Who: Leon ot anyone
Where: streets of Philly
When: Tuesday night
What: Looking for trouble


Leon loved flying at night, where he could view the vast expanse of stars above and the lights of the city below. The wind rushed through his feathers and made him giddy with anticipation as he swooped down towards a building ledge. He loved this area of the city especially, where all the music venues were crowded in a tight line. From his perch, he could hear a show letting out, the throng of people spilling out onto the street - some drunk and dreaming, others weary and covered in sweat from the packed conditions and the intensity of it all.

He spotted it there, in the crowd - the object he sought, wrapped around the thin neck of a woman who laughed and leaned on the arm of her companion. A long scarf draped down around her shoulders, colorful and patterned. He'd had in mind to get himself a new one, and this- this would match his coat perfectly.

With a caw and a swoop, he descended from the ledge quick as could be and snatched up the object.

"Hey!" the woman shouted, and the crowd glanced up just in time to see a large black bird flying away with the scarf trailing behind him like a colorful banner.

He flew on steady for a few blocks, then brought himself to rest in an alley, careful to find a safe place to lay his treasure until the transformation back to human took full effect. With a deep sigh, he shook out all his feathers and elongated his bones, the crackling and snapping of things falling back into place a sound as familiar to him as his own name. Soon Leon stood there, a tall and somewhat roguish figure of a man, hair as black as his coat and gloves. With a smile, he bent to retrieve the scarf. He wound it around his neck as he stepped out of the alley to see what other delights the city would hold this evening.