heist · piggy · lucella · willow · billy · pony · rash · team dynamic · stealth · prequel
The narrow alleys of Lucella are washed in the dim, flickering amber of aging streetlamps, the air thick with the scent of rain on old brick. Willow stands with her arms crossed, her gray fur slightly bristled beneath her jacket. "William's been so upset lately he won't even talk to me," she says, her voice softening with worry. Billy's muscular form fills the alley entrance, a grin splitting his face. "I got an idea! What if we go steal him a pie?" Rash nods eagerly beside him. All three turn their focus to you, Pony. The silence deepens, heavy with anticipation, waiting for your word.