<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Lynx <br/>Marketplace</strong></span></span><br/><br/>Lynx was weaving through the crowded marketplace, avoiding gaps between individuals that seemed too tight to risk squeezing by. It was a common trick of pick-pockets to be walking right behind those types people to dip a hand into a pocket and slide away like a breeze. He had a woven basket filled with two, three-foot mackerels. The fishermen had brought in quite the catch, and although he had to fight a few Cats to get to them, those items on the list were accomplished and there were still much more to acquire.<br/><br/>The look on Lynx’s face was unenthusiastic. His long, white ears were flat against his head and his eyelids half-lidded beneath furrowed brows. What he would give to receive an order from the king…it had been five years since the clerics were called to perform any duty, and unfortunately, their last mission was a failure. It hadn’t been just a failure of the clerics, but the entire kingdom for five years ago the queen gave her life in battle.<br/><br/>Now the ceremony was here. There was no competition for the throne. Even Lynx knew that Leona was sure to receive the Sword of Omen, but could she wield it? The sword would decide.<br/><br/>Just beyond the next pair of approaching shoulders, Lynx’s brown brows rose upon recognizing the white mane of a certain feline. The corner of Lynx’s mouth cocked in a smirk.<br/><br/><em>No way,</em>he thought in disbelief.<br/><br/>Quietly, Lynx lowered his stance and stole behind one of the jewelry tables. He crouched, his blue eyes gleaming beyond the edge of the table as he watched closely Tigria inspecting a silk cloth.<br/><br/><em>So there’s a woman in her after all.</em><br/><br/>Lynx’s lips stretched back into a mischievous, fang-filled smile. Darting from the table, he turned on his innocent and naïve kitchen lad persona. With the basket clutched in his paw, Lynx scampered over to Tigria.<br/><br/>“Hey Tigria! Whatcha’<em>doin’</em>?” he said in a sing-song voice. He lingered to her left, stooped over and staring up into her face as though he had been peeking around her side. He then whirled over to the silk he had seen her paw and raked his fingers down the blue cloth. “Pretty! You should buy it. You should also buy that necklace. Oh, you know what you should buy? You should buy larger clothes. Your tits look just about ready to pop right out of that thing!”<br/><br/>It had been an exaggeration, but several male felines turned their heads to stare down the tigress, searching for the said billowing bosom.<br/><br/>Lynx was smiling just as cheerful as he walked backwards as she sauntered forward. Just a few stores down, the marketplace would open to the Town Square where a big fight was about to take place.