a peddler's smile, a swindler's lie

Sparrow · 06-12-2012, 03:28 PM

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“That is good,” she stated when he mentioned a blade, nodding her approval. Sparrow was not one to use human items besides ropes to aid her, but she guessed that was better to end the prey’s life with a knife than one’s own hands. It was hard for her to make the death easy on their part, but it also never occurred to her how inhumane she could have been when it came to hunting; while she definitely did not torture her prey, she did take her time to kill it whenever it suited her and there was a lesser chance at getting damaged. She learned that only so much compassion could go towards something you’re going to eat, and that they were just as deadly as her when they are alive. Her mother was injured by prey, and it kept her from hunting until her death, and the mottled woman took a lesson from that when she had started trapping.

She became a little standoffish as she came under the assumption that Zeitgeist knew Sirius. The only reason she spoke about the man was because he was a wanderer, whom at first she thought would not care much about the packs and their leaders. Rarely would she speak ill about a person, but the Boss and his pack’s ways just struck her so emotionally, she felt the need to share what she felt about the man. But, she would definitely not tell a person whom personally knew Sirius, for she did not know that they would go back and tell Salsola, and who knows what they would do to her if they catch her by herself outside of Inferni? The words were already spoken, though, and there were no taking them back. Instead, she tried to act as nonchalant as possible, as if ignoring that she said those words would make the man forget about them.

“There are not many like Sirius Revlis, and I don’t think someone would take his name if they knew it… It wouldn’t be smart, especially if they were trying to fake him around these parts.” She was certain that a façade like that would earn a few fingers and a tongue missing from the man behind the mask.

“I am sure I will not get in trouble,” she assured Z, finality clear in her tone to show that she was not backing out of the deal. Some may disagree with her trading with someone that wasn’t in a pack, but they would do nothing more than to show their verbal distaste; they did not care much what others did unless it broke law. Besides, she was sure they all wanted canines to believe better of them, especially when they did not know if the Boreas’ preaches about their impurity fell on deaf ears or not.

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