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Neela's voice cut through the hsutle and bustle of the festival, her normally soft tones high and clear as she sang, her eyes closed and muzzle thrust into the air while her free hand strummed her guitar in an almost frantic motion, producing a fast paced beat to go along with her singing. The collie was perched on top of a large rock, palced somewhat to the side fo the actual festival. Earlier that night the festival had spilled outwards, with a large amount of drunken canines migrating towards the edges. Neela had been roped into providing music for a short while, paid off in whiskey and meat, the former of which sat besides her on the rock and the latter of which resided in her stomach now.
The actual words of her singing were lost in the sheer noise that this section of the festival generated. The alcohol had been flowing freely over here and it was likely that Neela was one of the few canines present in this little corner of the festivities that was still sober, though she and the three bottles of whiskey sitting had plans to change that just as soon as her stint providing the entertainment was up.
There was a lull in the noise as Neela finished her song and the crowd rose to the gap, filling the air with a mixture of cheers, jeers, wolf whistles and, in some cases, bits of flying meat. A showwoman by nature Neela soaked up the attention, giving the crowd a mocking bow, meeting the jeers with her own and snagging several bits of the flying food out of the air and into her mouth.
The audience was somewhat rougher than Neela would likely ever find performing as such in Ichika, larger too, but the collie was enjoying it, finding many similarities between the intoxicated wolves here and the sailors that had made up her audience in her youth, though admittedly the latter had thrown about less sexual comments due to knowing her when she was a pup.
Still ignoring the less admirable comments from crowds was a skill that Neela had acquired early on and, with a loud laugh, the collie began another song, her voice and guitar once again echoing out over the gathering.
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