Post by The Night's Spirit on Jul 29, 2006 23:47:45 GMT -5
Gulls, fishermen, merchants all began to liven up the morning in the harbor side. The cobble stone was plitter with splashes of puddles from the ran that night, a light screen of mist hung over the seaside as the ships rocked smoothly in the water.
Everything was calm and gentle, it was another peaceful day in Cape Seles Port...that was..until there came a loud crash followed by shouts.
"Aye! Damn cat! Drop those-those bottles of rum!" the Elven merchant who sold fine wines shouted, halfly confused at this strange event. How did a cat know how to steal? Especially, why rum?
Out of the mess, shot out a two-grey toned cat that wore a eye patch over his right eye, a torn black and red shirt, bandages on his tail and a gold earring on his left ear. The cat ran on two legs, carrying a large bottle of rum.
"EEK!" yelped the Narr the cat, as the wine merchent chased him down with a broken bottle. The cat was having a hard time running on his hind legs, while carrying the large, heavy bottle. As he ran, he came to a large puddle. His hairs stood up on their ends as he slowed down and gayly tiptoed through the water. "Hate it, hate it, hate it!" he said in a quick, light tone and busted into a full run as soon as he was out of the clear.
Looking behind him, the cat saw he was out running the merchant finally. "HAHA! Arrg!" he chuckled, once again not looking where he was going and clumsily lost his balance. SLowly his body leaned forward, and the bottle began to slip out of his slick paws. "NO! NO! NO! NO! Not the rum! My beauty-!" he cried, trying to get a better grip, but just made it worse as the bottle was squeased through his paws and went flying above his head.
"NO! NO! NO!" he cried louder, stretching his little kitty paws up in the air, dancing on his tip toes.
THe sun came out right at that moment and all looked beautiful, especially when it touched the glass of the bottle, making it illuminate. Narr's pupils widened at it's beauty as it slowly fell back down into his paws..suddenly the light disapeared as a shadow appeared and a hand quickly snatched the bottle. THings returned to normal speed, and Narr's face turned horrified.
"WHY YOU-! I"ll get you-!" shouted the wine merchant, as his other hand holding the broken bottle started to come down upon Narr.
"AI-PE!" yelped Narr like a girl. The cat turned his tail and raced on all fours to the alley....where he was safe, hiding in a trash can.
Everything was calm and gentle, it was another peaceful day in Cape Seles Port...that was..until there came a loud crash followed by shouts.
"Aye! Damn cat! Drop those-those bottles of rum!" the Elven merchant who sold fine wines shouted, halfly confused at this strange event. How did a cat know how to steal? Especially, why rum?
Out of the mess, shot out a two-grey toned cat that wore a eye patch over his right eye, a torn black and red shirt, bandages on his tail and a gold earring on his left ear. The cat ran on two legs, carrying a large bottle of rum.
"EEK!" yelped the Narr the cat, as the wine merchent chased him down with a broken bottle. The cat was having a hard time running on his hind legs, while carrying the large, heavy bottle. As he ran, he came to a large puddle. His hairs stood up on their ends as he slowed down and gayly tiptoed through the water. "Hate it, hate it, hate it!" he said in a quick, light tone and busted into a full run as soon as he was out of the clear.
Looking behind him, the cat saw he was out running the merchant finally. "HAHA! Arrg!" he chuckled, once again not looking where he was going and clumsily lost his balance. SLowly his body leaned forward, and the bottle began to slip out of his slick paws. "NO! NO! NO! NO! Not the rum! My beauty-!" he cried, trying to get a better grip, but just made it worse as the bottle was squeased through his paws and went flying above his head.
"NO! NO! NO!" he cried louder, stretching his little kitty paws up in the air, dancing on his tip toes.
THe sun came out right at that moment and all looked beautiful, especially when it touched the glass of the bottle, making it illuminate. Narr's pupils widened at it's beauty as it slowly fell back down into his paws..suddenly the light disapeared as a shadow appeared and a hand quickly snatched the bottle. THings returned to normal speed, and Narr's face turned horrified.
"WHY YOU-! I"ll get you-!" shouted the wine merchant, as his other hand holding the broken bottle started to come down upon Narr.
"AI-PE!" yelped Narr like a girl. The cat turned his tail and raced on all fours to the alley....where he was safe, hiding in a trash can.
