Morning in the Bazaar[open]

[nadya marsala]

The market was quiet as dawn came, artisans approaching their stands, entertainers finding their respective places. A few early shoppers wandering around and speaking with others. Over in a small area a small cheetah hummed to herself as she brushed away some leftover bits and pieces of various things from her small area. The cheetah may have seemed normal for an entertainer, if not for her coat, instead of the normal gold and black pattern of a cheetah, she was snow white with blue-black markings on her coat. She sat down and surveyed the bazaar as more and more arrived, As they started to pass her, her humming turned to singing, catchign the attention of a few.

"Out across cities I see buildings turn into piles
and watch the world in wonder, as mountains turn into tiles
and trees loosing their leaves and their faces becoming tired
i wish i could discover something that doesn't expire
come stumble me

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow

such other things that make a kingdom rumble and shatter
the same dynamic that another day would never matter
it really just depends on who's giving and who's receiving
and things that don't make sense are always a little deceiving
come and humble me

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow

i wanna go where you're going
a follower, following
changing, but never changed
claiming, but never claimed

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow

take me river, carry me far
lead me river, like a mother
take me over to some other unknown
put me in the undertow" As she finished she saw some cubs eyes attached to her and smiled as she purred. She then allowed the music from a nearby stand to make a rhythm for her and slowly began dancing, purring as she twirled, brushing her tail against a male tiger's nose causing him to jump in surprise, much to the amusement of his cub and mate, who purred in amusement as she performed, a small smile pasted upon her white muzzle.


(OOC: Lyrics from River by Lights, I do not own)

[diabolos serpico]

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[bg=000000] It was morning and the bustle hadn't began yet. Few were here but it already seemed that the entertainers and artists of all kind were making an appearance. Setting up their personal belongings on the stages or tuning their voices for the day. Many were proud of their work and what they had accomplished with their live. Diabolos wasn't an entertainer, nor was he truly a citizen. He was of the Morte, a deadly tribe tucked away in the deep heart of the jungle. Renowned for his killing skills. But with the little activity that occurred within the clan he couldn't help but be attracted by all the sounds and activities of Dolce. It was like a cups play land here. He steadily approached on of the stages and listened to one of the singers. His eyes mainly drawn on her pelt, but still he tuned into the music. Humming along with it. Diabolos enjoyed music and dance, but could never find himself doing it. He was more of a watcher than a doer. His cocked his head and shuffled through the growing crowd, walking by as the albino cheetah had finished her song and joined the crowd. Gently rubbing her tail across the snout of a large male tiger which caught him off guard. The jaguar wanted to show her his appreciation for the wonderful show she was performing. He picked a pretty white flower, petals rimmed with a purple lining from a nearby bush and toss it her way.

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[nadya marsala]

Nadya purred as she performed, allowing the music from a nearby musician be her dancing music as she twirled and performed, amber eyes catching sight of each member of her small crowd as she danced, her legs moving out of the way of each other as to not trip her up. She always did enjoy her work, coming out each day to show her skills, to share the enjoyment of music and dance, and occasionally joining a troop of performers for a play. She wasn't used to being caught off guard by anything, but today was one for surprises aparently as a pretty white flower with purple rimming it's edges was tossed into her stage, she perked her ears and gently scooped it up with her mouth as she passed, looking up for the thrower, and seeing some attention drawn to a strong looking black jaguar, and smiled slyly around the flower in her mouth as she spun, placing in aside in a small alcove behind her stage so as to keep it safe from being trod upon. She then made her way over, looking down to him with a few soft words.
"Thank you." She murmured before moving away, keeping an eye on him out of the corner of her eye as she concluded the dance with the music from the nearby musician. She bowed as the crowd began to disipate, panting slightly as she lifted her head, eyes locking on the male who tossed the flower.

[diabolos serpico]

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[bg=000000] Diabolos stood there enjoying the sites and sounds. He responded with a curt nod of his head and sat down on his haunches. Tail flicking back and forth. Behind him was a small group of children. One of them approached him, a serval cub that began to attack his tail like a piece of prey. He grimaced with distaste when the razor sharp teeth of the cub sank in. Diabolos could feel the tugging and tried to ignore it. But when it finally got on his nerves, he swung his ashen crown and made eye contact with the young cub. Picking the playful little thing up and handing it back to his apologetic mother. "It's no problem." He padded away from the other family and got as close to the stage as possible. Diabolos could feel the icey stare of the cheetah as she returned from the back of the stage. Placing the flower in god know's where. He looked back at her and there was a long pause.

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[nadya marsala]

(OOC: Wolfy, it's only 169 words, the minimum is 200, I don't mean to bug, just wanted to tell you if you didn't know.)