'Psst!'<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">'PSSSSST!'</span><br/><br/>A racoonfolk waves his hand feircly at Sherani, trying to get her attention. Apparantly, he'd 'set up shop' right on one of the street corners.<br/><br/>"Shifter! What you are, right?" He calls, just loudly enough to be heard over the general din of the streets "..Got somethin' for ya, huh?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sherani - If she bites </span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Casting shifty eyes about (Though, it seems, this was done more for dramatic flair than anything else), he opens up one side of his long, brown leather overcoat, withdrawing a small vial from one of the pockets "..Deal for you. Fifty gold, you take this off my hands." He holds the tiny, glass vial forwards. It was filled with an almost glowing green liquid, very thick and viscious looking. Even stoppered, though, it was giving off a rather pleasant scent.<br/><br/>"..S'pose to make you huge, right? Got it off a guy who knows a guy who...appropriates things. Perfectly legal, now, I assure you. Ahh...in a sense." <br/><br/>The raccoon jiggles the little green vial in front of her eyes, as if to further tantelize the tigress shifter "Fifty gold, huh? Y'won't regret it, trust me. Sucker is worth *AT LEAST* two hundred and fifty gold...just every poor sucker around here is broke as hell...kinda tryin' to get enough coinage to last, y'know?" Putting on every bit of charm he can muster, the raccoon offers her a broad, toothy smile "What say you, huh?"<br/><br/>(For all intents and purposes, it looks like he's trying to sell a potion of 'enlarge person' that has been...appropriated...from elsewhere. XD.)<br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/ArtTrade__Raku_The_raccoon_by_DaniD.png"/><br/>Thievius Raccoonus? Art by Dani</div></div></div><br/><br/>Ureck and Lilium are, for the most part, largely ignored. Or, at least, not directly confronted. Yet both feel eyes on them. Lilium, because of her highly unnatural charisma (And the large fox traveling by her side). Ureck, because he was somewhat known in these parts (Having frequented the area during his time working with the grangers. Even messengers and writers had to tread in dangerous areas, after all...)<br/><br/><br/>Ureck's attention is - every so often - drawn to the ring on his finger. The small, magical band practically allows him to feel the presence of the sizeable fox that traveled beside Lilium - and the mild discomfort that it was causing him. It was that very band that had saved his life some time back, though - not to mention, a keepsake from someone important...<br/><br/>It was life as always, to the collie - at least, in the last few months. A dangerous part of town...when you were alone. With three companions? Likely, they'd not even be bothered.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Urg...not feeling too well...~</span>Rak complains softly in Lilium's head, his voice just a little bit less 'sturdy' sounding than normal<span style="font-style: italic">~...Perfect timing, too. We are going to be walking all day...I wonder how long it's going to take us to get there..~.</span>The affectionate fox nuzzles his muzzle against Lilium's hand. The brief sensation of his warm, slick tongue tickles her palm, and is followed up with another little lick to her middle finger.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Maybe I just need a little pick me up. Look at all these people, huh? From what *I* overheard, you can practically eat people on the streets here, right in front of everyone, and not even get in trouble. Did you see that fat hippo? Can't tell me he hasn't been chowing down...~</span>He could not have been any less subtle if he'd said it straight out - hey, can I eat someone?<br/><br/><br/>The Miasma of smells and sounds, bickering, cursing, and general, all around deal-making (and breaking), create a din that was almost painful to the ears and nose. One especially large scene draws attention, where an enormous, speckled dog-like humanoid is facing off against two tieflings...with a third one traveling down his throat. It does not look like the trio of demon-spawn are faring very well, and within a few seconds of the first one going down...the other two take off, leaving their companion to his fate.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">DC 15 spot check to notice the following.. </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Well, now, mousey..." Adanoa tears the tiny pouch of coinage out of Lara's hand, hefting it up in one massive claw "...See, here is the thing. You can't really *BUY* your way out of this. See, I can take your money anyway...and still have a good breakfast."<br/><br/>"P-please.." the mousefolk's voice was barely a croak, her tiny feet kicking uselessly, trying to make contact with the cobblestone ground she was suspended over "...J-just..let me...go..." She forces out, gasping desperately for breath.<br/><br/>The enormous tiger-folk tightens his grip on the young mouse-girl's neck, holding her suspended in the air before him. Her desperate gasps for air cut off entirely, leaving her tiny legs kicking weakly in the air. However, it was not her he was looking at - it was the paltry little bag of coins in his hand "...Here. Prendar, count this out."<br/><br/>A long, slender hand reaches up and takes the pouch, the medium-sized ratling pouring the coins out into her hand, and counting them out individually "..Got...let's see. One gold. Eight silver. One copper...not exactly the richest little mousey, is she?" Her long, whip-like tail flicks back and forth in annoyance, but she ties the little pouch around her belt, anyway.<br/><br/>"...Dissapointing. Still, breakfast that pays us? You can't get any better than that." Adanoa grins toothily, his intense gaze once more alighting on his unfortunate prey "Mmm..." He whispers, pulling her face close to his own and inhaling deeply "...You smell good..."<br/><br/>Prendar rolls her eyes, giving her oversized companion a rough poke in the ribs "Come on, we haven't got all day. Sheesh, I have people lookin' at me like I'm some kinda roast on a stick or something. Un-nerving." Her discomfort only seems to draw a grin from the big, striped feline "Oh, boo-hoo. Cry me a river of tears. Just like this one is doing. Sides, you'd look better comin' out of someone than you did going in.."<br/><br/>She bristles, raising a finger up to him in response - but never manages to get it out before she is interrupted.<br/><br/>"Hey, boss! Wagon was practically empty."<br/><br/>"Yea, wasn't much of anything. Few worthless items. Looks like anything in it has already been picked through. There was an old clock in there, but the damn thing didn't even work."<br/><br/>"...Didn't find the fat mouse. Think he's done got away."<br/><br/>Three additional, equally as thug-like looking individuals join the two who'd managed to corner the mousefolk. One, a short, slender female feline with chain links mixed in throughout her normal clothing - it makes it look like more of a mish-mash suit than anything else. The second, a short, blonde-haired human male in mis-matched peices of plate, chain, and leather (constituting, more or less, a half-plate suit). A small number of tiny weapons are strapped to his belt and across his left arm, ranging from daggers to short throwing darts. The third, a tall, skinny-looking half-orc. He was garbed in thick, scaled armor, and his right hand was clad in something very much akin to tiger-claws - long enough that they almost dragged the ground. Apparantly, he was used to the uneven weight, as there was not even a single misstepp in his stride.<br/><br/>"So. A gold, and some silver." Adanoa shakes his head sadly "You dissapoint me, girly. Oh well. Thanks for the breakfast...maybe your old man will be joinin' you soon..." The young mouse-girl gasps for breath, desperately trying to breath - that does not, however, stop her from gasping slightly when the enormous tigerfolk opens his jaws before her, allowing her to gaze deep into that pink, slippery maw. Those large, jagged teeth. The inky blackness at the back of his throat. The undulating tongue, eagerly waiting for a taste of her soft, furry body.<br/><br/>Almost moaning in exctasy, the tigerfolk begins to slide her head along his tongue, pushing her snout-first into his muzzle...it looks like he was going to enjoy his meal to the utmost.<br/><br/>Prendar rolls her eyes once again, her retort seemingly forgotten "Ugh...just swallow her and let's go, huh? Sheesh..."<br/><br/>(Lilium, if she makes the check, recognizes Lara, even from this distance.)<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Mouse_Girl_by_AtomicFireball.jpg"/><br/>Very distressed mouse-girl. By Atomicfireball<br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Tiger_by_Tattered_Artemisia.jpg"/><br/>Hungry Tiger - By Artemisia<br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Rat_Girl_by_fate135.jpg"/><br/>Prendar - By fate135<br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Half_Orc_refurbished_by_HoZhuangShi.jpg"/><br/>Orc - By HozHuangshi<br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Human_Warrior_by_youngblood26.jpg"/><br/>Human in half-plate, half-leather - by youngblood26<br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Goth_Cat_Anthro.jpg"/><br/>Very hungry, small catfolk - unknown artist</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">My creativity is slowly being funneled back into me. Still not quite there, but hopefully by the next big update, I'll have the cobwebs worked back out! &gt;:3 Until then...!</div></div></div>