<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/a8/31/a831f2c6a31cd147493a9d43ebb2d684.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zkulu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1714186)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The crowd<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anybody<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>None<br/><br/>The young zebra stood behind and a little to the right of his master, his black-furred ears twitching this way and that at the noise of the crowd. He’s had to think a little bit about what to wear, today, which is unusual. Dancer’s garb or something more appropriate to a musician are his typical options, but for the execution of an assassin who threatened the very king and lord of the land? Something less flamboyant is called for. Not mourning, no, he hasn’t heard that any of the slaves killed in the palace were people he knew…He hoped not, in any case, and to date there’d been no such news.<br/><br/>As a result of these deliberations, Zkulu is wearing a wider, more reserved loincloth of heavier material that doesn’t profile the only large thing about him quite so much as his lighter clothing would. Which is to say that while it doesn’t hide what he’s got going on, at least today one can’t see<em>fine details</em>.  He usually only bothers with the heavier garment in winter, but its orange cloth is not a bad match for the vest laced around his slender chest, and not a half-bad match for the rust-brown of his eyes. He wasn't wearing any bells or other ornaments, though, and that felt a bit unusual to him.<br/><br/>Zkulu kept a close watch on the people around his master, just in case any of them got frisky. He wasn't carrying anything himself just now, besides a small pouch of grooming tools, but the idea of Leviticus without money is like the idea of the sun without the moon. When Zkulu wasn't shyly lowering his long-lashed eyes coyly from the gaze of some upper-caste man or woman in the crowd, he cataloged the people moving near him and near his master, just like any good bodyguard should.<br/><br/>The dainty zebra occasionally bounced up slightly onto the tips of his hooves as he glanced towards the execution dais, not just to try and get a better view, but also because he knew why Leviticus had brought him along, and he knew he looked his best when he stretched his lanky form out just a little. He felt a tiny bit odd about it, as an attempt to assassinate the king would be serious even if there hadn’t been so many other rumored deaths in the process, but he also knew he needed to do what was best for his master’s business, and, well…<br/><br/>It certainly wouldn’t hurt business that such motions were apt to draw attention to his swaying loincloth.