Las Pegasus Lifestyle

It was almost dawn when Breeze woke up, her long black and cyan mane tangled and bits of damp cloud stuck in it. She looked around, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. I wonder if there's anyone else awake... She peered down at the streets, a chestnut flash darting by the corner of her eye. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes at where it had been, uneasy.

Leaping down from her cloud, Bree opened her wings to glide down to the pavement. "You may as well come out from wherever you're hiding!" she called out into the darkness. Irritation pricked at her pelt until she heard a familiar crash. She's breaking into Glim's shop! Bree sped into the alleyway and saw the brown tip of a tail disappearing into the air vent. She dived into the vent after the pony, groping blindly from a limb or the rest of that damned tail. Bree  found nothing, instead falling out of the vent onto the polished hardwood floor, driving the air out of her. She stood with a grunt, shaking her head to clear it and taking large gulps of air. "Damn it, where'd you go?" The white pegasus mare looked around the dark room, panicking, until she heard a thump upstairs. No, not there! She flew up the stairs instead of walking, careful to keep quiet. Emerging into the small hallway, Bree saw a chestnut pegasus with cream colored blotches over its fur like melted butter rummaging through a chest. She cleared her throat, then slammed one hoof into the pegasi's jaw.

"That's for breaking into my sister's house." She said with a smirk, then sighed as she came under the realization that she had to call the cops, not counting herself for being off duty, clean up the broken glass downstairs, and get the body out of the way. Hopefully without waking up her little sister.

"Better get started," she grumbles and she grabbed the unconscious mare and dragged her down the stairs to the downstairs room. "Now where'd I put my phone..." Bree walked over to her bag by the wall where she'd left it and pulled out an Applejack Uphone. Scrolling through the list of names with her wing like a human finger, she finally found the distinctly numbered 1011 for emergencies. Just as Bree was about to select the pesky button, she felt a small tickling sensation at the base of her skull and she thudded to the floor, the thief standing above her with a triumphant grin and one of her front hooves still raised.

When the mare woke up, she was on the floor in the same spot she'd fallen. Her hooves itched, and Bree glanced over her shoulder. Binding? Why was she-- The thief. The bitch woke up.

How dare she?

No, it was my mistake, please...

You know you want to hurt her for what she did. Hitting you, threatening the safety of your only little GLIMMER of hope in this world.

She only broke in. Get out of my head.

Why should I leave? You'll just get lonely again. I rather like it here.

Shut up. Get out. GET OUT!

Silence. Blessed silence.

Bree tried to work her hooves out of the ropes but with every movement, the binding dug tighter and she let out a small gasp of pain. Looking around, she saw nothing but her phone about a foot away from her when she dropped it. Bree inched her way towards it but a chestnut hoof came down and kicked it away, sending it under the guest bed in the next room over. Bree looked up at the mare accusingly, faintly registering that her mouth was stuck with a gag. Her wings, hooves, and mouth were all out of commission. And to make things more absurd, the mare had, of all things, antlers. Stag antlers that were sharpened to points and lacking the fuzz that most deer grew on their antlers for a period of time. Bree was no girl scout but she figured the antlers resembled that of a white tail deer.

Worry about that later, get these damned ropes off of our hooves! Bree gave an inward groan, realizing the annoying voice in the back of her head was back.

May as well listen to him.

Sliding her hooves in circular motions behind her back, Bree quietly started to work off the ropes despite them digging into her skin. The intruder had long since become distracted again by going through more cabinets and chests. She must have just wanted me out of the way... Ignoring all the extra thoughts imposing onto her mind, she finally freed her hooves and brought them up to her face quietly, freeing the gag and getting a tighter grip on it with her hoof.

Leaping up and pinning the intruder to the floor on her stomach, Bree shoved the gag in her mouth and placed her free hoof on the base of the other mare's neck.

"I want a name. Now." she hissed into her ear.