The Golden Prince.

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Darkness has fallen upon the Square, what was alive with festivities and events was now barren. The fountains basked in the dim light of the moon. And that of the golden prince.

His gold and white coat pierced the darkness. The sound of his paws where concealed by the running of the fountan. With his head held high his wings flared from his sides showing off to an imaginary audience. They then returned to their master, into a folding position, draping over their prince like a silken cape.

The regal creature was quite a mix. Not only was he three types, but he was three breeds all in one. Showing his feline agility he made an elegent leap onto the fountan walls. They were quite wide, humans often sat on them so he shall also use it as his perch. The smooth slippery servace of the fountain walls proved treacherous for the young prince slipped. Luckily he caught himself, hopefully he could restore his pride. hopefully no one saw his mistake......

[ferabird]

She may have seen, but oh- Sinnarnbi had troubles of her own! Where the more graceful mish-mash of breeds had managed to catch himself, she'd fallen woefully short of the mark! And now the little burn-type was clinging for her life to the pillar at the center of the fountain's pool, absolutely shivering with fright and miserably wet. Her smooth hide of vibrant red could only take so long to spot, tufted tail half-lofted with a rather pathetic little whimper.

Alas! But what would she do? Trust a thoughtless puppet to get herself into a mess she couldn't get out of again!

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The proud creatures ears only flicked at the splash. His head cocked to the side, and behold and bright red beauty! An playful smirk formed on his face and he padded towards her, making little ripples on water puddles that had spilt on the walls. His white coat reflecting the water from the fountain.

"Hello." His head was still held high but eyes were slanted to looked down at her. Then his head lowered to be more her level. "Looks like you got yourself in a pickle." his vioce was smooth and rich. His father may have been rusty on English, but it was an art to him.

With a small pause he began to speak again. A more trustworthy smile formed on his face. "Let me help you." his golden-yellow paw anthromorphised into a hand and he held it out to her. He hoped she'd do the same.

[ferabird]

Oh- woe is her! The poor little burn-type hated to be wet! Why she'd gone and played about a fountain in the first place was anyone's guess... but now she regretted it! Oh, how she regretted it! Awkwardly clinging there in her feral form, she'd continue lightly her whimpers with head submissively bent to the lovely being that approached her. After all- what were the chances he's be so lowly ranked as she? The tight pin of ears and lowering of her furred tail-tuft into the water signified easily how ready she was to be led... for what was a puppet without guidance but a lifeless doll?

"H-hello...." came her hesitant mewl, dainty little muzzle ducking. "I don't like water...." She may not be the brightest little thing, but at least she got to the heart of the problem! It wasn't that she was unintelligent really- so much as that the child knew well and good that her place was far beneath all but other puppets. Being mouthy would hardly find her a cast to rely on!

Oh, but he'd offer a hand? The thankful prick of ears and hopeful glimmer of eyes speak volumes, as even if in the end she had to wade out again.... she would do so under the guidance of another. It made the poor puppet feel safe.

Never was there one more suited to her rank!

Un-practiced in doing such shifts, she'd have to take fully her anthropomorphic form in order to comply. Still she was young enough that her childish body had yet to blossom into any real sign of maturity, the full span of her pelt entirely without fur excepting that smoky tail-tuft. "Th-thank you, monsieur." she'd mumble with a deference that came naturally, accepting the golden fingers with her own.

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The proud figure payed no attention to her blunt confession. He examined her kitten like figure, her hairless body except at the end of her tail that was a puffy and charcoal colored. How silly she must've looked to the young prince!

He did not used this to up his ego more, instead he took pity on her. She was but a beautiful innocent child.

His hand tightly gripped hers, and with wings flared for support pulled her out onto the slippery perch. "It would be un-gentleman like me to introduce myself. I am Kumasithinju, son of Xerxes Kuhsayarsaj the Great and Selanthabi." he said "And Puppet Master." he proudly added.

Once again he examined her, this time in her anthromorphic form, sitting on his haunches with his tail rapped around his body. He waited for her indroduction, attention only flickering to the fountain, whose bottom only layed coins. Foolish humans thinking that a small token would grant them lucky. Once again his attention went back to his company.

[ferabird]

Guided along, the childishly nervous kit follows as though upon a leash, complaint to the faintest of tugs. Babyishly large ears will rise and fall with her thoughts as they finally slip back over to the ledge, she seating herself as does her companion whilst thoughtlessly retaining her anthropomorphic form. She'd the proportions of a child, and while her shapre had those unmistakeable feline traits still about it, her skin was smooth and bald. Still a bright red studded by those thoughtfully-placed stripes of black, she makes for an odd critter in her near-human guise. Regardless of being bipedal though, she is still deferential. She'd dip her head to her fellow youngling, tail tightly curled with nervousness.

"Puppet master?!" she'd squeek, the furred tip of her tail bristling to easily twice it's previous diameter. She seems almost to collapse in on herself as she shifts to her natural form again, the process totally unintentional... albeit a bit comical. She'll drop like a beaten pet to her belly at the golden paws of her fellow youngling, behavior entirely deferential. "Uh.... My name is Sinnarnbi, monsieur puppet-master Kuma!" She didn't seek rudeness by clipping short his name- especially after his touting of titles. No- it was just a lot for the kit to commit to mind.

(Note- she's effectively dropping to the pose of her picture ^_^)

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The golden bebe's eyebrows raised in amusment at her sudded squeak. "Does the title Puppet Master unnerve you?" He said in his suave deep vioce. "I assure you I am not as cruel as some others of my rank." he gave her a reassuring smile and tilted his feline head.

He watched her humorous transformation with still more amusement. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sinnarnbi." his head tilted down to the kitten like form infront of him. He suddenly moved an anthromorphic hand under her chin and lifted it so her eyes would meet his. "You do not have to lower yourself in my prescence. Rise to your feet." he assured her. Another hand extended to hold her furless cheek. "What might you be doing on an evening such as this?" he inquired.

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Looking up upon the felinic face, the sweet burn-type offers hesitantly a smile. Reassurances were always appreciated, and the depth of his voice at so young an age reminded her of how the adults she knew swooned over such tones.

"I uh... I am to respect puppet masters so that they do not see fit to rend me limb from limb." she recites with a nod. It sounds more like conditioning that a proper belief.... "But you are very nice to me." Aww! Sinnarnbi wasn't perhaps the most thoughtful of creatures- but her simple ways had a certain charm to them. "I like you!" she'd state finally with a smile, rousing to a proper sit upon thin haunches whilst her tufted tail flicks and sways contentedly behind. And oh- but so sweet was her smile!

"I was looking for food." she chirps as an easy reply. What was she expecting to find at the fountain? Who knows.... She hardly looks properly capable of hunting for herself, which like as not means she scavenged the kills of other euclide. It'd explain that thinness about her. She wasn't malnourished... but she wasn't exactly sleek with fat and health.

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"Thats better." he said softly at her hesitant smile. The young puppet master released her from his golden hands and they resumed their feral form. His warm smile ever present, he shifted from his haunched position to a standing position and shook his body, little water droplets flung from his bright white coat onto the cold cobble stone street.

He then walked past her after her search for food reply. "You must be hungry. He noted. "Come, I'm sure my mother will have something for us." he looked back to see if she would follow. His mother was a good hunter, a gorgeous Marionette she was aswell. She could enchant the must sober of men to the theatre right into the clutches of the other members. Although she usually targeted drunks, they were the easiest. He hoped they would all take to the little burn type, or that she wouldn't be overwhelmed.

[ferabird]

The prospect of a good feeding, charity though it may be, was enough to lift the vibrantly-colored kitten's spirits and muzzle alike! Eyes all but glimmered with pleasure at the notion, milky iris' shining... "Your mother will feed other kits? She must be the bestest and prettiest euclides of all!" Sure it was childish logic, but when accompanied by a lively little frolic of eagerly dancing paces... it could be nothing but adorable.

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Her sudden high spirits amused the prince, she might've been abit childish but she was refreshing company. He didn't have to prove himself around her.

She might've not been the bestest of Euclides, but she would cater to her sons friends. Oh how she was beautiful. The young bebe wouldn't tell his company that she was half cannibal, he wouldn't want to scare her.

"It won't be a long way. This alley is a shortcut." He said to her and he entered an alley. His feline head looked back to see if she would follow into the darkness. It was stinky and so unbefitting of the golden prince but he had to take it if he wanted to get there quickly.

[ferabird]

(I'm SO sorry about the wait. RL stress and getting my wisdom teeth out has been killing me.)

The sweet-tempered little burn-type doesn't once falter or hesitate in following. She'd properly follow that fluffy canine tail of white and gold wherever it went, be it through the impenetrable thick blackness of an alley and the stink of the social filth. His strides would likely be longer than hers, but she'd no qualm in scampering to keep up. She hadn't such pride as could be trodden by things of that nature...

Oh, but how she looked forward to meeting the dam of her new friend! Certainly she must be lovely like him...

"I'm coming!" she'd call as again he paused for her to catch up, cubbishly overlarge ears flopping comically and her tufted tail lofted behind with the energy about her.

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(ooc:Its ok I know how real life can be, I hope you feel better.)

Kumasithinju smiled at the little puppet that followed behind him, it made him feel big-not in the sence of she being of a lower rank more like that he finally got to lead. He found pride in that she would follow him into the intimidating alley.

His mind was still focused on the task ahead, getting them both back to the theatre. He wouldn't admit it, but he too started to feel the pain of hunger but it wasn't close to what she was feeling.

Before they knew it a creature came from the shadows. It was an Euclides, pure white in color exept for a mark on her head. Bangles danced around her paw.


"Young prince, your mother has sent for you." She said, it seemed they knew eachouther. Her tone was very respectful, something like a butler but her head was low to the ground. It was obvious she was a puppet. Her misty eyes trailed to Sinarrnbi and her eyes questioned her prescence. But she didn't say a word.

Kuma turned to Sinarrnbi. "This is Silabine." He gave her a small smile. With a small nod of his head, Silabine turned away to lead them away.

[ferabird]

The sudden and unannounced appearance of a stranger, and adult stranger, earns from the prince's little follower a squeek of dismay followed by a likely unexpected reaction. Rather than scamper away or drop submissively to her belly, the simple girl scrabbles behind the odd little patchwork, cowering. How's that for an ego boost? She'll calm down quickly enough upon realizing the two were friends, expression incredibly sheepish as she pokes her head out from behind one golden-sailed wing.

"Uh.... hello!" she'd pipe up once she was adressed, finally taking a step or two from behind the young puppet master. It'd not be until they started walking again that she spoke to the little prince in a childishly loud whisper, "She's very pretty!" She was enthralled by pretty things, like any youngling. And she yearned to grow up to be so lovely herself. Her initial reaction had been something to be expected, really. There was many a euclides out there that would not think twice about attacking, killing, or carelessly injuring an unclaimed child.

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Indeed, the little burn-type taking shelter behind the young puppet master did boost his ego. He gave her a small reassuring smile.

Silabine didn't say a word, just nodded in acknoledgement. She was quite quick, even Kuma had to widen his strides. Every once in awhile he looked back to make sure his friend was following.

Sure enough, they eventually came to a theatre. It opened up into such a large space so quickly from the relative cramped space of the alleyway, they had to suddenly stop. The magestic structure revieled that of the young prince. In the dimming light, the theatre casted a large shadow that cloaked them in darkness. Happly, Kuma turned to Sinnarnbi. "we are here." he said. Silabine quickly slipped through the copper door, Kuma stayed behind to escort his friend into the theatre. "Shall we?" he flashed a charming grin.