Absorbent. [O]

[Cinnamon]

For her second and third life taken, she had to pat herself on the back for how crisp and clean it was. The water was there to wash the blood on her hands away, and her pristine white dress didn't even get stained. A happy smile graced her face. How did she feel so alive, when she took lives? Was it like she was playing 'God'? Striking down someone because she knew she could? She hadn't a clue, but didn't mind in the least. Her feet, still patched with a bit of red here and there, were brought through the hot sand of the afternoon. A satchel full of stained water was at her side, and the wolf demon simply didn't mind.

Moving her tail to fan at her legs to keeping her cool, she looked around. Making a double-take and hiding her tail quickly. A gate? A...large...wall. To a city? What kind of city had huge walls...in the middle of a desert? Was it to keep the scorpion's at bay? Narrowing her eyes, she wandered forward, seeing two guards grow to sight in the distance. Pulling her cutest card, she acted very faint, stumbling and wheezing to them, eyes full of the despair that she didn't have. "H-help! Please! Can you l-let me through the gates? The sun is so hot...my satchel has a hole in it...my water drained out to the point there is nothing left!"

Her desperate, pleading eyes seemed to strike a cord in the guards and they had another guard escort her in, muttering something about that she didn't look like a Heartless, or something a man named...Jafar could have conjured? Blinking, she let her curiosity run rampant. A fully, thriving town lived inside of these walls. Who would have thought it to be that way? Mildly impressed, she tacked off who could be her next victim, but found no one satisfactory. She needed no money. She needed food. Water. Perhaps...a cloak to protect her fair skin.

Peering around, she hunted for the last option, squeaking as the guard left her to return to protecting the city. Eyes darted to a stand with fine colors and her world brightened. A red cloak. Red! Eying the price from this distance, she sneered and then skipped forward, placing her hands on the table to inspect the fine fabric. Smooth, soft, not quite silk...so it would absorb just a bit of heat. Not uncomfortable, though, and comfort was what mattered. Peering up at the owner, he smiled down at her, and she teared up.

"I...I'm sorry. I don't have the funds to get this.." She placed the sleeve of the cloak down, a dejected look upon her fair face. Fiddling with her ribbons, they seemed to have caught his eye, and he snatched the one at her wrist, pulling it up and inspecting it with awe. "How did you dye your cloth, young lady? It's such a clear transition from purple to this...exotic blue."

"If I show you, can I get this for free?" She practically purred, picking up the cloak and hugging it to her chest cutely, eyes wide and doe-like. "....of..course. Yes. This is a valuable trick you have that could bounce my business up greatly." He seemed to reason with himself, growing confident in his decision, and then invited her into the tent.

After a half an hour of helping him practice, he seemed to get the handle of things, and she wandered out with the cloak equipped, a patch...of red on the back. Within the tent, if one were to walk in, they would discover that the trick had been the red liquid of life. Of course...hers was demonic. And his...well. Wasn't. Looking at a few other cloaks, she grabbed one that was white and stuffed it into the satchel she had also acquired.

It seemed this day was becoming far more exciting than she could have asked for! Izzie, satisfied with her finds, pulled up her hood to obscure her face, and continued weaving into the crowd....unil she was yet another color, among the now surprisingly colorful Agrabah.