Post by Vexa Blueclaw on Jul 4, 2009 20:57:42 GMT -5
Kumanji
The day was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. That was why, unlike usual, one particular snow leopard couldn't bring himself to stay in the stuffy old tavern looking for jobs. Kumanji, a lithe, tall, silver-furred snow leopard slipped out of the tavern leaving the smoke and cheery sounds of travelers as he stepped out onto the highroad. As soon as he stepped out of the tavern however, noise, clutter, laughter and a parculior feeling seeped into Manji. All around him mothers of various sorts were going about their shopping, heading to or from the Topaz Market with dibbuns trailing along in their wake or trotting off ahead. One or two mounted soldiers made their way through the market on the way to the gates but it was the general feeling of liveliness that made Manji want to spend his day outside.
Smiling to himself and letting the sunlight soak into his sleek black-rosetted fur, the tall leopard made his way toward the heart of the market. Slipping through clustered groups of folk, dodging merchants and making sure not to get in the way of racing dibbuns, Manji fiddled with one of the throwing daggers. He kept five throwing daggers on a holister on his right hip, a sling and pouch on his left hip. A bow and quiver were slung on his back above a worn travelers cloak, a sheathed sword also at his left hip with the sling and pouch of stones.
Why so heavily armed inside a perfectly safe fort? Well, Kumanji was a weapon's expert, versed in many types of combat from range to hand to hand, covert ops and tactical battle. A gentle beast at heart, Kumanji was a skilled warrior that just happened to have fluffy fur, intelligent silver eyes and a spot just behind his ear that made him purr. Of course nobody knew about the purring. His jobs ranged from sailing to being a bodyguard, stealing only when he absolutely had to and offering his skills to those that needed a weapon identified or needed to be taught how to fight. Now though? Kumanji could feel his inner entertainer wanting to come out and play.
Moving to the heart of the market, Manji unsheathed his five daggers and took out a flask he had had specially made. The opening of the flask was as wide as the blade of his daggers and thin enough that only the blades would fit. Inside? Well, everyone would see soon enough.
Slipping one dagger inside, Manji waited for a moment before taking it out. Repeating this process with the other five blades, Kumanji capped the flask, shed his bow, quiver, sling, stone pouch, sword and cloak. Leaving them in a pile where he could make sure no one would steal from him, Manji began to juggle the blades with expert skill. A small crowd of exited dibbuns, older beasts and mothers began to form. Flinging three blades particularly high, Manji kept two in his paws and quickly slid the blades against one another. The metal sparked and the blades lit up in flames. Tossing the two blades, Manji quickly caught the other three, tossing and clashing the blades until all five blades where alight.
Laughing to himself as he watched the blades dance over his head, Manji caught them one by one as the alchohal he had soaked them in burned off. Now hot but unlit, Manji catch them all expertly by the handle, tips pointing downward.
Clapping erupted around him and with a broad grin the handsome leopard bowed graciously. "Thank you! Thank you!" he called to the crowd graciously, three daggers in one paw and two in the other, hot blades still pointed downward as he bowed.