Crime and Punishment [Closed]

It was a quiet day in the dreary light of town. He was not at all sure on what he was going to do as a plan was not always in his book, but he was definitely going to try something. It had only been a day or so ago when he had heard of this batch of outlaws, but he had been digging about ever since. His sneaky little ears had even picked out the voice of the leader of this little batch! He smirked as he walked along the empty and thin streets. The grin stretched from ear to ear with mischevious intent. The little Zorua was on a mission, a mission to join this black-quill or whatever's gang!

He wanted to be an outlaw when he grew up, a special kind of outlaw. However, his mother refused to teach him of her ways. Whatever special skill she had to make her special and known in the outlaw world, she would not tell him. Whenever he expressed his interest she would always tell him "No", "That's not right", or even just sigh heavily. Well, today was the day that he would put his paw down! He was going to become an outlaw, a well-known one at that! He would be feared by all, just like how everyone feared his mother and father! His sister could go off and be some saint or whatever, but him? He would shine in his own way!

He walked the streets with purpose as he searched the streets for the little vulpine creature that had caught his attention. He could barely contain his own giggling as excitement caused him to bounce a little, eager to begin his new future as an outlaw! There was no way they'd turn him down, right? He couldn't wait to begin!

His pace picked up as his search became more desperate within the streets. Eventually, he had grown frustrated with the lack of results. So, he decided to do something a bit unruly. He stepped into an alleyway and hopped on top of the wooden boards of the shop fronts. He scanned the alleyways below, finding it much easier to look around with the height advantage. He scanned the area once more before he spotted her.

The several scarlet tails with the tell-tale feathers on the specific ear. It was the leader!

"Hey!" he called out from his position, though it could have easily been to just about anybody let alone the fact that he was not quite close enough to warrant a response. He did not know her name in specific, just her appearance. He had simply assumed that she would automatically know he had called out to her despite the distance and grew frantic when it seemed as if she had not noticed him at all. He looked down for a faster way down before he spotted a piece of fabric that was placed over a kiosk for a shopkeep. Two sticks held the fabric up and made the cover look nice and soft to land on.

Fueled by his imagination, he jumped down onto it with the idea that he'd bounce off quietly and stealthily, just like some great thief! To his disappointment, the bamboo that held the fabric up snapped as soon as his weight was fully supported by the cloth. The top of the kiosk came crashing down onto the stand, which was luckily empty save for the produce beneath it and entrapped him in the folds of the cloth. He struggled against it as he began to panic, more so about losing the vulpix he had spotted than the actual destruction he had caused.

When he had resurfaced from the prison of blue fabric, his appearance was different towards any in that laid eyes upon him. He had activated his illusion ability in order to disguise himself. He tore a hole through the fabric with his jaws as he finally managed to pull himself out, however, now he had been covered in the juices of various berries and vegetation. He had completely disregarded the destruction around him, even the Watmel berry that was stuck atop his head, as he desperately took off in the direction of the fire type.

He could hear the vague angered cries of the shopkeep in the distance, but he had quickly lost them as they were forced to remain near their shop else risk further damages. His paws moved as quickly as they could as he took a moment or two to track down the vulpix. He didn't care how he had looked at that moment, all that mattered was finding the vulpix again! At long last, he had spotted her once more.

"Hey! You! Vulpix! I need to talk to you-please, please!" he spoke as he suddenly approached the fire type. He had rushed ahead of her in order to cut her off of whatever path she had been on her way towards. However, it was not a zorua that she would have seen before her. Chance had taken quite a liking to disguising himself as a particular someone else over time, as instead, he appeared to be nearly exactly like his father, Sova the Glaceon, a rather well-known explorer of the Grassveil Guild. However, he failed to act anything like the part he had shown himself as...