SA: Basically all my AU's

Corrupt AU Part One

"That was a bust," Rollan says to Essix who tilts her head and pecks the pendant with her beak, "hey!" Rollan protests covering it with his hands, "we can still sell it for a pretty penny."

The bird ruffles her feathers in annoyance and launches into the air, throwing her version of a temper tantrum.

"Fine, act like that," Rollan yells at her. The Amayan boy rolls his eyes when Essix screeches back loudly at him. The thief starts walking back to his base, not noticing the pair of eyes watching him from the shadows.

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Conor watches as the cocky thief walks away with the Bamboo Panda hanging from his hand. That idiot probably had no idea the powers it possessed. He really, really didn't want to steal it though. His talisman, the Silver Wolf, was what got him stuck in this position.

Get me the talisman, the Wyrm commands in his head. Conor was yet to pin the voice as male or female.

"And if I say no?" Conor questions. In the blink of an eye he was on the roof across from his orginal position.

Then I lead you to a cliff and jump, giving you back control right before impact, the Wyrm practically purrs. Conor scowls, that stupid vision from the talisman was why the Wyrm was in him, he shouldn't have gone searching for the cave.

Then you wouldn't have so much power, the Wyrm tempts him, get me the Bamboo Panda.

"Why?"

Do not question me, the Wyrm warns, causing fear to strike Conor. The blonde haired boy scowls before following his orders, traveling swiftly across the rooftops, making sure to not alert the thief who seemed a bit to comfortable walking in the light. A bird screechs in the distance and Conor ignores it.

Conor crawls across the rooftops, trying to remain as hidden as possible. When the thief ducks into a dead end alley, Conor narrows his eyes. If the thief was in fact Amayan, then shouldn't he know where each alley leads? Conor moves to the ledge, peering down to see the brown haired boy leaning against the wall, looking up at where Conor vaguely is. There's no way he can Conor.

Apparently he can, "I see you blonde boy," the thief calls smugly,

Conor curses, deciding he may as well get out of the uncomfortable position and show himself, "so what if you can? What are you going to do? You trapped yourself in a corner."

Conor narrows his eyes at the cocky smirk that the thief wore. One only wears that when he knows he won. A sudden weight rams itself on Conor's back, causing the boy to tip over and topple off the wall. Conor lands (thankfully) on a pack of spices that obviously belong to the kitchen and releases a groan. When he looks up, he gets greeted by a dagger to his throat, the brown haired boy still wearing that obnoxious smirk, a falcon perched on his shoulder.

"Who's trapped now?" The kid questions, pressing the blade closer. The parasite on Conor's forehead twists in annoyance and the thief must have saw it, because his tan skin pales. Conor takes that distraction to release Briggan, the silver wolf spring out of passive with a howl. He uses his feet to kick the boy in the stomach, causing him to fall down. The boy's spirit animal launches into the air with an annoyed shriek, feathers fluttering down. Briggan launches at the fallen male, pining him to the ground.

The kid raises his arms in surrender, "alright, fine. You're spirit animal is bigger than mine. What do you want?"

"The talisman," Conor demands, crouching down beside the kid's head.