Nov 24
Amy was pleased with the trades she'd gotten at her last stop. They weren't top quality, but it was better than before. She'd made it quite clear that whatever the request she could fill it, for a price of course. Not even the slave's escape attempt could put a damper on her mood. The girl had been properly disciplined, and that's what mattered. Wagging her tail Amy explored the territory before her. This was her new kingdom.
Granted, there were packs inside it, but they would serve her and not be a nuisance. At least, she believed they wouldn't be a nuisance. Amy planned on using the packs to fatten her goods and live a comfortable lifestyle. Those that got in the way of this plan would meet a rather unfortunate end. This included the packs that stood in her way. A couple favors planted here and there and they would have no choice but to listen to her. If they still tried to rebel Amy would have no choice but to kill them. Her lips curled into a mocking smile. Yes, it would be a shame to do so.
A customer! Amy stopped moving, the horse halting beside her. The slave had been tied to the back, forced to walk with them. Normally she'd bundle the girl up with the rest of the merchandise, but she didn't want her to fall asleep. Keeping her moving was a good way to present that. Amy cocked her ears up, listening to the howl. It was the deep call of a wolf. Her reply wouldn't be as nice, but she would try. Amy lifted her head, letting out a loud howl. It was short and deep, unable to carry like a wolf's.
Eagerly she rushed around, brushing dirt off from her body. She must look presentable to buyers. Amy didn't want a reputation as a disputable person that couldn't be trusted. She yanked her hands through her hair, pulling out the snarls in her ponytail. She pushed back the fabric covering, revealing a treasure trove most canines would spend a lifetime searching for. The trades had been difficult, but at times like this she found it completely worthwhile. Amy checked her outfit. It was a nice purple mini skirt. She'd topped it off with a dark green t-shirt that hugged her figure. She was ready to greet anybody.
Alexandrea blinked and swerved her ears back, hearing the call of a wolf nearby and only seconds after did she feel the cart stop and the rope that bound her to the wagon slacked slightly and the young Luperci rubbed at her sore wrists with her long muzzle. She then heard the merchant return the call and it was at that moment that she spared a glance over her should to stare at the one who had howled before. Her head was hung low and her ears were flattened against her head… she was still suffering from the punishment she was given with her last escape attempt, and she was struggling to keep any hope alive inside her.
She let out a soft, almost inaudible, whimper as she fell to her knees her bushy tail hanging limp over the ground. She sagged forward with her shoulders limp in defeat and her eyes dull with despair. Attempting at lightening her mood, she tried to distract herself as she turned her head again the gaze at the stranger. She tried to focus on the other Luperci and get a good view, but it seemed that whoever it was, they were keeping quite a respectful distance. She was, however, able to notice the horse that the stranger was riding upon.
[ooc: 217 word count... aww. Where'd my muse go? >.<]