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#1
Amy had returned with luxuries overflowing from her wagon. There were practical items of course, weapons and medication and other such venues that might be wanted. Eris had made it clear what she wanted though, and that was what the majority of her wagon carried. Wolf pelts, warm and soft, books, medical in nature, historical in nature, educational in nature, spices so thick and heavenly that it would make one's heart soar with the scent. It could be used for more than that, cooking and tea, but it was the smell that let it be selected.

Hand crafted jewelry was available in her wagon as well, beautiful leather crafted items beaded with gems. In her arm Amy carried a young doe, heavy with kits. The rabbits had multiplied quite well. Amy had known that her trade would pay off, and it had done more than that now. A gift for the pack, in exchange for a night's stay in their land. If they would allow it. Amy certainly hoped so, as the gift she had brought was extremely valuable.
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Hewwoo~ Quick and odd question: What kinds of rabbits does Amy have, and does she have contacts that can get hold of angora rabbits? XD

His feet carried him along the changing banks of the river bordering Salsola’s claimed Kingdom, and eventually it became clear that the monotone touch in his days was to be interrupted. He would prefer the change to be positive, but he wasn’t one to put too much weight on anticipation. Except nothing, and one would never have to be surprised. The elegant katana was attached to the belt he had wrapped about his hip. With the blooming summer he found less need to wear the black, chaos-starred coat, so he walked without clothing as nature always had willed it.

Itachi wasn’t familiar with this woman and her wagon, but although it was not possible to detect anything in his stony, strict body language, the man was instantly intrigued. Wolfish yet hybrid ears pulled back slightly as he threaded somewhat wearily at first. Uniquely coloured eyes took in the trader’s wagon as if he hadn’t seen anything like it. He didn’t immediately detect the owner, but once his eyes found her, he didn’t let go. There was no hostility in his behaviour, but nor was there any warmth whatsoever. She was the stranger here, and he waited to see if she would pick up the cue and grant him her name and her reason for being here.

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OOC: just regular rabbits, but she can find angora rabbits. will just be difficult

She was used to the unusual way of answering her calls. Sometimes there was a howl, sometimes she simply had to wait until someone appeared. It looked like today she would be waiting. Getting comfortable Amy opened a bottle of wine. She sipped from it as she watched for someone to come. It was a light drink, so she would still have her head when someone arrived. It was a pleasant enough day, but she was eager to get rid of the rabbit. They had been around for too long. They did good trade, but they multiplied so much. Adara had her hands full caring for them.

Someone did arrive eventually. The male was cream in color, muscular. She waited for him to speak, but his attention was wholly focused on her wagon. She hadn't opened it up, so while some of the goods could be seen most were out of sight. The way she liked it. Deterred thieves. Red eyes finally focused on her, studying her with every inch of the intensity shown to her wagon. Her lips curled slightly, unsure if she was amused or irritated by his actions. I've come to trade.
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Oeoe

Black pupils amidst glorious sunsets focused on the light curl of the woman’s lips, but that was all that revealed his notice of her initial response to his appearance. Strangers should tread lightly around the lands of Salsola, but Itachi was rarely a hostile creature to stumble upon unless he judged the other to be a threat.

No name was given, but she revealed the reasons for being there. Acceptable. He had encountered far worse individuals, and the woman made no errors. Trips to Freetown were not rare for the Salsolan people, but it was rare for him to encounter travelling traders. He found himself empty handed at the moment, but there were a few precious objects in the den he shared with China that he thought could be of value, as similar items had been accepted gracefully in the free city.

”What do you have to offer?” the man calmly wondered, now stepping closer to the woman and the wagon, as a dialogue had begun. Her wares were not on free display at this time, so he would need her good will to discover what he could obtain through trade. Perhaps she would be unwilling as long as he didn’t currently carry any valuables with him. Then again, what was the point in going to and fro if he was only to discover that she had nothing he desired?

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He was rather silent. Again, different from what she had experienced. Amy had met weak subordinates, easy to manipulate, and strong powerful demanding presences. This one was neither, simply watching. He didn't seem inclined to either please her or be pleased, just taking it as it was. He moved closer to the wagon, a slight curiosity aroused by her words. Amy watched him with care, hoping that he might reveal something in his movement that would allow her to get a better grasp on what she was dealing with. He was so opaque, Amy didn't want to be used.

I have many items that might be considered valuable. It depends on what you are searching for. I have pelts, clothing to cover the body. I have weapons that are kept ready to take life. I have herbs for all uses. I also have some livestock. She gestured towards the fat rabbit cradled in her arms. The creature seemed terrified stiff, the whites of it's eyes showing as it continued a slow chew. It was almost comical in appearance, drooping over itself.
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She seemed to list up a great general overview of what she had to offer. Although Itachi and his silvery lady had just barely started to create a real home for themselves, he didn’t find himself lacking much in particular. China was modest with what she desired to own, and he himself had never been much a collector of anything. The blonde only required necessities, not luxuries. Salsola’s members had also become somewhat richer after the aggressive problem group had been taken care of.

The notion of livestock would seem to catch his attention, though nothing did visually suggest this. Scarlet eyes climbed down to the well fed rabbit in the trader’s arm, as if it had not been discovered until now. Both Anathema and Salsola had livestock, but he hadn’t considered keeping smaller game in such a way. Canines kept all sorts of critters as pets and companions these days, so he didn’t doubt that rabbits too could be somewhat “tamed”.

”Variety of livestock?” the monotone voice asked, interested to know if there was more to consider than mere rabbits. His and China’s home had space for much, but there was much that had yet to be determined. This wouldn’t benefit any of the co-ranks he worked on, but he wasn’t a creature that strived for glory in any way. There was no specific path he needed to stay on, really.

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It looked like she finally had his attention. His eyes drifted down slowly until they reached the pregnant doe. The rabbit reacted as much to his gaze as he had reacted to anything Amy had said, both amazingly blank. In the rabbit's case, Amy was fairly certain it was just stupidity that caused that. With the one she was dealing with, it might be a case of manipulation. She didn't know, just letting the rabbit remain settled in her arms as he studied it. Was that a flicker of interest she saw? Hopefully it was. It would give her something to go after.

I have rabbits for now, as well as a horse. Other livestock would take time to fetch, but I can acquire them. Her voice was as steady as his own, though much more friendly in tone. She had to be, acting cold and disdainful drove off customers. That wasn't to say she didn't act that way. Just that it meant there was no intention of trade for her. Her hands stroked through the fur, doing her best to not show impatience. She had control, very little emotion showing on her face, but it was nothing compared to what she was being shown, and it was driving her crazy.
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If she didn’t immediately have them in her possession, he imagined the price would automatically become steeper. He wasn’t out looking for anything in particular. Perhaps it could be called empty browsing, but with a higher variety of wares rose the possibility of a good sale. Not that he was a trader or anything of the sort. He knew very little about this trade, and had only acquired the basics from his trade trips to Freetown. And every time he went there, instructions travelled with him, making everything much easier than it could be.

But rabbits; plural. Cold eyes lingered on the feminine fingers that brushed through the soft rabbit-fur. Itachi had never touched a live rabbit with anything else but his fangs. He wasn’t a curious thing, but there was the slight desire to touch it. ”Do you find it worthwhile, keeping leporids?" He somewhat expected her answer to be biased and pampered, as he had discovered other freetraders' had been.

Another, last step brought him close enough to touch both the female and her little pet if he stretched his arm forward. His body expressed no foul intents, but he wondered if perhaps he was pushing her boundaries much too soon. His hand gently lifted towards the animal, hovered. His eyes were on the woman though, for he would make no move without her permission. ”May I?” He only wished to know what a live rabbit felt like.

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She smiled, watching his gaze drink in the rabbit. It would be so easy to twist her claws and kill the doe, the kits inside never having the chance to breath. Would he be shocked? Or simply take it in stride? The only thing she had to measure him with was the rabbit, the only thing he'd shown the slightest level of interest in. Easy meat and an easy source of fur. They multiply quickly as well. Keep them penned out where there's grass and you never have to worry about them. In her case traveling all the time meant it took more effort than that, but it was worthwhile enough.

He moved closer, Amy watching him intensely. This was the borders of his pack, so she couldn't discipline him if he crossed the line in the usual manner. That didn't mean she was a pushover. Deciding she was alright with the approach she allowed him to continue, hand hovering. Red eyes locked with her soft brown ones. His own, despite the fierce coloring, revealed a more gentle nature than the one holding the rabbit. Of course.
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Rabbit was Itachi’s most common meal, so he guessed he should consider this scene slightly odd. But he was a canine of acceptance. The female before him accepted his wish without visible trouble. Of course, as a potential buyer, he was permitted to touch. The Lykoi’s cold gaze remained locked with hers for a moment longer before they retreated back to the game in her hands. Having not only one, but two predators so horribly close, he’d half expected it to cry out. It wasn’t rare for prey to cry out as they watched dead approach with merciless fangs designed to kill, and a rabbit’s cry could chew through flesh and stone with its intensity. He wasn’t particularly bothered by that sound. After all, he was a born predator like the rest of his species.

White-gold fingertips brushed along the fur, and he wasn’t surprised at its unique silkiness. But what was different today was that the animal was warm and still alive. The echoes of its rapid heartbeat hummed against his fingers, and he was reminded of the unquenchable thirst that always burned in his throat, albeit usually muted. Memory reminded him the taste of hot blood flooding his appreciative tongue, and the pace of a dying heart; rapid at first, then slowing into perfect stillness. An animal designed to nurture those listed higher in nature’s hierarchy. Itachi wasn’t soft. Some Salsolans had turned away or turned still with horror when a slave had rebelled during the dinner. He had put the slave’s blood to his lips and savoured the taste.

”I could ensnare a few rabbits myself in these lands, so I’m uncertain if it would be profitable for me to purchase these long-eared animals from you,” he said, seeking to know the female and the price she had set on her wares with such delicious heartbeats.

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The fingers trailed over the tame rabbit. Amy watched closely to make sure that the rabbit didn't come to any harm from the one she was dealing with. If a single scratch or cry of panic escaped from the rabbit he would be punished for damaging her goods. The lust that welled in his eyes was one she was familiar with. It looked like they had more in common than she had thought. Keeping the thirst for blood in check was difficult, but Amy managed. There wasn't much choice in the matter if she wanted to survive and do as she pleased. Just because she wanted to kill didn't mean it would always benefit her.

Would they be as well fed? Would they multiply as quickly? Would you be able to take their furs undamaged? True, fur usually came out intact from snares, but accidents happened. She had seen it where the rabbits had refused to stop fighting as they choked, destroying the fur with their own blood. They take less effort, even less than snaring. There are those that would keep them as...companions, as well. Something Amy considered pointless, but it profited her, so she wouldn't question it. She isn't very expensive. Just some jewels, or the answers to some questions.
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Jewels overall were as pointless as keeping live animals for mere pleasure in the male’s opinion, for they all they did was to twinkle. But many others treasures pretty rocks, and didn’t see it as such a pointless luxury as he did. Itachi might be hypocritical, for he owned a horse and a flock of pitch black crows. The horse had been a gift, and the crows were intended for espionage and scouting purposes. They made themselves useful, and therefore did not end up a meal.

Obtaining tamed rabbits through trade would take less effort, but would cost nothing but the mere process of catching them. The alternative could seem cheaper to some, but it could turn quite expensive depending on the nature of her questions. His hand withdrew from the warm blooded animal, and his calm gaze patiently lifted to meet hers again. Itachi wasn’t the most paranoid and secretive member of the Kingdom of Thorns, but there were many things he knew he wasn’t at liberty to discuss with outsiders.

Answers would grant him easy meat quicker than the trek back home to retrieve the bag of remaining unused gems that were left after he had spent months gathering the useless stones to make something special for someone very special. The hybrid’s handsome face titled slightly to the side, and he calmly crossed his arms across his chest. ”What is the nature of your questions?” he asked, willing to hear her out before the launch of the haggle.

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His head tilted with consideration, weighing her request. Amy could wait. He wasn't the first customer to need time to consider. Amy didn't always give them that time, depending on what the price was. Someone truly desperate could be pushed into agreeing to things they normally wouldn't. Rush someone who was already suspicious though, and all grounds could be lost. Amy struggled to take his measure, so waiting was best. It would give her the results that she desired the most if played right.

Smiling she stroked the rabbit, feeling the pulsing life beneath her. It actually made her hungry. She had to hold on just a little while longer. She could lose her composure after the deal was sealed. Salsola's nature. There are some things I understand. Your strict hierarchy, your use of slaves. Other parts are completely clouded for me. I'd like to understand it better. Hopefully this was agreeable to him. Not everyone felt comfortable explaining a pack, or if they did fed her half truths and lies. She just wanted to know what their intent was. Hard to tell with the variety she met.
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Salsola’s nature was considered to be quite different than that of most of the packs in the ’Souls lands. At the same time, there were parallels that did remind the blonde man of Inferni, the clan he had been born into. Kaena had a slave living with her when she served as his guardian when Halo could no longer take care of him, and so the slavery part should be a natural thing in his life. He’d never wished to settle down permanently when he was younger, but today he was glad that the tide of time had brought him to this place and the people that lived here. Canines could gossip as much as they’d like, but he had found his place to be.

”Would you be so kind to specify?” he asked her, for he found her to be too vague for him to evaluate the innocence of her curiosity. Some facts were free for all to know, others not at all. Ears stood still on top of his dark golden locks. His tongue rummaged against the back of his locked teeth, dreaming of a raw meal. It would be time to hunt after he was finished with this unnamed trader. Ah, yes. Names. ”My name is Itachi, by the way.” he kindly offered, though with a voice unchanged.

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Nodding her head Amy thought about the pack. She considered what she knew of it briefly before speaking. The members I've interacted with are always very careful to avoid acting above their station. Is their leader so powerful as to draw this from them? She is very interesting in her actions. I've also met those I would consider as slaves who have asked for trade. Are they simply low ranking, or do you allow that to happen? Are your punishments as...tasteful as I believe they are? Amy licked her lips at the last time, eyes gleaming with blood lust.

His voice was still as flat as before as he offered his name. Itachi Lykoi. She'd remember that. His specification of his last name told her to watch for other members of his family, and remember him as that happened. That was why she gave her last name. So the canines would remember, and treat her family with the respect they deserved if they chose to cross the ocean to come here. My name is Amy Sunders. A pleasure to talk with someone so interesting. She watched for any emotional hints, curious why he had become so good at hiding what he felt.
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Apologies for the wait! I went to Paris and forgot put up a notice about it. :c

He knew not the common regulations that existed in normal wolf packs. He knew that both the clan and Salsola were different in structure and behaviour. He was a child of mixed worlds, and it was the one thing he seemed to have in common with the majority of his fellow pack members. Perhaps Salsola was a general representation of a mixed canine group. Or perhaps not. He didn’t know. But Itachi knew what was expected from them, and it seemed that the woman, who in a moment would reveal herself as Amy Sunders, had caught the gist of it. It was indeed important that a canine was not to act above their station.

Sirius was an intriguing character, and commanded his underlings well. Itachi had received fair punishment more than once during his stay in the pack of thorns, but his King had never struck without reason. ”I do not know the differences between Salsola and the other packs,” the man spoke truthfully. Did the Salsolan leaders partly steal away their members’ freedom? His opinion did not match that version. There were many questions in her dialogue. ”but our leaders draw their strength from the pack. We are all family.” Except for the newcomers, the low ranked and the slaves, naturally.

”And we do not communicate with outsiders too openly, I suppose.” Itachi only sporadically socialized with others outside his pack in general, but this was more part of his asocial personality, and had little to do with Salsola’s general attitude towards all that did not belong to the pack. As for the slaves, he cared little for them, and knew next to nothing about what filled up their daily work schedule. It did not seem extreme that they were sent to trade certain items. Then again, it could as easily be lower ranked members. ”If a slave is trusted by its Master, I believe it is possible that you’ve met some of them.” the male answered impassively, not knowing the truth as he would have had to be there himself to recognize the different slaves. ”They can be recognized by their pierced nose.” That should make it possible for her to decide, at least.

Itachi thought he could recognize a hunger in her, as she spoke of Salsola’s punishments as.. tasteful. What a strange way to express interest for methods that most would find horrible. But it was an emotion that he could recognize. Although he was not able to let his occasional desire for blood become visible for others, he knew what he was. Perhaps this Amy Sunders was a monster too.

”Perhaps they are,” he mused, but this was not a subject suitable for spilling details. ”Criminals are punished, and it is ensured that they will not forget the code of conduct a second time.” The slave at the feast had been lucky to keep his life. If disobedience came on display again, Itachi did not think he would keep his life.

The Lykoi found it strange that she thought him interesting, but lies easily slipped past lips that sought to please and woo. Or perhaps she detected his flawed being and found him entertaining. All was possible; he knew not what thoughts went through a stranger’s mind.

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Amy listened as he spoke, answering her questions. It didn't sound like members of this pack got out very often. Not something Amy actually cared for herself. Then again, she tended to be the one in control of her life. If anything moved to get in the way of that, she tended to remove it by force. On occasion she would try more gentle means, but the direct route tended to work best for her, with the short amount of patience that she had when dealing with anything outside of trading.

So she hadn't met any slaves then. Amy certainly wouldn't trust a slave to do such a thing. His response in what manner the punishments were handed out in was less than satisfactory, but from what he had said the pack was rather secretive in it's nature. She was lucky to have gained as much knowledge as she had. Nodding her head with respect Amy held out the rabbit for her end of the garden. Your answers have been useful. She would have much to think on about this pack.
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No words rose in continuous questioning as he gave his somewhat short clipped answers. However, as soon as his voice finished, she seemed somewhat satisfied – for now, at least. Her muzzle bobbed in respect, and his own, narrow somewhat copied that motion, though it was more a move of acknowledgement. Although he pondered if he one day was to reach for a position as a Salsolan scout, he wasn’t extremely gossipy, himself. Perhaps this could prove to be a problem – perhaps it was something he should consider; using knowledge to trade for news and secrets for others. That would be a dangerous task, considering Salsola’s secretive ways. It would be easy to overstep boundaries.

The male was pleased that she didn’t ask for more. The yellow female held out the rabbit and judged his answers as useful. Very well – he supposed he was glad to be of service. White-golden hands reached out in response and took over the slight weight, only with some natural clumsiness, as the Lykoi had never held an actual live animal before in such a way. Instinct wanted his sharp nailed fingers to curl and rip through the soft fur, but it was simple to resist such primitive urges.

And it was at this point the Salsolan realized that it was not ridiculous amounts of fat that made up for the bunny’s unnatural size; it was pregnant. His stone mask was not moved by this, but inwardly, he was positively surprised. It gave him the feeling of having negotiated his way to a good deal. He didn’t know if it was true, and frankly, nor did he care. The price he had paid for the animal was acceptable to him, and therefore he would not consider it overprized. ”I’m grateful,” his voice said, relaxed sunset eyes lifting to hers after cruising the rabbit for a few moments.

”I bid you a kind farewell, Amy Sunders,” the man finished, underlining his desire to end their interaction. The animal was carefully, yet firmly cradled in his arms, and he somewhat dreaded the possibility that he managed to lose his grip and have it flee before he got home. Rabbits were not made to rest motionless in the arms of creatures that considered it food. His scarlet eyes watched her only a moment longer before he turned to pace away from her wagon. Perhaps another would have issue with the woman staying at this location (he didn’t know if she was moving on or staying the night), but he wasn’t one to stir up trouble. He didn’t have the power to allow traders sanctuary, but he didn’t find any solid reason for why he should be chasing this one away either.

Now, he knew of a certain, silvery creature back home that was likely to cry in joy once she realized what her companion returned home with.


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