oh, the habits of my heart

POSTED: Fri Apr 20, 2018 5:06 pm

There was something so familiar about the long road the pair travelled. Etoile had asked for Brocade to escort her in an effort to trade with other loners who wandered the Neutral Territories - and the silver man was surprised at her natural ability to barter. Apparently she had been practicing other skills since her and Jacquard had abandoned Ame Rouge, and Brocade felt himself listening keenly as she turned items in her hands - speaking in the short clipped way she tended to when she became focused.

They met a few wanderers as they picked their way through copse after copse of straggly trees. There was a minstrel who eagerly traded them stories of fantastical flowers in the south that were dangerous and endlessly tall. Brocade had wrinkled his nose i disbelief as Etoile handed him a necklace of scraps and wood. Brocade was checking the bags again, pricking his ears towards the dark woman as she watched the minstrel go; his high-pitched song whispering to them through the trees.

<"What an outrageous story."> Brocade was known to be a non-believer, and the Minstrels tale of magic and towering flora had him chuckling softly. Etoile stood with her arms crossed, <"Sometimes there is truth in stories."> She finally turned and began to stroke Tonnerres long face, <"I remember the fortune tellers of Ame Rouge... they got some things right.">

Brocade snorted sharply through his nose and made a non-committal noise.

Magic was a useless pursuit.

They carried on, taking turns riding the large horse until at last they paused atop a hill which overlooked the unknown territory of Mistfell Veil. Brocade flared his nostrils, tilting his head into the breeze which pressed past them.

Etoile squeezed her knees to the horses side, spinning him in slow circles as she too pricked her ears - suddenly alert.

<"This wasn't here before."> Brocade was lifting his lips, tasting the air - <"Lets go closer.">

He pulled at his tunic so that it sat straighter, checking the bow that lay slung across his back. <"We have some good stuff left.">

Etoile dropped from the horse, <"Lets see who's here.">

And without asking she tipped back her head and released a wolfish cry.

Brocade and Etoile have come together and are looking to trade or gather information - this can go as well or as not well as you want! huehuehue - they are in their disguises as a travelling couple and have Tonnerre with them.

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POSTED: Sat Apr 21, 2018 11:18 am

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The sun had finally made it's appearance, dazzling beams of heat and light beat down upon the Vale and Saga had spent her day making the most of the weather she'd been born under. Though she was not along, the snowy pelted wolfdog that'd followed her from the very extremes of this land lay alongside her, functioning as a colossal pillow. Having been in her biped form for such a short amount of time, the dappled woman had found settling herself into the thick grass a difficult task until Brom had offered up his services as a living back rest. And so she sank into his thick coat and muscled chest, breathing in his warm scent. Together the discussed many a thing, though Saga tried her best to steer the male onto discussions of what he was going to pursue as a co-rank. Without fail he always managed to sidetrack the discussions with his energetic ramble. No matter though, Saga found she could listen to him all day without interruption.

Their reverie, however, was eventually interrupted. A wolfish cry sounding out from the borders. It took Saga little time to rise to her feet, this was her job, or at least it would be when she'd proved her worth. Brom followed, with less enthusiasm, his youthful idleness having not yet given way to a sense of purpose. Within a short span of time, thanks to Saga's rampant professionalism in these circumstances, they arrived to greet the strangers.

'This is Mistfell Vale, how can I help you?' she asked, eyeing the pair with bright green orbs.
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POSTED: Mon Apr 30, 2018 5:10 pm

Brocade growled softly, <"We don't even know who they are."> Etoile was laughing, plucking things from the horses back as she spoke, "How will we know if we do not ask?">

He sighed, chuffing so loudly that the woman turned to glare at him from her side of the horse. Tonnerre was calmly cropping the grass at their feet - his small ears flicking toward the carefully drawn border. The trees here were jovial looking at green, so unlike the trees that dotted Salsolan territory with their crooked branches and trailing vines. The forest here was beautiful like jade - and Brocade stood a moment to admire it before realizing that Etoile had completed her preparations and was tapping her foot impatiently.

"See, I knew someone would come."

The girl that padded her way through the trees was small - though her coloring immediately had Brocade canting his head. She was speckled everywhere, as if she had been doused in milk or rolled through sea water. Her eyes matched the backdrop of trees - and for all intents and purposes shes seemed kind, her smile loose and easy as she drew closer to the pair.

Mistfell Veil. So there was a pack here. Now.

He blinked and quietly fell into the persona of Bastian.

"Hola miss! I am Bastian and this is Eleanor," Etoile was allowing her tail to wag carefully - she hated the name he had chosen for her, "We are travellers looking to trade as we make our way north." Etoile came forward, a bag stowed over each shoulder, "We have been this way before - but... this was not here last time." Her eyes were bright like two moons, "Are you new?"

Thank you for being so patient! <3

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POSTED: Fri May 04, 2018 12:00 pm

Word Count → 000 :: np <3 sorry this is a crappy post

The ghostly coloured male was well built, toned and tempered from practised combat and Saga discretely let her gaze cross to the paler still man, a boy really, who stood abreast of her. Though she was not afraid of the stranger, she was glad for her male company. Having spent such a limited time on two feet meant a limited ability to defend herself, though as a diplomat she naturally sought to steer away from such situations.

The stranger's greeting was foreign, accented, and it was one Saga recognised as Spanish though she understood little of the tongue admittedly. He introduced himself and his companion, and the dappled creature nodded along, clearing her throat quietly she offered her own introduction, 'Saga D'Angelo, and Brom'. The blue-eyed hybrid addressed the strangers with a steely gaze, though the effect was soiled by the youthful fullness of his cheeks.

Lime eyes blinked as Saga took in their words, 'Traders?' Her interest was peaked immediately, and she gave Brom a quick glance before turning again to the strangers, 'We're always happy to welcome traders'.

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POSTED: Mon May 07, 2018 4:07 am

The white man who had travelled alongside her was quiet. His eyes inspected each of them warily as the girl chattered, and Etoile was swinging the leather straps on her shoulders absently - her expression pleasantly neutral. Brocade was smiling warmly, gesturing as he spoke in a way that was completely Bastian.

"Always welcome? I hope no one else has been through recently. We have good things. He chuffed softly and glanced again towards the mottled girl, "Is there anything in particular you or your group would find useful?"

Etoile smiled atlast, her silver studded ears flicking between the pair. "If we don't have it we can find it."

She hated the name that had been chosen to her as part of their charade - she did not understand why Salsolans were required to disguise themselves outside of their 'Kingdom'. They had spent a long time rubbing spices and cedar into their fur, tracking and backtracking through the forest to ensure that they were not followed.

Brocade patted the horse as it nudged him, "D'Angelo?" It was a familiar name - and immediately the image of their Jagermeister had his biting his lip curiously.

"Seems to be a familiar name."

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POSTED: Tue May 08, 2018 11:43 am

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Saga raised a mismatched brow as Bastian chimed in cheerfully, 'Not many, no', came her soft reply. A pale hand reached to toy with a strand of wild hair as she considered the needs of the Vale. They didn't have much admittedly, but their reasons for having relatively little were reasonable. Having only established themselves recently, there had been little time to farm or to build storage, or even to create holdings for the little animals they had. 'We are in need of most things really. Books, livestock, seeds, furs', the woman listed them off thoughtfully, 'The Vale's youth comes at the expense of wealth and infrastructure, you understand'.

Their scent was heavily masked, and Saga recognised it as no pack in the immediate area. Although they could easily be traveling merchants, or from a pack outside of Saga's ken, the spices and cedar they'd applied made the dappled girl quietly suspicious. And furthermore, as Bastian picked up on her surname, Saga felt more certain about her theory. Still, she said nothing. She had no reason to after all. The faux Spaniard (though Saga was not to know that) repeated her name curiously, musing over its familiarity.

'Does it?' was all the woman replied.

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POSTED: Fri May 11, 2018 1:36 am

Subterfuge was not something that came easily to Brocade Valentine. Being a spy was different from being a soldier, and instead of taking orders and executing them it was a game of nuance and subtle inflection. Too many questions set off alarm bells - he needed to know what to ask and when to ask it. Saga seemed eager to accept them, her youth made her malleable and warm. He could see pride in her eyes when she referred to this place, The Veil, and he wondered what they could have done to inspire such loyalty to early in their creation.

He grinned, allowing his tail a careful wag behind him.

"Well, we do have some of those items," His spanish accent was smooth between his teeth, "Perhaps if you tell us what you need we could seek it out for you, return in a few days time."

Etoile was rubbing her hands together, watching Tonnerre and comparing his splotches of color to the girl who stood before them. She could see the suspicion brewing in her expression, and without thinking Etoile padded closer - her bright silver eyes warming as she canted her head.

"We ran into some wolves up north that shared the name." She squeezed Brocades arm, "Remember?"

He smiled, "Oh yes, they took our nicest books." He pursed his lips, frowning, "But we do have some spices you could look at... see if they interest you."

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POSTED: Sun May 13, 2018 12:45 pm

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Secrecy was something that came easily to the D'Angelo woman, it was one of the traits that would have served her extremely well if she'd remained a part of the Thistle Kingdom. Truth be told, she laid claim to many traits that would have been incredibly useful in climbing her way up the rungs of the pack that she'd been born into. Diligence, intelligence, determination. Ultimately, it had been her ethics and need for justice that had driven a wedge between herself and her home culture. Saga didn't waste time mourning what could have been however, there was nothing she could do now to change the past and her previous actions and choices. Forward was the only remaining choice.

Bright eyes watched the "Spaniard', watched the way his tail moved cautiously behind him, and mismatched ears listened to his silky, practiced accent, still skeptical. She skirted past her suspicion, figuring that it would serve no good in this situation. Whether she was correct or not, attempting to unmask this pair would cause offense in any situation. Dark lips stayed reluctantly shut, as Bastian replied to her. 'Poultry, if you have some' she decided after a brief pause, 'Perhaps some feed for them and seeds to propagate it ourselves at a later date'. The time it would take them to arrange the goods would give Saga time to find something worthy of to trade. She had paper and that was it really, though thankfully paper was a commodity that was in short supply.

In the end, it was the woman that saved her companion from Saga's suspicion. Although the D'Angelo woman didn't buy it, she accepted the excuse with an understanding nod. This was not the time, nor the place, to make enemies. It was easier and safer for her to lap up the half-truths and lies and leave it at that. Moving on, the mottled girl focussed on the promise of spices, remembering how Jura liked to cook, 'Spices you say?' Her words bubbled with interest, she knew spices. Her father had been a great believer in the art of healing with spices and plants and the three D'Angelo siblings had often been subjected to long lectures on the matter. Still, the youngest of the three retained that information, most of it at least. Perhaps Talon would find some use out of whatever she could get from this mysterious duo.

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POSTED: Sun May 27, 2018 1:20 am

The newness of the place was all that Brocade could think about as Saga named the items she sought; chickens, feed, and seeds. All things that were new and spoke of a pack that was still establishing itself in the North. Brocade wondered if there were other items that the pack was lacking. He thought of Helena and the packs stores – ”Si, spices.” Etoile was padding forward with an eager smile opening the bag as she went, ”We’ve brought them a long way chica. Have a sniff.”

Brocade rumbled softly, ”What would you say if we returned in a month’s time with the items that you’ve asked for?”

His tail wagged behind him as Etoile passed Saga two bags of spices, ”Perhaps then you will have something wonderful to trade.” They were small bags of leather that had been bound with twine - filled with herbs that they had collected from Salsolas garden. They were simple - no where near as exotic as their spanish accents would lead the mottled girl to believe.

Would you like to fade? We can set up a follow up trade with CHICKENS! :>

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