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- Leon Hughes - 02-04-2012 [html] http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... ontab1.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> </style> It had been well over a month since Leon had met up with Amy and ordered two baby fossas and a horse from her. That was hopefully more than enough time for her to find them and complete the order, even though they were supposed to meet up again after two weeks. He headed toward the north of Ethereal Eclipse on his own in search of her. He had no idea where she lived, or if she was even in the area, but... it didn't hurt to look here first. Once he got into a clearing in the trees, he lifted his square jaw into the air and let out a deep howl that she would definitely hear if she were in Ethereal Eclipse today. The distinct howl faded into the air just as the steam from his breath did, and he lowered his head to peer around hopefully with his bright silver eyes.
Leon speaks - Amy Sunders - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Amy was working out of her wagon at the festival, the two fossa babies and heady stallion that had been ordered waiting in the back. Lots of sales had been made that day, filling her with exotic furs, jewelry, and even some new medicines. Her knowledge of the area and other things had increased as well, spreading with her willingness to trade items for knowledge. An item was temporary after all, and long after the item was gone Amy would still be benefiting from what she had learned. Smiling she watched a young couple stand before her shop, looking at the necklaces. A howl reached her ears, and Amy looked up. She knew that howl. It was Leon. He must be ready for his order.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Leon Hughes - 02-04-2012 [html] http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... ontab1.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> </style> Not long after his howl, one was returned-- Amy, obviously-- and she had such a doggish howl that didn't last as long as his own. She sounded somewhat close by then, too, so maybe after she heard his howl she began heading toward him and then just let him know. His heart began to pound with excitement and he began to silently pace in the clearing. His ears remained perked forward on his head as he looked in the direction he assumed Amy would come from, wringing his scarf in anticipation. Leon stopped and turned to face her when he heard the sound of two things coming; one was definitely a horse and the other was his trading companion. When she did appear in the clearing and greeted him, he gave a nod and a smirk back. "You too," he said kindly before he looked to his horse. His jaw almost dropped, and in a rather feminine gesture, he raised a hand to his mouth to cover his shock. What a gorgeous creature. This made it clear he was no doubt already absolutely happy with his stunning commission.
Leon speaks - Amy Sunders - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Amy smiled as Leon turned to the horse. He was a rather young thing, not quite full grown yet, but still full of promising strength. He would be a wonderful horse when full grown. Already Amy was calculating how much extra she could squeeze out of him, knowing that there would be a price attached to all of these. His words of amazement had her beaming. Of course. I take nothing but the best, and I can always deliver what I promise, even those that normal traders can't. Her brown eyes glimmered with pride as he looked at the tiny kits, petting them gently. This moment was worth every bit of effort, knowing that the customer was happy, that they were able to give her so much.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Leon Hughes - 02-04-2012 [html] http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... ontab1.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> </style> Leon was an extremely satisfied customer. He stroked his stallion's head again and the young thing snorted and huffed and rocked his head up and down a little. He didn't really know what was going on, but he didn't exactly care, either. He'd been in Amy's possession for a while, so he'd become used to her. Now he had to get used to this new fellow, who was apparently going to be his master. He could live with that. So long as the male didn't try to ride him, that is. Since Leon had already said his thanks, he simply nodded at her first words before his expression became more serious. He realized he was rather fucked if she did want him to off someone; all he could do was hope that she wasn't a monster who wanted anyone else dead. He figured maybe she'd ask him to build stuff or hunt or find things for her to trade and stuff. He'd find out when the time came. For now, he wasn't bothered as he'd gotten his new batch of critters to keep his mind off any potential bad that could come of this.
Leon speaks - Amy Sunders - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 She drank in the information greedily. Aniwaya. Amy had sold a slave to a member there, and a horse to another that had been leaving it. The dog already knew where it was located, with the shiny new map that she'd gained in a trade. It was a beautiful piece of work, art in it's own right. Amy smiled, her eyes glinting darkly. This was exactly the opportunity she'd been looking for. The young male was so naive, not even questioning her sudden interest in where he came from. Probably assumed that she just wanted to make sure she could find him.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Leon Hughes - 02-05-2012 [html] http://i776.photobucket.com/albums/yy46 ... ontab1.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> </style> What was said for his first favor didn't please Leon in the slightest. In fact, he almost wished she had ordered him to go kill someone. No, he didn't like this at all. Not only did he not know much about his pack to begin with, he didn't want her to have that kind of control over the pack. If she wanted to be the go-to person to get them items they needed, she could easily say no and fuck them over. Nobody wanted just one person to trade with, especially a pack. He remained very cool and calm about it though, despite his unhappiness with her demand, which he just couldn't oblige. "Well, Hon, I would if I could but I don't know anything about my pack, actually," he said with a casual shrug, gripping his new horse's reign tighter and placing his other arm over his fossa satchel.
Leon speaks - Amy Sunders - 02-05-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Amy listened patiently as Leon attempted to turn down the first favor. It was foolish, really. Especially considering the oath he had made. Amy knew that a price would be exacted, even if she wasn't the one to collect. Some suffered bad luck, some died, others watched those they cared about be harmed. Always, the price was paid. Which was exactly why Amy chose that oath. It was the reason why she accepted three favors in return for the precious bundles he now gripped tightly, afraid that she would take away. Not that she could. Amy was bound by this contract just as much as he was. She couldn't take the items back, only take things with the same value.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Leon Hughes - 02-05-2012 [html] That didn't work out as well as he thought it would. Regardless though, he couldn't give her much information as of yet anyways. He looked at her unfazed for the duration of her first little speech and gave a little shrug. "I made it clear beforehand I wasn't willing to kill anyone, and I'm still not willing. You will be paid, but I won't be a monster to do so." And he was sticking to that. He made an oath, he knew that, and he fully intended on doing the right thing to polish that oath off. "And if that knowledge is that readily available, why don't you come back with me and ask them yerself?" he tilted his head at her curiously, raising a brow. He wasn't sure why she needed him for that if she could go there and get it herself. He did notice she'd put on weight since he'd last seen her, maybe she didn't want to travel all the way. But she had a horse... He didn't really know. Or care. .leonstorm .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .leonstorm p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .leonstorm b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .leonstorm {background-color:#546479; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/ic0d1w.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:285px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .leonstorm-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; } .leonstorm .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 02-05-2012 [html] OOC here. Word Count → 000 Leon gave in to her wishes, though rather reluctantly. Amy raised a brow at his questions. She was asking the questions. Amy simply didn't believe in leaving loop holes that others could squirm through. She had collected information on the merchant pack and Ichika without any outward help. She truly was doing what she believed was correct. He was a member, and she had given him something. It was better than taking the knowledge without paying anything for it.
.amyhour b {font-weight:bold; color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 13px; margin:0px;} .amyhour {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#ac69fc; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/CeqhO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #30383c; padding: 290px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#31224b; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .amyhour .wordcount {color:#fc8cff; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #31224b; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px; text-shadow:#31224b 0px 0px 1px;} .amyhour .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} .amyhour p b:before { content: open-quote; } .amyhour p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style>[/html] - Leon Hughes - 02-05-2012 [html] So the meeting was going to come to an end at this point. Next time around he was sure he'd be a little more willing to do some favors when he didn't have a horse and two little baby fossas with him. He simply nodded at her. "Even if I do happen to leave that pack, I'd find you and let you know. Don't worry." He nodded again and with that turned away from the blonde female, gently tugging on the horse's reigns and tucking the top of the satchel over the side of it so the kittens couldn't try to get out and would hopefully settle down for the journey back to Aniwaya. He had a horse to ride now, but he obviously couldn't try now. It was a young stallion and no doubt had to be taught to carry a rider and he wasn't willing to test the beast's temperament before he got home. .leonstorm .ft-ooc {font-style:italic;} .leonstorm p {padding:3px 20px 3px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .leonstorm b {color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .leonstorm {background-color:#546479; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/ic0d1w.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:285px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:15px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .leonstorm-border {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto; border-radius:15px; } .leonstorm .ft-separator{width:250px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0px auto;} </style>[/html] |