[Private] Dance Moves [Jet & Kovu]

[Kovu]

Kovu padded through the streets of the north his long tail hovering slightly above the pavement keeping his cape from dragging along the ground. The large tom had an air of confidence to him. For some reason the grey and silver siamese was in a good mood maybe it was from the Ale he had just drank at the tarven or that he seemed to be getting along well on his own in this lovely place. Either way it felt good like nothing could destroy his mood.

The young tom was just passing through the northern street's he wasn't really sure how he had gotten here in the first place all he knew is that. He had just started walking and had gone through a tarven on the way. Somehow the ale in his system had yet to take affect on his paw steps and mind. Maybe his tolerance for the amber liquid was up or he was just to out of it to realise.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet strode down the streets, her Icy eyes glinting in the light of dusk. It was lovely out, the cool breeze ruffling her chocolate-brown pelt and her bells tinkling quietly as she walked. She glided along the paths, her scarred paws moving with the graceful ease her mother had devoted herself to engraving into the sokoke’s head. She was wearing her veil this fine evening, the black fabric covering her muzzle and down to her chest. The fabric curved and dipped in a mysterious way, concealing most of identity aside from her contrasting gaze. But her eyes were a little troubled; she moved with ease, but there was little confidence in her walk. She paused quietly, glancing up ahead. She noticed a cloaked tom heading her way, and her first reaction was to prickle with distrust. Long capes and trench coats tended to make her nervous ever since she tripped on Zahara’s during her performance, landing on her face right in front of Snow. Oh, how embarrassing that had been! All those spectators….laughing. Jet kicked a small pebble, watching it skitter away as she continued to walk, her gaze trailing the tom curiously. She flicked her whiskers, but keeping silent. What if he was an assassin or a mugger? She knew nothing in the ways of combat; one of the many reasons she was going around looking for a mentor. She was tired of feeling helpless, and her curiosity seemed to have a knack for getting her in trouble. And yet there the tugging urge was again. She wanted to speak with this tom, she hadn’t met him before.

[Kovu]

Kovu's eye's caught those of the chocolate-brown sokoke. The she-cat's eyes were a stunning and somewhat interesting icy blue. The tom couldn't help but take notice in the fact that she wore a mask and that put him out of ease a little. What if he were to get mugged. The siamese had no idea how to fight hand to hand although with eye's like that Kovu assumed she could probobly talk him into giving away his hard earned shilling's. The tom's deep blue eye's were then distracted by the skittering pebble that had jumped past his paws.

With another few step's the two cat's had passed eachother. Yet the tom looked back at the masked feline. He felt and urge to go and talk to her yet he felt un-easy. He never felt un-easy usualy the tom would radiat confidence and go up to anyone and have a chat. Yet it was slowly getting dark on the street's and he had just passed by a she-cat he would later learn her name is Jet. Within taking a few steps past her Kovu managed to talk himself into turning around and walking towards her again. This time maybe snagging a conversation.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] She flicked an ear, hearing the sound of the pawsteps pause, and then continue, getting louder. He was following her! She felt a prick of fear, biting her lip. Dark coat, deep, confident eyes…this cat was defiantly a mugger. Jet’s mind reeled inside her head, What to do, what to do!? Just a couple days ago Misto had escaped being mugged by running into a tavern and meeting her, but this cat was right on her heels. The second she made a break for it, he would be ready. She reached a paw down, letting her paw-pad tip rest against the cold, comforting brass of one of the bells strapped to her belt. In tinkled in protest, and she knew there was no way some dumb cat in a scary coat was going to mug her! Her headstrong nature kicking in, she hardly thought of what would happen if he wasn’t a mugger, she was going to kick him and make a break for it! One…two…..err. His pawsteps were right behind her, and she felt her chest tighten again. This cat was dangerous, and probably had blades under that coat. Steeling herself, the dancer whirled around, pulling back a leg strengthened by years of dancing and kicking out at the tom with all the force she could muster, nearly stumbling back herself, her icy eyes wide and both fearful but triumphant as she felt the blow connect.

[Kovu]

Kovu could tell something was off with the she-cat only he couldn't put his paw on it until he felt the other dancer's foot in his gut. With a loud Groan miixed with a slight growl the darkly pelted siamese leaned down to clutch his stomach. "What the hell is your problem? Are you crazy?" The tom growled out only looking up from his sore stomach to glare at the she-cat. The tom was used to being stepped on and hit but never had he encountered a blow like that. Realising his now incapacitated state the siamese grumbled out the only thing that could possibly make sence to him now. "If you are going to steal my schillings I would do it now." The tom had never been mugged before so this was a first he wasn't sure how these things ever worked but a good kick in the gut did seem to be a very affective strategy especialy being on the receiving end of one. Then the tom felt the ale bubling up in his throat. This was the downfall of over drinking all the time. Hopping up onto his paws without any notice the large tom ran over to the nearest alley way despite the pain in his stomach. He crouched down and vomited into the alley way. With a few more hacks after all the ale and previouse meal had been emptied from his belly the tom whiped his face with his paw and turned back to look at the she-cat. "Happy now?"

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] She flicked upright her ears, her face flickering into a scowl. “MY problem? I’m not the one who goes stalking she-cats around the Northern Quarter trying to mug them!” She exclaimed, throwing her paws up in exasperation. Jet paused, raising a brow at what he was saying. This tom was weird, it was if he thought she was going to- ohhhh no. She had just kicked a random pedestrian! “You mean… you weren’t trying to mug me?” she blinked with her wide, kittish eyes, but before she could seem to get an answer out of the tom he had scampered off to vomit in a nearby alleyway. Jet wrinkled her nose in distaste, and at his snide remark she had to swallow down a retort of her own. Her frowned, glancing over the tom. The had a very athletic-looking build, but no sign of any weaponry training if he hadn’t seen her amature kick coming. Perhaps…a performer like herself? Maybe he was a fortune teller or something, she wasn’t sure. But Jet was hardly in the place to snoop after just hammering him with her foot. She held out a paw, her pretty face lighting with an apologetic stare. “Sorry about that,” she mewed, letting the ear with her earring droop sideways, “I thought you were a thug,” she confessed with a flick of her tail.

[Kovu]

He padded back over towards the masked she-cat. The tom's shoulders were kind of slumped now and his previouse confident looking appearence flickered away. "Supprisingly not the first time that has happened to me." Kovu meowed trying to make the she-cat feel a little better about kicking him. The tom's stomach was still a little queasy. When he had reached the the slender she-cat Kovu flopped down onto the ground. It felt better to be sitting down than standing up. "Well that would excplaine the kick."

His face lit up as he snickered a bit at the irony. "You wanna know something? I thought you were going to rob me." The tom had flicked back one ear as he looked up at the chocolate-brown she-cat who stood before him. "So... What is your job anyways if you aren't a mugger." In his head the tom had guessed theif just because of her mask yet you never knew appearences could be decieving he had learned that lesson about two minutes ago.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet blinked in surprise, listening to what this odd tom was saying. Her? A mugger? She tugged down the black veil so it hung loosely from her neck, as she proceeded to laugh. "Me?" she snorted, "A mugger? I can hardly wield a pair of scissors without hurting myself," she mewed, her blue eyes glistening with amusement as she raised a brow towards the dark siamese tom. "I'm a dance," she mewed, rocking back and forth on her heels slightly so that her bells gave off a tinkle. The dust light rimmed them in bright gold, and she felt a pang of pride towards her belt; her most prized possession. "And you...?" she added, glancing back up at the cat she had accidentally kicked in the gut. She still felt guilty, but she still couldnt manage to shake the feeling of pride. If he had been a real mugger, she would've shower him! But he wasn't, so she quickly flicked back to being guilty as she offered a small smile. [ short shit short ]

[Kovu]

Kovu smirked looking up at the she-cat. "Well that excplains the bells but what's with the mask?" The tom prodded but with asking information of another you have to offer up something of yourself. His mother's voice said in the back of his head. "I am a dancer as well." He meowed with a grunt as he stood up. The siamese was only slightly taller than the sokoke though they were about the same height with the tom being slightly hunched over. He wasn't used to being kicked like that and really wasn't sure how long it would take to get over the odd feeling of the dancer's foot stuck in his gut.

Trying to be the flirting and terribly shameless tom he was the siamese straightened himself up shaking off the feeling though it was still there. "I never got your name? I'm Kovu." The siamese meowed. After Jet had moved the black veil down to hang around her neck Kovu realised how stunning this she-cat actually was. No wonder she was a dancer all the tom's must be falling over her. The tom had noticed the twinkling bells around her waist. Whenever the she-cat moved the sound made Kovu smirk a bit. He could only imagine what sound they would make when she danced.

[Kitsani]

“The mask?” she echoed, the blinke din understanding, “Oh, right, my veil,” she chided, pointedly glancing down at the black piece of cloth. “I’m not really sure, I guess it just adds a bit of mystery to my performances, y’know?” she mewed in a cool voice, her bright eyes glistening as a crooked grin made them twinkle. “Another dancer, hmm?” Jet Marrow had never in her life met a male dancer. In fact, she almost wanted to do a gleeful twirl, as if faith in society had been restored. Constantly she was letting burly toms lead as they stepped on her toes and clearly had NO idea what it was that they were doing. It was defiantly a mood-killer.

As her introduced himself, the sokoke dancer flicked her feathery tail again, nodding curtly. “I’m Jet,” she purred. “Nice to meet you, Kovu,” she studied his expression. He had the darkest eyes she had ever seen, but yet they were really quite striking against his lightened muzzle, like a typical Siamese in reverse and gray scale. Something new, she was impressed, and laughing inwardly at the nature of her thoughts. She was hardly interested in any form of relationships, in fact the very thought made her grimace. Love, yeck! She just wanted to have fun, and Kovu looked like he could pull off one heck of a dance.

[Kovu]

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"Nice to meet you as well Ms.Jet." The tom purred with a swish of his long silver tail. The she-cat standing before him had stunning ice blue eye's Kovu could only guess looking into them to long would make anyone shiver. The tom took a closer look at the she-cat's expression and figured she must be as off in thought as he was. "I seem to be a minority with the entire male dancer thing. Atleast I haven't met another before." The siamese smiled a somewhat toothy grin.

Not being allowed to go out into town until his father died the tom didn't have much of an idea what anyone did for fun around here. "So my lovely, what is it you do for fun around here?" Even if the tom flirted and called her different pet names he had never really given a relationship any seriouse thought and he didn't intend to start thinking too long made his head hurt a little and it was a discomfort he tried to avoid. Considering his lack of herbal knowledge.