NINE [IC]
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: TheBlackThrone on 03-02-2019, 19:35:37</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 19:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjY2LjAwMDAwMC5RMkYwYldGdVpIVSwuMAA,/catshop.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ru4bwka.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Catmandu</strong> is a realm hidden from the Humans. It is a realm of magic and mysteries; of fables and the unknown. It is the realm that guards the Realm of Humans and protects it from being breached by the supernatural and extraterrestrial realms. Around the world, there are nine temples, which guard nine magical relics called <strong>Cat Eyes</strong>. The Cat Eyes are what form the pillars which keep the realms from converging, and their guardians are known as <strong>The Nine.</strong> In the past, mistakes have occurred. Humans often spot what they believe to be UFOs, and crop circles turn up in fields around the world. Strange, unnatural creatures have been spotted: Big Foots, Yetis, Chupacabras, etc. All of the situations happen whenever a Cat Eye is disturbed from its base. Sometimes, these creatures find a portal into the Human Realm. These portals are created by magic produced by a type of magical cat called a <strong>Familiar</strong>. Familiars are often despised by the population of Catmandu. They are believed to always be up to no good, and are a threat to the very realm. While not all familiars are evil, they are often all lumped into the same category.<br><br>Catmandu is one magical realm out of many. Various magical pathways in the Human Realm lead to Catmandu and no matter where a cat is around the Human World, they are all capable of meeting at the same place in the feline city.</span><br><br>(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjI4LjAwMDAwMC5WR2hsSUVOaGRDQkZlV1Z6LjAAAAAA/catshop.regular.png)<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Cat Eye Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/80mpRtY.jpg)</div></div></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Cat Eye Guardians:</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Sora Ulrich</strong> - Guardian of Canada and the Arctic.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Guardian of the United States is Open.</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Guardian of Central America and the Caribbean is Open</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>South America is Open</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Felix Parker</strong> - Guardian of the United Kingdom.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Guardian of Africa is Open</strong></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Katrina Romanov</strong> - Guardian of Europe.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Agma</strong> - Guardian of Asia and the Middle East</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Baekho</strong> - Guardian of Australia and New Zealand.</span></li></ul><br>(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjI4LjAwMDAwMC5UVzl1WVhKamFIaywuMAAAAAA,/catshop.regular.png)<br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>King Bahadur</strong> is the King of Catmandu. He is a white Persian cat and has grown fat over the years due to the pampering from his rich owner. Secretly, his pet name is "Snowball." A name no cat is ever allowed to utter and many cats do not know this secret.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Queen Apinya</strong> is the queen and wife of Bahadur even though the two cats do not live together and have two separate owners. She is a Siamese cat who when not in Catmandu resides with her own in Thailand. She has a natural gift for magic in which her name is derived from.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Princess Himalaya</strong> is the daughter of Apinya and Bahadur. She resides only in Catmandu and doesn't have a master. As a kitten, she was raised by servants in the magical realm and so has never been outside Catmandu before. She has a sheltered and innocent personality. King Bahadur is very protective of his daughter who he will forever refer to as his "kitten."</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emissaries</strong> are the ambassadors of Catmandu. They are often escorted from one fable realm to the next and their intentions are to maintain peaceful relations. They are highly educated are often have masters who are professors at universities or who are ambassadors or diplomats in the Human World</span>.</li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Catmandu Elite</strong> are royal guards who dedicate their lives guarding the royal family and the realm. Unlike The Nine, the Catmandu Elite act as a military to ward off threats from other fable realms such as dogs, reptiles, and birds of prey. The relationship between cats and dogs have always been one of rivalry, but it is currently stable.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Aristocats</strong> are the noble class in Catmandu. These are often cats who have rich Human masters. They are spoiled and think they are better than others. They have access to things other cats can't get a hold of, and often makes a business selling these items. The rich cats have been known to try and bend politics in their favor despite King Bahadu's iron claw rule. The Aristocats are shady and are just as secretive as the World of Familiars.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Language</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Cat:</strong> Simply called "cat," Cat is the language spoken by all cats.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Mew:</strong> No one knows where this dialect of Cat hails from. It is believed that it started with a Cat with a speech impediment leading the Cat to meow out certain words they couldn't pronounce. Example: <em>My meowster likes it when I play games.</em></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Nya:</strong> It doesn't seem like a dialect but a habit. Some deem this habit to be "bad" and annoying, but it is common with Cats from Asia. Example: <em>I love fish, nya!</em></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Burger:</strong> As silly as the name sounds, the language itself is silly. Uneducated Cats often speak Burger. Example: <em>I has cheezburger!</em></span></li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Pisces</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">These are silver coins with fish branded on them. The coins or cents are referred to as "Trout" until you get to the paper bills known as Pisces that have various cat figures printed on them from the Sphinx to King Bahadur and his family.</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Notable Locations</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Catmandu Palace:</strong> This is where King Bahadur resides with his family when they are in the Cat Realm.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Guild of Magical Arts:</strong> It is an archive of magic from spells to discovered artifacts. The Guild researchers and keepers are constantly experimenting, trying to uncover new ways to protect the realm permanently from being breached by the paranormal. If any Cat is lost and needs to research something, the Guild has the largest library in all of Catmandu.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Sphinx:</strong> A casino and haven for the Aristocats. It is exclusive to Aristocats and they may make exceptions to those who can afford entry. If you can afford entry into this luxurious place, then you belong in the aristocracy. The Nine are given jurisdiction to venture wherever they need to as long as they are on mission. However, they often face difficulty getting access to The Sphinx. The Aristocats do not consider The Nine to be special and will proudly slam their doors in their faces.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Alley:</strong> Many Familiars reside in this dark place. It is literally in an alley and tucked away beneath Catmandu's nose. No Cat should ever pass through the alley alone.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Tigerlily Opera House:</strong> The famous "Tigerlily" occasionally performs here. In the Human World, she is a stray cat, but in Catmandu she is a star. Her singing voice has traveled from the alleys and dumpsters to the magical realm of Cats! Even the Aristocats hail Tigerlily as a national treasure.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Notable Realms</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>More realms can be added as players create them.</em></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Canaan:</strong> The Realm of Dogs. Currently, relations between Catmandu and Canaan is stable, but Cats and Dogs still hardly get along. Cats are not welcomed with open paws in Canaan.</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Player Created In-Realm Locations</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>To be created as players make them.</em></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Player Created NPCs</span></span><br><em>These are NPCs all player characters may run into it. Even the cats' masters can be listed here. NPCs are often owners of a business.</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">In-Game News</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Catmandu Palacae:</strong> Bast Day is being celebrated at the Catmandu Palace and various cats throughout the realm are invited to take part in the festivities. Bast Day celebrates the goddess Bastet herself. Cats from all around the world bring gifts, food, stories, and fun to share on this vibrant and colorful day. The offerings are all stacked before a giant golden cat statue in the palace's cloister. At the conclusion of the festival, the offerings are burned and sent to Bast for her to enjoy. Because The Nine were blessed by Bast, it is mandatory for them to attend (regardless if they wanted to or not).</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Tag</span></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright or floatleft][img height=200]image link goes here[/img][/floatright or floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] Cat's name not their pet name.<br>[b]Pet Name:[/b] Now their pet name.<br>[b]Breed:[/b] What kind of cat are they?<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] If in human form, what are they wearing?<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they?<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who are they talking to directly? Who are they talking about? (add “(M)” for mention).<br>[b]Content:[/b] Summary of the post or whatever you want here.<br>[hr]</code></pre>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>11-02-2019, 22:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjAwMDAwMC5RMkYwYldGdVpIVWdVR0ZzWVdObC4w/catshop.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/007/392/768/large/byung-cheol-febud-hive-town.jpg?1505832626)(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/2385/2385556-bigthumbnail.jpg)(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRBjWVQnJGwJ9wpqs9WlFu1EtAcY9bQt7QaO3YwDyovsRdZTDUw)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Festival Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/hTPxqUtlLdo</div></div></div><br>Catmandu Palace was full of noise and color. Glowing red paper lanterns rose from the palace’s courtyards. Glowing fish kites carried by performers on sticks swam through the air, exciting and amazing all. Music from Arabian flutes, mridangam and kanjira drums, and sitars filled the air. Belly dancers popped their hips as bells rang in concert with the celebratory music. The palace was covered in cats in human form (though some were in cat form). It was the most cats ever seen in a year, and it was only on one special day: Bast Day. In the main palace, a golden statue of a resting Sphinx cat sat in a chamber dedicated to the goddess. At the statue’s feet were various baskets of food, cloth, and precious jewelry. The room resembled a treasure trove with how brightly the gold and splendor shined at the goddess’s feet.<br><br>Vendors set up shop at the top of the stairs, which led up to the palace doors. There were many a master sushi chef, milk brewers (not the dairy kind), and other delicious foods and materials being sold by cats from various region of the world. As plentiful as the crowds were, the king’s elite guard were just as plentiful. They stood out in the crowds, tall, towering, and holding large pikes. The jagged and curved blades of the spikes stood over the cat guards’ heads like beacons, glinting in the light of the moon. They were keeping a close watch of all the visitors, only allowing the majority to party outside the palace. Only those offering gifts to Bast were permitted within, and then they were closely escorted out.<br><br><div align="center">(https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/1/white-persian-cat-yelena-kolotusha.jpg)(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/2026/2026719-bigthumbnail.jpg)<br><em>From left to right: King Bahadur (cat form) and Queen Apinya</em></div><br>King Bahadur was in the throne room. He rested on a plush red pillow with gold trim, his white fur combed into a silken sheet that spilled over the sides of his pillow nearly causing it to disappear beneath him. The cat liked to use his thick fur as an excuse, but everyone knew that the king was actually a fat cat. His master was wealthy and babied his Persian with the finest cat food on the earth. While in his cat form, his tall red and gold crown sat above his smashed face. His golden eyes watched the festivities occurring in the main throne room with his emissaries and ministers. There was much milk drinking, feasting, and flirting as belly dancers shook and swayed sensually before the royal staff.<br><br>Queen Apinya was seated next to her husband upon the throne. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap and an amused and cheerful smile was curled upon her pink lips. She had been laughing here and there at the antics of her people. Bast Day was her most favorite day because the entire realm was truly at peace.<br><br>The Persian parted his maw and yawned. Blinking his eyes, he searched about the room with the turn of his head. “Where’s Himalaya?” he asked.<br><br>Queen Apinya blinked when she realized that she hadn’t seen her daughter all day. She gazed about the throne room and muttered, “She must be around here somewhere.”<br><br>King Bahadur frowned at his wife. “Don’t give me that. If she isn’t in our sights, then she’s up to no good. I want her found immediately.”<br><br>While the queen summoned a servant over, nine monks veiled in white robes stopped before the steps leading up to the king’s throne and knelt before him. Their heads were hidden in their hoods as they announced, “My King, The Nine have all been summoned and should be arriving soon.”<br><br>King Bahadur nodded. “Good. I can’t have them missing such a mementos occasion.”<br><br>No one was exempt from Bast Day. Not even The Nine! The king didn’t want to risk the goddess’s ire over a no show.<br><br>The nine monks oddly always seemed to be capable of locating The Nine no matter where they were around the world at the time. It could have been their patience and dedication to search the globe or an odd un<em>familiar</em> magic. No cat knew for sure.<br><br><hr><br><strong>GM Note:</strong> Players are free to write whatever intro they please. It could be the monks finding the cat and telling them about the king's summons, the cats leaving their masters to traverse into Catmandu, or they could already be at the festival. Have fun!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>18-02-2019, 07:51:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Im2jusY.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yuna<br><strong>Pet Name:</strong> Agma<br><strong>Breed:</strong> Leopard Cat<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black silk modernized hanbok (traditional Korean dress)with pearl white designs. Upon her head is a sheer black veiled hat. She carries a giseang's pipe with a pouch and tassel.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Seoul, Catmandu Palace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Monk, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Offering to Bast.<br><hr>The Monk cleared his throat for the third time before Yuna bothered with a glance in his direction. She returned her attention to the opalescent ball. She had noted his presence as he arrived but had not moved from where she lay on her back upon the roof of her temple. Energy swirled around the ball of light as if it were collecting the moonlight that shone down on her. A smile tugged the corner of her lips as she felt the Monk bristle.<br><br>“The celebration of Bast day is under way and your presence is required -,” his speech was interrupted abruptly as Yuna sat up, her hand held up dismissively. She glared at him, her gaze feral, causing him to sputter in indignation. <br><br>“I am quite aware of the celebration and the necessity of my presence. Please be assured. However, I am one of Nine and need not a keeper,” her tone was steely and regal. The Monk was clearly taken aback.<br><br>“Yuna of the Nine, your duty is clear and so is mine,” he replied, undeterred.<br><br>“Aiya,” she sighed wearily. A black cat with one eye and a kinked tail sidled up and sat next to her, mewing inquisitively. She glanced down at the old tom and rolled her eyes. She waved the head of the cat skin at the old cat. “You hush or you end up like him, nya.”<br><br>Yuna and the cat stared at each other while she waggled the cat head at him. The sound of a throat clearing had the two swiveling their heads in the Monk's direction.<br><br>“Yuna of the-,”<br><br>“Agma. Here, I am Agma,” she interrupted him once more as she rose to her feet. The cat at her feet nodded his head before grooming his paw. “Monk, I know duty and as the guardian for all of Asia, you insult me. It is not good to insult Agma,” she growled as she stepped forward she disappeared to his surprise.<br><br>Yuna reappeared behind the monk, a silver white blade kissing his throat. She laughed as his fury was palpable, her next words sibilant. “I know you, Monk. I know your kind. You shroud yourself in secrets kept from your betters but I <em>know</em> you. You mock me with your words of duty and loyalty, nya.”<br><br>Yuna stepped away as he spun around his own weapon in hand. She winked at him and blew him a raspberry before disappearing. Her laughter rang out as she reappeared in her original spot. She cocked her head to the side as the Monk spun around seething. She waited, rocking back and forth on her heels as he regained his composure and returned to being the serene, boring Monk that he was.<br><br>“Ahhhh! You must be new,” Yuna stated more to herself than to the Monk. “The other guy was less fun. Speaking of fun, I have a festival to attend and you are wasting my time, nya.” She cocked her head to the other side....waiting. The Monk seemed to finally get the idea after a moment and left in silent indignation and frustration.<br><br>“I thought he would never leave,” the one-eyed cat said. <br><br>“Oh, but he was so much fun,” Yuna said as she twirled about, her long green sweater flaring around her.<br><br>“Did you have to say 'nya' so much? It was so undignified.”<br><br>“I don't know....I thought it was a nice touch. Did you see his face though? I didn't think that shade of red could be achieved,” she clapped.<br><br>“Go to the festival. You are annoying me now,” the cat deadpanned.<br><br>“No.”<br><br>“Yes.”<br><br>“No.”<br><br>“Agma,” the cat reprimanded.<br><br>“Fine,” she pouted.<br><br>“Are you going like that?”<br><br>“What? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?”<br><br>“I do not think our King and Queen would appreciate you showing up looking like a vagabond with the skin of her dead lover around her neck,” The cat said as he rose and padded over to her and batted at a loose thread. <br><br>“One-Eye, you know I only dress like this so I go unnoticed around here.” The cat literally rolled his one eye.&nbsp; “Why is everyone trying to tell me what to do tonight? You win old cat but I'm gonna do it my way.”<br><br>“Oh, Sweet Bastet, I can't watch.” His only response was her maniacal laughter.<br><br>Grinning with glee, Yuna let a pearl of light loose from her chest. She floated into the air, the full moon her halo. She cupped the pearl and lifted it above her head. “Moon Transformation No. 333!” Her clothes disappeared and the pearl circled around her encasing her into a cocoon of white light. Then it shattered into a thousand butterflies that flew into the night.<br>&nbsp;<br>Yuna descended wearing a modern black and white silk hanbok and veiled hat. She looked the epitome of beauty and grace. She did a little twirl, satisfied her vision matched the real thing.<br><br>“That is the last time I let you watch any magical girl anime. You look very nice, by the way.”<br><br>“Hmph. You were more into it than I was. And thank you. Are you coming?” Yuna floated to the ground as the cat made his way by more mundane means.<br><br>“No. Someone has to watch the temple. Enjoy yourself and try....try not to act like you normally do.”<br><br>Yuna looked at him, sadness fleeting across her eyes for a mere moment. She allowed the gate to Catmandu to open, her back straight and poised as if she were royalty.&nbsp; She turned once and lifted her veil pulling down an eye and sticking her tongue out. The cat's sigh pleased her and she stepped through into a cacophony of music and merriment.<br><br>Cats surrounded her in cat form and human form, parting before her like a wave as she made her way toward the palace. Her nose tickled with the smells, watering as she realized she hadn't eaten. Still, she walked on. If she had come as Agma, she would eat to her heart's content but she was Yuna and she had her duty. <br><br>Her travels through the streets passed in thought as she had to wonder why the Moon seemed bigger and more ominous. She had to wonder of so many things of late. The next thing she knew, she was in the palace and being announced. Had she been so lost in her thoughts she had missed the sites of Catmandu. No matter. She would visit before she left.<br><br>Yuna Swept in, the brocade of her gown flowing like a shadowy garden around her feet. She bowed before the Royal couple, going down on one knee, head bowed low, before rising as was proper of a lady. “Your Majesties, greetings from the East. May the light of Bast shine upon you always.”<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>19-02-2019, 09:11:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4pqfuC3.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sora<br><strong>Pet Name:</strong> Casper<br><strong>Breed:</strong> Turkish Angora<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown for now before moving to a suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Down town, Nova Scotia to Catmandu Palace <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Just going with the flow<br><hr><br>Sora was on her way back home as she picked up her board to walk on the busy sidewalk. Her bag was filled with goodies that she has found, random round stones that she enjoyed rolling around in both her human and feline form. The way they rolled around, how smooth they were. It was <em>puuurfect</em> for lack of a better term.<br><br>"Greetings Sora of the Nine," says a voice beside her. It was low, husky, and had the slightest purr. <br><br>"Why hello to you too," she smiles and tucks the board under her arm now since Sora knew she wouldn't be using it now. "What can I do for you, Monk?"<br><br>"The Celebration of Bast is under way and your presence is required," says the Monk with rehearsed words. "I am to bring you with me to ensure you will be present before the King and Queen of Catmandu and... I do hope you have other attire than what you are wearing?" The Monk looked Sora over her attire as he lost his train of thought. To him it was... appalling! A Guardian were warriors! Graceful! Held powers that were bestowed upon them by the Goddess!<br><br>"If you keep making that face, Monk, it might stay that way," replies Sora as she crosses the street and turns right. "<em>And</em> I didn't forget about the celebration. I just had some errands to run for my owner with a slight distraction." The expression on this Monk's face told Sora volumes as did the side glance they gave her as their eyes roamed her form's attire. <br><br>"Forgive me, Sora of the Nine," he gives a slight bow to her as the two of them were surrounded by a breeze as they lifted into the air. "Erm... Who will watch your Temple while you are away?"<br><br>Landing on the roof of the tall building Sora opens up the flooring that was hidden by magic as the two of them began to float downward before their feet touched the wooden floor. "Hope you don't mind," she says to him and walking over to a mirror that held no glass, Sora waved her hand as it began to swirl about and setting down her backpack she began to take out the items for her owner which were three canisters of tea and a dark bag of coffee beans. Taking out a brown paper bag she places them inside as she imagines the store where her owner was working happily. Waving her hand to see the office and seeing no one, Sora takes the bag and reaches into the swirling image of the office and places it on the desk.<br><br>As the Monk looked around the room it was not what they expected to see. The room was not opulent, but it was clean and simplistic. There were various circular objects hanging on the walls that were color coordinated in different from white to blue. Each of them having their own symbol and in the center of the room was an ornate circular mandala that appeared to be etched into the wood. It was a strange looking room indeed and then the sound of items falling onto the floor brought his attention back to the young woman as she sighs and shakes her head. Slowly the round rocks began to float upward to her as her blue eyes glowed and touching each rock she whispers something as symbols begin to etch and glow upon them.<br><br>"What is it that you are doing exactly?" He asks curiously and walks over to her she waves her hand and they all fly past him and move to the mandala where they formed the outer circle. "I have heard you have the power of wind?"<br><br>"I do and call it my security system I suppose. This space is everywhere and nowhere at the same time so if I chose to, I can move from place to place. However I like my current owner, well I declared her as my owner since she did name me," Sora chuckles as she moves to one of the circles and sees something she likes and just reaches in and takes it. Going behind a four-panel wall to begin getting dressed as she continued to speak to the Monk. "Do you have a name Monk?"<br><br>"My name is irrelevant and being known as 'Monk' is suitable," he responds to her and just waits patiently for her to finish dressing. <br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/52/6e/fc/526efc12014641bd4778d89a54e05d67.jpg)<br><br>"Okay then Monk," says Sora as she steps out from behind the panel. "Is this more to your liking and suitable to present in front of the King and Queen of Catmandu?"<br><br>"Indeed it is, so you are ready then?"<br><br>"I am."<br><br>"Excellent. Then let us be off," making a motion a gate to Catmandu began to appear as Sora watched with arms crossed. <br><br>Once the gate opened the two of them passed through as Sora wondered if she was going to just sit and relax. Festivals and parties were not her thing and lastly, crowds were okay, but something she just avoided. Not that she had any anxiety or anything, it was just the fact that large parties and festivals were just draining. The Monk seemed to have a mission as they were not even going at a leisurely pace of a stroll as Sora sighed again and looked around. The bright colors, the smells, the laughter and smiles, they were addictive and invoked the vast ideas of fun within her. <br><br><em>Well I guess some fun won't hurt anyone...</em><br><br>Soon they were at the palace doors as Sora removed her hands from her pockets as the Monk now disappeared and left her alone. <br><br><em>Typical.</em><br><br>Sora walked into the room gracefully as her face remained neutral. Standing before the King and Queen she drops down to one knee, placing her right hand over her heart, and bows slightly before rising to her feet. "Good day to you, your majesties on the day of Bast. It is an honor to be summoned here to join you both on this wonderful occasion." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 14:23:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://petazi.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/black-cat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Felix Parker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300120.msg14672211#msg14672211)<br><strong>Pet Name:</strong> Smokey<br><strong>Breed:</strong> Black Cat<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Burgundy sweater, blue jeans, and sneakers. By the time he reaches the castle, he'll be wearing something different.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pam's apartment, London, England, and then Catmandu Palace, Catmandu<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Black cat mischief.<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Purrs endlessly rolled from the black cat as he laid contently upon the warm, creamy flesh of his owner. She was lying in bed next to her mate—some random Human male she found somewhere. Whoever he was, Felix knew that he wouldn’t come between he and Pam. He was laying between the mounds of her pink breasts, his eyes closed in content, and tail swaying back and forth like a pendulum across her flat stomach. Pam’s mate, Stephen, seemed to watch Smokey. His head was held boredly in the palm of his hand as he watched Pam cup the black cat’s face and drag her nails across his cheeks. If Stephen didn’t know any better, with how the male cat was sprawled almost possessively over his girlfriend, he would have suspected him to be trying to get in the way of their relationship.<br><br>“Are we gonna fuck or what?” Stephen asked.<br><br>Pam smiled in amusement, hearing the jealousy in her boyfriend’s voice. “Stephen, are you jealous of Smokey?”<br><br><em>’Course he is,</em> Smokey thought as he continued to purr. His paw even stretched out to lay over Pam’s tit, which made Stephen frown a little.<br><br>“As hot as it is to see your cat sprawled all over your naked, seductive body, I wish it were me,” Stephen answered with a smirk.<br><br>Pam giggled and gave Smokey a kiss to the top of his head. Suddenly, her hands were at his sides and he was lifted into her arms. Smokey’s content eyes opened in surprise.<br><br><em>Wait! What?</em> the cat thought.<br><br>Pam carried him over to the bedroom door and dropped him off outside before she closed it. Smokey whirled, staring wide-eyed up at the door.<br><br><em>What a load of bollocks!</em> Smokey thought. He pawed at the door and started to meow loudly.<br><br>Entangled with Stephen, Pam glanced over at the door. “Oh, he’s mad now.”<br><br>“He can wait his turn,” Stephen rumbled before he pressed his lips against Pam’s neck.<br><br><em>I can’t believe this! She put me out for that wanker!</em> Smokey thought. He could already hear them yowling like two dumpster cats. The black cat immediately thought about the windowsill. He could reach it if he took the fire escape. As Felix turned to execute his Plan B, he paused when he saw a man in white robes standing before him. His hands were tucked into the sleeves of his clothing and his hood was low over his face. Obviously, it was a priest of Bastet.<br><br>“Lord Felix, the king requests your presence at his castle. Have you forgotten that it’s Bast Day?” the monk informed.<br><br>The black cat lazily flopped over onto his side and began dragging his tongue nonchalantly across his paw. “Already? I guess I had forgotten. I’m uh…a tad busy at the moment.”<br><br>He couldn’t see the monk’s face but he could hear him bristle in his tone: “My lord, you cannot refuse the king or skip this ceremony lest you wish to upset the goddess!”<br><br>Felix stopped licking his paw and slowly blinked his golden eyes. “I’m not sayin’ that I’m goin’ ta’ skip his lord’s ceremony. I’m sayin’ that I am busy, and I’ll be there later.”<br><br>“What could you possibly be doing that is more important than the king’s summons?”<br><br>Pam’s loud moans were soon heard through the door along with the thumping of the headboard against the wall. If not for his cowl, the monk’s face would have been glowing red. The eternally celibate cat was gradually aroused but what he heard, his mind could only imagine what was happening in the bedroom. Felix watched as a knob formed against the monk’s robes. Twitching an ear, his cat-like maw curled in amusement: “My master found a new mate. I can’t let’im come between us. Also, you might want to fix that, mate. ‘Not very priestly.”<br><br>He pointed with his paw at the monk’s crotch. The monk’s hands immediately clapped over his erection as he dropped to his knees and started praying for forgiveness to the goddess. Felix rolled his eyes and rose to his paws. Bending forward to flex his back, he groaned softly before he straightened. “You go take care of that. I got an operation to execute. Operation Cockblock!”<br><br>As the black cat scurried away, the monk growled, “You can’t! You must leave at once!”<br><br>The black cat raced into the kitchen and pawed open one of the cabinet doors. He slipped inside and then emerged outside, stepping out from behind a dumpster. It was drizzling in London. The sky was rarely ever blue, but the weather didn’t stop the dumpster cats from mingling. Tabbies, blues, and calicos sat upon the edge of the dumpster munching on the remains of cheeseburger and fish parts.<br><br>“Oi, it’s Felix!” one cat greeted.<br><br>“Come fo’ a bite, Blacky?”<br><br>Felix glanced up at the other cats and chuckled, “No thanks. I already ate.”<br><br>“Heh, look at ‘im. Trash is too good for ‘im now that he’s no longa’ a stray!”<br><br>Prowling into the mouth of the alley were two sphynx cats. All the cats regarded them, and then looked down at Felix. “You’re in trouble now, mate!”<br><br>Felix growled. So much for his Plan B. He would have to give the wrinkly cats the slip! The black cat bolted opposite of the cats, and as he raced down the alley, he saw two more sphynx cats at the other end trying to put him in a pinch. The black cat leaped for the fire escape ladder and a human hand caught the rung. Felix had transformed into a man wearing a burgundy, long-sleeve sweater with blue jeans and sneakers. He quickly scaled the ladder to the fire escape and raced up the steps, purposefully making a clatter. When he reached Pam’s bedroom window, he gave it a loud knock and he shouted, “WOooOoo! What’s goin’ on in here?”<br><br>Pam and Stephen instantly separated and glanced frightfully over to the window to see some weirdo. <br><br>“Who the fuck is that?” Stephen growled.<br><br>Pam raised the blankets to cover her nakedness. “What a sick fuck. Make him go away!”<br><br>As Stephen threw back the covers and shamelessly strode over to the window, Felix was already fleeing up the next fire escape ladder to the roof. Stephen unlocked the window and shouted up at the guy.<br><br>“If I ever see you again, I’m gonna call the cops!” Stephen roared.<br><br>Once Felix had reached the roof, he ran to the corner as the monks started to wink onto the roof and jumped off. He transformed back into a black cat, landed upon the steel railing, and sprang through the window just as Stephen was closing it. Stephen jumped in fright when he saw the black shadow pass through. His eyes followed the blur as it raced across the room to leap into the bed with Pam.<br><br>“Smokey?” Pam said in surprise.<br><br><em>That fucking cat</em>, Stephen thought as he closed and locked the window, and pulled down the blind.<br><br>Smokey was once again in Pam’s arms. She scratched as his cheeks and cooed at him. Stephen turned around to see Pam giving Felix her love and attention. The black cat opened a single gold eye and gazed at Stephen before his paw reached out to squish against her pink, pert breast. Stephen started to wonder if he was going insane, but he swore Smokey was fucking with him. He was just a stupid cat any way. He marched over to Pam and grasped Smokey by the scruff.<br><br>Smokey made an over-dramatic yowl of pain that made Pam exclaim, “Stop! You’re hurting him!”<br><br>Stephen shouted back, “I’m barely hurting him!”<br><br>Opening the bedroom door, he threw the black cat out and slammed it closed. As Felix landed on the carpet, the five sphynx cats surrounded him in human form, directing their white forked polearms at him. The cat gazed in a circle at the monks and proudly listened to the argument he had stirred in the bedroom. The black cat was contained in a magical cat carrier and was soon transported to Catmandu. The monk with the cat carrier walked into the throne room and set it down to the right of Sora and Agma. Unlocking the door, he opened it and the black cat casually emerged as though there was no shame in appearing at the royal court in such a manner.<br><br>“Evenin’ chaps!” he greeted Sora and Agma before he bowed in cat form before the royal family. “Your Majesties.”<br><br>Felix then looked over at Sora and how she was handsomely dressed. “You’re lookin’ smashin’ tonight. I see you didn’t bring the board.”<br><br>He then peered over at Agma: “Now I just feel under-dressed.” It was hard to tell since he was still wearing his fur.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 15:38:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/images/brock-ohurn-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Houser<br><strong>Pet Name:</strong> Baekho<br><strong>Breed:</strong> Maine Coon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue Jeans, ratty white shirt under a leather biker jacket/black three piece Armani Suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Australian/New Zealand Temple of Bast/Catmandu<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None <br><strong>Content:</strong> Defending his Eye and dealing with his summons<br><hr><br>Houser did a running baseball slide to avoid the fireball that whizzed past his head, searing the ends of some of his long hair in the process. “Fire! Why is it always fire?”<br><br>He had been checking on the Temple in preparation of Bast Day. Being in Catmandu on such a day as Bast Day meant that he would have been hard pressed to hurry back to his post as Guardian of an Eye if the temple came under attack. So he had wanted to make sure that the illusions and wards in place were not at risk of crumbling when the Temple itself had come under attack.<br><br><em>Damn warlocks and their traitorous Familiars!</em> thought Houser as his Arch appeared in hand. He’d been bouncing around dodging fireballs all while leaving clones of himself behind in hiding. They were nothing more than illusions, but his Master had told him during his apprenticeship that each of the Nine were all gifted with unique gifts that set them apart from Catkind. As one of the Nine, technically he answered only to Bast. However, as she had been rather silent for sometime the King of Catmandu was given authority over the Nine, so long as his orders did not interfere or intrude on their duties as one of the Nine.<br><br>Shifting to his Cat form, he streaked closer to the fool who thought that such a prize as an Eye of Bast would be left unattended. This Temple only ever had one Guardian. As it was so far removed from normal human society that the fastest way to get here was through a warded gateway. Being near the center of the Australian Continent, most humans avoided coming this far inland as it was considered for the most part inhospitable. The aborigines steered clear of the place, having ancient legends about entering it is taboo and to enter is to forfeit ones life.<br><br>Once he was within easy striking distance of the warlock, he activated his illusionary clones. They charged the Warlock from eight different directions. The human thinking this some kind of advanced magic panicked. Houser made him pay for it, with his life. His arch sang out and clove the fool’s head from his shoulders.<br><br>Houser retracted the blade with a negligent flick of his wrist as he spun in place, searching for the Familiar. The Eye hadn’t been touched yet, or he would have known about it. And since he’d been kept on the defensive, dodging fireballs, he hadn’t had a chance to kill the pesky familiar. It was the enhanced instinct of being a Guardian that caused him to do a backflip narrowly avoiding the crossbow quarrel that would have taken him in the spine. His enemy was too far out of reach for him to use his arch effectively, so he set off at a dead run even as his foe reloaded the crossbow.<br><br>Houser absently pondered why the familiar was using a crossbow given that firearms were so prevalent in modern times. But that didn’t stop him from rolling to the side as the familiar made one last attempt at shooting him. By then Houser was close enough to strike with his arch. The blade grazed the other cat’s cheek, but that was enough. Houser wasn’t about to play games with a Familiar. Especially not one who had discovered the location of a Temple. His blade was extruding a concentrated form of the Coastal Eastern Taipan’s venom.<br><br>The venom was so strong that in an excited victim, it paralyzed within seconds and because it was magical it took multiple spells to disperse.<br><br>Houser came to stand over the familiar whose fingers twitched towards a pistol but because of the neurotoxin wasn’t able to move enough to do anything serious. “Trespass upon the Sacred Temple of Bast is punishable by death. You are a traitor to your own kind and the duty set to us by the Goddess Bast. I would take the time to sit here and watch as the toxin worked it’s way through you, however, I have other duties to perform today. So I shall make your end quick.”<br><br>The blade flashed twice. Severing the head and cleaving the heart in two. He gathered the carcasses and heads up and dropped them into a gateway that would open up a half mile out to sea depositing them far, far from the Temple. He quickly set to work restoring the damaged and destroyed wards, when one of the Monks appeared at the gate to the Temple.<br><br>Houser ignored him as he tended to his duties.<br><br>“Houser, Guardian of the Australian Eye, I bid thee greetings in the name of King Bahadur and Queen Apinya. I am to…” started the Monk when Houser approached the Gate. “Hey, are you listening to me?”<br><br>Houser looked at him with an indifferent and chilling look. “One does not need to speak in order to be listening. Deliver your message then leave this place, Monk. I am aware of my duties on Bast Day. But my duties as a Guardian take precedence over a summons from the King”<br><br>“But…” started the monk.<br><br>“What happens if one of the nine Eyes of Bast were to be destroyed or worse?” asked Houser trying to be patient.<br><br>“Ugh…” started the Monk clearly overwhelmed by Houser’s approach.<br><br>“Exactly. The barriers between worlds would destabilize at best or at worse the Apocalypse occurs. Now, I am attending to my duties. I’m almost done. But the longer you distract me, the longer it takes, and the longer it takes for me to appear in Catmandu. And if you call down Sphinx Cats to have me dragged off, I will have a word with the High Priestess herself about you.” Said Houser before walking away.<br><br>He finished his work. Then motioned for the Monk to follow. He passed through a rock face that hid a gateway to Catmandu. Once there, he used his larger than normal stride to cause the monk to have to all but job in order to keep up. He stopped at a vendor and paid for his offerings seeing as the fight had prevented him from bringing the fresh fillet of salmon he had acquired specifically for today.<br><br>Then he had stopped at a bath house, forced the monk to hold his offering before grabbing a bath. It would not be seemly to show up before the King and Queen dirty, covered in shards of dusty rock, and your hands covered in blood. He appeared from the bath house with his hair and beard expertly groomed, dressed in a three piece suit, tailored specifically for him by the great cat, Giuseppe Armani. It would have appeared to be tailored for a human, except that there was give in all the places he would need if he had to run or fight.<br><br>He took back the offering from the Monk and led the way to the Palace. He appeared in the courtyard just in time to see Felix brought to court in a cat carrier. He approached the Throne and bit back the remark about the King’s presence being even more fluffy and poofy than normal. Instead, he merely placed his hand over his head, bowed to the King and Queen, “Your Highness. You appear to be in… good health, sire.”<br><br>Turning his attention to the Queen, he said with a smile, “And all of us stand in awe of the Queen’s radiance, which only grows with time.”<br><br>Stepping back, he looked at Felix he grunted. He wanted to ask if the other cat had no shame or dignity. Appearing in court carried in a cat carrier! Houser would suffer a thousand bathes at the hands of the Young Mistress rather than suffer that indignity.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>golani</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 22:17:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(https://i.ibb.co/9w7qyy7/girl-1147383-340.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Katrina Romanov<br><strong>Pet Name:</strong> Cathrine<br><strong>Breed:</strong> Russian Blue<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> fur to formal business suit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hermitage Museum going to Catmandu<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Her "aunt" Pingva, an older cat who has watched over Katrina since she was a kitten<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br><br>Katrina was lying down on the second floor of the Hermitage’s Pavilion Hall, staring down at the large crowds moving through the ornate room below. The museum had just opened its doors for the day and already it looked like it was going to be extra busy. And while that was good for the museum, Katrina hated the noise and crowds. No, the Guardian much preferred the evenings when she could roam the museum freely. For now she was content to observe the humans from up here, where they couldn’t bother her. <br><br>She was musing about the day ahead when she felt the presence of the older female approaching slowly and stiffly but trying her best to still look dignified.<br><br>“Dobroe utro, myshka,” Pingva greeted Katrina. “I thought I might find you here. Happy Bast day.”<br><br>Katrina turned and watched the black and white cat approach with respect. <em>Her arthritis must be really bad this morning,</em> Katrina thought to herself. <em>And yet she still comes up here to greet me.</em><br><br>“And the same to you, tetya,” Katrina responded happily. She was glad to see Pingva up and about. The older female had watched over Katrina since she was but a kitten as a favor to her mother. Katrina had long since considered Pingva to be family. Which is why the older female could still call Katrina myshka, “little mouse” without any rebuke from the younger cat.<br><br>Gingerly Pingva sat down next to Katrina on the plush carpet. The arthritis she had in her hindquarters hurt with every step, and was even worse when she tried to sat down. She had also lost much of the sight in her right eye from a fight from long ago. But Pingva was too proud a cat to complain about her ailments, even if she was in pain. <br><br>“Ahhhh.” Pingva sighed in contentment when she had finished. “That is a long walk from downstairs,” she said to cover her pain and discomfort. Katrina said nothing as Pingva joined her to look down at the tourists passing below.<br><br>“It will be busy today,” Pingva observed.<br><br>“Yes,” Katrina said simply. She groomed her left paw.<br><br>Pingva turned to the younger cat and looked over her before shaking her head and tisking. <br><br>“Is this how you plan to spend the holiday, myshka? Sitting here watching the crowds while you groom yourself?” Pingva asked with mild disapproval. “Don’t you have responsibilities to attend to?”<br><br>Pingva was too old and respected to beat around the bush when it came to observations or opinions, She was also a stickler for protocol, and she knew the Guardian should be in Catmandu and not here. Normally, Katrina appreciated her forthrightness and honesty.<br><br>Just not today. <br><br>“Da, tetya, you know I do,” Katrina responded. She sighed. “You know I hate the crowds, the formality…I would much rather be here.”<br><br>“Oh myshka, I know you do,” Pingva said sympathetically. “I understand. But it is the same thing every Bast day. You are a Guardian, and you are going to have to…what do the Americans say…suck it up.”<br><br>Katrina turned to the older cat in surprise. “Where did you learn that phrase?”<br><br>Pingva grunted. “You think just because I am a staryy perdun I can’t learn a few new things now and then? And don’t try to change the subject.”<br><br>Katrina’s guffawed at her aunt’s response. <br><br>“Yes, tetya, you are right,” Katrina replied, trying to sooth Pingva. “I’ll go. Still, I can wait for them to fetch me, right? No need to rush.”<br><br>Pingva was about to respond when suddenly there was a voice behind them, causing both cats to jump in surprise. "Greetings Katrina of the Nine,” the Monk said. <br><br><em>Speaking of which…</em>Katrina wryly through to herself. The Monk continued with his rehearsed words. ”I am to bring you with me to ensure you will be present before the King and Queen of Catmandu and…”<br><br>Katrina cut the Monk off. “Da, da, I know the routine,” she said irritably. The Monk sputtered to a stop, as Katrina&nbsp; got up. She looked at Pingva.<br><br>“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me, tetya?” Katrina wistfully asked the older cat.<br><br>Pingva laughed. “Oh, myshka, you know I would only slow you down. Besides, somebody has to keep an eye on the temple."<br><br>Katrina sighed. She was trapped by her duties, and she knew it. “Ok Monk, follow me. And do try to keep up, I don’t want you getting lost, or seen by the tourists.”<br><br>Katrina scampered off and before long the Monk was chasing Katrina through what seemed an endless series of secret corridors and rooms before finally ending in the dimly lit basement of the Hermitage. The Monk, now out of breath, came to a halt behind her, totally confused as to where he was.<br><br>“Er, forgive me Katrina of the Nine, but where are we?<br><br>“My bedroom.” she replied simply. Katrina waved her paw and suddenly a door appeared in the wall. The two stepped through the door into what appeared to be a small and simple bedroom, complete with a bed, dressers, wardrobe and dressing table. It looked more like a monk’s cell than a bedroom, but Katrina was rarely in here.<br><br>Katrina moved behind a four panel dressing screen and transformed into her human form.<br><br>“Sit and be comfortable, Monk, this will take a few minutes, da?” Katrina said.<br><br>“I prefer to stand, oh Guardian,” the Monk replied.<br><br>Katrina shrugged to herself and continued getting dressed. Before long Katrina reappeared from behind the panels, her hair down and dressed in formal suit, completed with dress, jacket, and stockings,&nbsp; accented by a simple silver neckless and bracelet. Understated but elegant.<br><br>“Ok, Monk,” she said. “Let us be off.”<br><br>The Monk waved and a gate appeared to Catmandu. Katrina followed behind the Monk into what seemed to be a riot of colors, smells, and the noise of both people and cats celebrating. Katrina smiled. She may not like the crowds, but the festivities were still something wonderful to behold.<br><br>Katrina wanted to stop for a moment and watch, but the Monk had other ideas, briskly walking on, seemingly oblivious to what was happening. Soon they were at the palace doors. The Monk suddenly withdrew, leaving Katrina all alone to face the Queen and King.<br><br>Katrina straightened up, and put on her best neutral face before entering. Standing before the King and Queen, she got down on one knee and bowed her head. “Chest' vashim velichestvam,” she said before rising. “It is an honor to be summed here on this day of celebration.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 03:29:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Im2jusY.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yuna<br><strong>Pet Name:</strong> Agma<br><strong>Breed:</strong> Leopard Cat<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black silk modernized hanbok (traditional Korean dress)with pearl white designs. Upon her head is a sheer black veiled hat. She carries a giseang's pipe with a pouch and tassel.&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Catmandu Palace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> A gathering of tails....<br><hr><br>Yuna rose from her knee with practiced grace. The silk of her gown rustled as she took her place at the left of the dais just in time for Sora's arrival. Her eyes rounded in delight at the sight of the girl. She absolutely adored the pantsuit outfit. "Waaaa, Sora is gui yeo wo!"<br><br>Yuna was just about to launch into just how adorable Sora was when there was a commotion. A Monk strode in as if he just accomplished some great feat. Unceremoniously dumping a cat carrier in front of the royal couple, the Monk released the contents. Yuna took a a puff from her long decorative pipe and released the smoke in a breathy swirl. Yuna did not smoke anything but moonbeams...okay, maybe the occasional catnip, so the magical smoke had a scent of lotus blossoms. She watched the event with disdain. <em>Damn Monks! Always no respect!</em><br><br>Yuna tapped the pipe in her hand and a tiny ball of light rocketed from the opening smacking the Monk in his forehead. Having the same affect as if he was flicked, he stopped bowing in his retreat and shot up. He angrily looked for the perpetrator when he saw the look on Yuna's face, smiling her innocence. <em>Say something, I dare you.</em> Her chest rumbled with a purr as she licked the tip of her finger and swept it over a winged brow.<br><br>"I'm sure that is not all you were <em>under</em>," she said with a smirk. "Maybe later we can all drink you <em>under</em> the table," she said, giggling behind her hand. She was actually getting thirsty and getting drunk was starting to sound like a fabulous idea. She might dress up for the formalities but she really liked fighting better...or drinking....oh, look, the mountain has arrived.<br><br>Yuna looked on in amusement as Houser made his appearance. The man was stinking huge with really nice hair. She leaned toward Sora, whispering,"Do you think he goes to a salon for that hair. I can't get my hair to do that. Maybe it's the shampoo." She just shook her head truly dumbfounded. Her head tilted to the side as she listened half heartedly. <em>Aigoo, even his formality was formal</em>. <br><br>Katrina's arrival was simple and elegant. Just like how she viewed the girl. Katrina also made her sad. Yuna did not know all the details but it was enough to know that she felt the kin of that sadness. She did not want to feel the weight of her own sadness and her body gave a little shiver. She tried to pull the top of her dress up discreetly as it was pressing uncomfortably against her breasts, the room suddenly hot. She had been around a very long time and there was never a formal dress made that was comfortable. <br><br>Yuna knew the virtue of patience but she really wanted a drink and nap but these kind of events always made her anxious. In fact, she couldn't ever recall having to absolutely be present for a Bast Day. She tapped her lower lip with the tip of her pipe, slowly lowering her veil over her eyes. The moon was too big. She could feel her brown eyes bleeding to blue, the pupils slitting to black for just a moment. Only her pink lipped smile was visible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: NINE [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 20:10:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjY2LmY2MjgyOC5SMDAsLjAA/catshop.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/1/white-persian-cat-yelena-kolotusha.jpg)(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/2026/2026719-bigthumbnail.jpg)<br><em>From left to right: King Bahadur (cat form) and Queen Apinya</em></div><br>King Bahadur bowed his head lightly in return to Yuna—it was actually a marvel the tall thing didn’t slide off and make a ruckus. The king looked a little distant as his thoughts raced about the whereabouts of his missing kitten. Apinya could see that her husband was deep in thought. She bowed next to Sora and smiled. “You are looking dashing tonight, Sora.”<br><br>Felix spilled over onto his side and began licking one of his paws as he added to Sora’s compliment: “Told ya.”<br><br><strong>I’m sure that is not all you were <em>under</em>…Maybe later we can all drink you <em>uder</em> the table.</strong><br><br>One of Felix’s ears cocked upward in the same manner a human would arch a brow. “You want to bet some fish on that?” he challenged.<br><br>Apinya then blushed and smiled at Houser’s compliment. Bahadur’s eyes slid over to the big cat and he frowned a little out of silent jealousy. “Your compliment tickles me, Lord Houser,” Apinya softly returned before her hand rose to hide her smiling lips.<br><br>Felix’s tail whipped back and forth as he looked over at the Maine Coon with his golden eyes. Purrs were just contently rolling from him. “Big Ben; long time no see,” Felix greeted.<br><br>At Katrina’s arrival, the King was nodding haste-like as though he was trying to hurry along the pleasantries. He wanted to get straight to business.<br><br>“All right; all right; formalities have concluded. I have summoned all of you here not only because the goddess wills it, but another matter is afoot. The princess is missing.”<br><br>Apinya gazed over at her husband with raised fine brows. “My king, it hasn’t even been an hour since we last saw her.”<br><br>“I will not risk it. This is the one day where almost every cat around the world is in this kingdom. There may even be familiars among them!” King Bahadur gazed at each of the Nine. “I want you to find Princess Himalaya and bring her back here safely. She is a mischievous one. She may try to give you the slip once she discovers that she’s being summoned by her father. You must not allow her to outwit you.”<br><br>Felix tilted his head cockily. “Outwit <em>me</em>?” He believed himself to be the wittiest of cats. Rolling his eyes, the black cat rose to his paws. “I might even grab a glass of milk while I’m out.”<br><br>Apinya looked to each of the cats with a plea in her gentle eyes. “Please be careful. I apologize now if she gives you too much trouble.”<br><br>Bahadur then explained further, “My daughter cannot be mistaken. She is the most beautiful cat in all the land.”<br><br>Felix was imagining a pudgy, flat-faced Persian-Siamese mix and his triangular ears swiveled back in disgust. <em>What kind parents…</em> he mused.<br><br>“Please bring her back here. You have permission to claw any drunkard that dare lay a paw on her.”<hr><br><strong>GM Note:</strong> Best for the cats to put their heads together and divvy up the work. There are a lot of cats on the palace grounds of Catmandu. The princess will be revealed in a future GM post.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>