has broken into more establishments than Marcelo could ever count through his half millennium existence, he knew a security wire when he saw one.
Teeth gnaw into the wire, breaking it connection as easily as a knife cuts through water. There, now that that was taken care of, onto the next step. Golden hazel jackal eyes have a glow of pride to them that is truly Marcelo, gleaming with something not so kind as malice. Now doubt, had he been in his human form, a wicked grin would have found his face. The jackal worms his way from underneath the building before shifting back into his human form. Golden eyes turn into a rich chocolate. Body lengthens its form as he goes from two legs to four. Some how he had managed to keep his clothes as he walks around to the front of the store, as casual as can be, a hint of a smile in those chocolate eyes. He can feel the night air, heavy and chilled as he reaches the handle of the door, the locking system disabled along with the along and it opens was easily as a picnic basket, ready for its goodies to be taken.
Lips curl into a downright wicked grin as he steps inside the jewelry store. He was looking for one thing in particular, a large chocolate diamond bracelet, vintage. Earthen eyes scan the area in search for it. Marcelo had been shown a picture of the bracelet and so the dirty blonde sets to work finding it, looking through every case to see where it may be. It is nearly the last one he is looking through, earth toned eyes scanning every single piece of jewelry until he sets his sights on the bracelet he was after. He feels a growl rumble in his throat when he sees that the case is locked. Apparently the store owner too knows how valuable and old this piece is. But a small, sly smile cross his features as he spots the piece he is looking for, earthen eyes alighting with victory. "Gotcha," he says in whispered tenor tones. But the case is locked, but that hardly causes that easy grin to slip from the sandy haired boy's features. Chocolate eyes close for a moment as he takes deep breath before drawing back his fist and punching it through the glass with as much force as he can muster. The glass gives ways and the bronzed hair were feels the intense pain of the glass cutting his skin. But Marcelo with those earthen hues shining with victory barely has time to dwell upon the pain aside from a slight flinch of chocolate eyes. He grabs the bracelet and hikes it up far enough and tight enough on his arm that as he flings open the door and that chocolate gaze turn amber, two legs become four and he takes off into the night, the bracelet would remain there on his limb.
A soft growl pushes passed his lips as he starts to run and the shift overcomes him. But what he doesn't except is to suddenly feel all four paws leaving the ground as his body collides with someone and the bracelet to go flying...
Marcelo Lucas Rumeirimage by Vincent van Zalinge