Post by coolcoyote on Jun 30, 2014 17:13:45 GMT -5
ooc ok, posting. If it works it works, if it doesn't then I dont mind editing it. 
Meanwhile in a part of the city not too far from the fleeing woodlanders, fate has decided to be generous in the chaos it sows this day. Not quite a market place the street branching off from the roadway the squirrel and mouse are on is home to a few merchants and others wishing to sell their wares.
The term, "Small shady alleyway" applies neatly to this place. A narrow widning street that has the remnants of once being paved, but has fallen into disrepair long before any of the beasts here were born. Cloth drapes hang over head to keep the sun, or on occasion rain, from beating down on the beasts that do business here.
Today the street into too crowded. A shifty eyed weasel dressed in raggs hangs around a stack of boxes, gesturing all but the city guards over to take a look at something in his coat pockets. A red scaled lizard lays sprawled out on a rug with some pillows, dressed in silk garments that have no hope of covering his obese belly. A scrawny reptilian servent goes about selling rugs while his master lounges on his pillows eating grapes.
A small kitten stands next to a stall where her parrents sell fish. She offeres flowers to those that pass by.
And a host of other beasts of both decent or ill repute but none that one would really wish to converse with if given the choice. Mostly vermin of all shapes and sizes, walking too and fro about their business.
And then there is Savi.
The pine marten stands at the average height for one of her species, which is a little shorter than the hare and fox she is, ahem, chatting with.
"You bleedin fool! Whatcha go steppin on mai tail like that!" The marten's voice carries quite well in the crowded street.
The marten's fur is dusty, in need of a wash and a good grooming. It is brown in color save for a yellow patch running down her chest to the top of her belly. The tips of her ears, her tail, and the ends of her paws are black in color.
She wears a red bandana across her head, wrapped around her ears which each have a trio of gold hoop earings. She wears a weathered, beaten blue cloth vest. What is left of the sleeves are frayed, ending about her shoulders, of the five brass buttons the last is left open to accomidate the size of her portly but sleek pot gut which hangs open in the air for better or for worse.
Her waist is adorned by a pair of tan pants, at her hip is a saber with out a sheeth.
"What kind of beast goes around stompin on peoples tails wot?" She flails her arms at the hare and fox. The grey furred hare wears only a pair of beaten bark leather trousers. His muscled body has several tattoos of various designs to coveer the scars on his back, arms, and chest. His ears have short bead earings in them. And his spear has several notches carver out into the wood. One for each kill. And yet he leans back from the angry marten, as does his red furred companion.
"But ma'am, we..." the fox begins. His chest is covered in a black, otter hide vest. He has a serrated blade at his hips. The marten quickly jabs a figer towards his nose, "QUite you! I'm done talking with such disrespectfull beasts." Crossing her arms she turns to walk away...then prompltly turns back to yell,
"And ANOTHER THING!"
ooc lol I decided for a bit of a twist Savi would be harrassing the slavers So, how is that? Does that fit with teh current story? or do I need to change it?
Meanwhile in a part of the city not too far from the fleeing woodlanders, fate has decided to be generous in the chaos it sows this day. Not quite a market place the street branching off from the roadway the squirrel and mouse are on is home to a few merchants and others wishing to sell their wares.
The term, "Small shady alleyway" applies neatly to this place. A narrow widning street that has the remnants of once being paved, but has fallen into disrepair long before any of the beasts here were born. Cloth drapes hang over head to keep the sun, or on occasion rain, from beating down on the beasts that do business here.
Today the street into too crowded. A shifty eyed weasel dressed in raggs hangs around a stack of boxes, gesturing all but the city guards over to take a look at something in his coat pockets. A red scaled lizard lays sprawled out on a rug with some pillows, dressed in silk garments that have no hope of covering his obese belly. A scrawny reptilian servent goes about selling rugs while his master lounges on his pillows eating grapes.
A small kitten stands next to a stall where her parrents sell fish. She offeres flowers to those that pass by.
And a host of other beasts of both decent or ill repute but none that one would really wish to converse with if given the choice. Mostly vermin of all shapes and sizes, walking too and fro about their business.
And then there is Savi.
The pine marten stands at the average height for one of her species, which is a little shorter than the hare and fox she is, ahem, chatting with.
"You bleedin fool! Whatcha go steppin on mai tail like that!" The marten's voice carries quite well in the crowded street.
The marten's fur is dusty, in need of a wash and a good grooming. It is brown in color save for a yellow patch running down her chest to the top of her belly. The tips of her ears, her tail, and the ends of her paws are black in color.
She wears a red bandana across her head, wrapped around her ears which each have a trio of gold hoop earings. She wears a weathered, beaten blue cloth vest. What is left of the sleeves are frayed, ending about her shoulders, of the five brass buttons the last is left open to accomidate the size of her portly but sleek pot gut which hangs open in the air for better or for worse.
Her waist is adorned by a pair of tan pants, at her hip is a saber with out a sheeth.
"What kind of beast goes around stompin on peoples tails wot?" She flails her arms at the hare and fox. The grey furred hare wears only a pair of beaten bark leather trousers. His muscled body has several tattoos of various designs to coveer the scars on his back, arms, and chest. His ears have short bead earings in them. And his spear has several notches carver out into the wood. One for each kill. And yet he leans back from the angry marten, as does his red furred companion.
"But ma'am, we..." the fox begins. His chest is covered in a black, otter hide vest. He has a serrated blade at his hips. The marten quickly jabs a figer towards his nose, "QUite you! I'm done talking with such disrespectfull beasts." Crossing her arms she turns to walk away...then prompltly turns back to yell,
"And ANOTHER THING!"
ooc lol I decided for a bit of a twist Savi would be harrassing the slavers
So, how is that? Does that fit with teh current story? or do I need to change it? 
