Life of a babysitter (open-to-all)

[silvertip]

The shadows of the alleyways werea demeaning place for one so beautiful. The moon shun dimmly on her deep blue coat giving it a pearlescent look. She looked very much a piece of sapphire blue silk embroided with gold trimmings and rindstones. She was not fit for quite a place, and she herself would have to agree. She was here for safety. Not for herself, but for her young charges that trotted behind her.


There was a young dim-colored canine. While she was not colorful, her creativity was. All the time she was formulating wonderful works in her mind, to put it down on paper later. No doubt she was thinking of one now.


Next was a ditzy mustildae. She bounced along unaware of potential danger. She did advoid all the nasty parts of the alley, protecting her beautifully patterned fur.


Next was a furless feline. Everyonce in a while she stoped to groom or scratch her bare fur. It obviously irritated her greatly.

The lioness led them down the alley, her tail thrashed about angrily. She had much better things to do. She was a marionette not a babysitter! However she was ordered to, wether she liked it or not.

(ooc:feel free to post, I need some bebes to grow up.)

[Cinna]

{ooc| Oh, definitely. They're so cute! ^^;}

The cobblestones were covered with a slick layer of mold, dirt, and by the smell of it, urine. On the brick walls graffiti was splashed, some truly obscene in nature. Rats could be heard as they scurried across the filth, scruffy cats hot on their heels. The sun's light could barely get in, making the alley a corridor of shadows. Not at all a place for an Egyptian gentleman, but there he was.

It was not, of course, that this destination was at all planned out. The Script Writer had only been in England a few months, he did not yet know the maze of London. And so here he was, walking down what appeared to be an endless alleyway. If he was lucky his silk bandages wouldn't be infected, he couldn't afford to have maggots eating away at him again.

Oh, but what was he to do! There was no one here to ask for aid, only vermin were foolish enough to venture this far. But he couldn't even turn back, as somewhere along the line he had made a turn, but whether it was right or left he could not remember. His feet were beginning to drag, if he did not find a way out soon, he could have a problem...

But, wait. What were the forms walking up ahead? One was a feline like himelf, and behind her were three babes. Fortune smiled down upon him it seemed, now if only he could communicate with them! Walking genially up to meet them, he lowered his body into a short, creaky bow. Long ago his head would meet his front paws in the presence of such a lady, but alas, to do so now would mean never lifting his head again.

"Pardon? I am, how is it said..." His brain struggled to find the English word for his smooth, sultry Egyptian. "Misplaced," he finished triumphantly, if only a bit off.

[silvertip]

Before she could see his complete form she felt his prescence. The smell was strange, and his dragging bandages were quite peculiar. She quickly put herself between him and the young euclides. She was a protective flesh wall. Not out of maternal instinct, but the fact that the yappy avian director would have her pretty little head if the younglings were harmed under her watch.

Her tail thrashed once when the strange Euclide spoke. Not in annoyence or anger like before for in curiousity. A smirk painted her face. It was a male and he was foreign. He wasn't the type she would usually play with, but a girl couldn't be picky when she was bored out of her mind.

"Why are you wraped in stuff?" a small curious vioce yipped. It was the mustildae. She cocked her head innocently. She walked towards him one or two strides. She scented the air and then held her nose with her white paw. "You smell funny." She commented like a child, naive to wether her comment offended him or not. Her daddy was a puppet master so she wasn't as cautious as the others.

The blue marionette was not amused. She motioned the young white mustildae back to the group. "Pardon the child." she apologized. "I know this area well. Prehaps I can assist you?" she bowed back in return.

[Kitty Love]

The older, mummified Euclide wasn't coming alone, no, and apparently he was clueless to the fact that he was most definitely being followed. Actually, he himself held no interest to the little furless bebe, but the dragging bandages did. They appealed to the senses of the young feline and she carefully stalked them, keeping herself quiet and low.

When he stopped she did to and lowered her body as close to the ground as she could get it without actually toughing it with her skin, it was already quite agitated and it certainly didn't need any other annoyances. She raised her bum into the air, wiggled it a bit and launched her attack! She leapt out from behind a pile of trash and let out a mighty, yet childish, 'war cry' and aimed her pounce toward the closest dangling bandage.