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The crowds of canines had made the Dreamer uneasy at first. She had ask that she and her son skirt the fringes of the camp of merchants before walking among them. Oak had been hesitant, eager to see all the different things that could be obtained by his efforts, and all the other faces that would mostly be foreign and excitingly new. The fey wore the long garment she usually wore since the beginnings of winter. It was a plain fabric, hooded and with long flowing sleeves. A braided rope gathered the habit at her thin waist, and she faded into the crowd beside the autumn hued male that escorted her.
She had discussed what they were looking for, though that was only after Oak convinced her to visit the market place. The female did not wish to be part of the gathering, finding it odd that the packs would all be drawn together in such a way. But, such change and differences could bring good things. Connections, and alliances that Crimson Dreams had lost in the war that they had waged in the past year. So she conceded, and now as blue eyes looked around her curiosity was spiked and a smile was worn on her face.
The broad chested male pointed, asking about the spices or wondering if they needed something that Anu knew that they certainly did not. She was a practical wolfess, and she hoped to instill such a thing in Oak. The mother found that he liked unique things, things far less plain then his namesake. She looked for Alder, who no doubt would use the gathering of wolves for his Marshal purposes; seeking new horses or tack. A dark rusty and charcoal hued paw touched her shoulder, directing her attention to a display and breaking her flow of thoughts...
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01-17-2012, 07:09 PM
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Amy Sunders
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When word got out that there was a traveling group of merchants coming to the land, Amy had raged. The messenger had been killed, and for days the forest had been filled with creatures unfortunate enough to come across her. It was lucky that she was pregnant, or she would have shifted into secui form and tried to take on all of them. It was a rather recent discovery for her, though she did at least know who the father was. Perhaps she'd make a stop by, show him the results. For now though, it was a barely noticeable lump, a harder patch on her body.
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01-17-2012, 08:21 PM
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01-17-2012, 08:36 PM
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Amy Sunders
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Amy examined the meat they brought happily. It would be welcome for her, since she rarely stopped to get food, and had lived in a world where she had no need to hunt. It left her lacking, though her skill at tracking was not one to be underestimated. When it came to finding those that cheated her, Amy knew no bounds. Only her pregnancy kept her strength from being greater, trapping her truly in optime form. Yes, it was her most used form. She loved the power that secui gave her though, and would even occasionally dip into lupine to relax, though that had only happened once in the months of her being here.
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01-18-2012, 10:49 AM
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01-18-2012, 12:37 PM
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Amy Sunders
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The female she spoke with seemed rather overwhelmed, replying to her comment instead of the question she'd presented. Amy listened politely as she spoke about the silence of the pack lands. I'm afraid I wouldn't know such things, being a traveler myself and coming from a place where such things are common. It was part of the reason why this festival worried her, the fact that it was something from the more civilized land she'd come from and such progress could get in the way of her plans. Amy wanted to take advantage of the woman, but understood this was not the time or place for doing so. Today she was proving herself better than the strangers around them, and Amy would take the losses for the gains she'd have later.
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01-19-2012, 02:46 PM
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Amy Sunders
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Oak dove right in to the collection of daggers she'd set forth. Amy smiled as he examined them one by one, drawn to the ones with intricate designs. All of the daggers were quite good, of course, as Amy never knew when she'd need to use one herself. When it came to actual fighting though, she preferred the plain ones, as they often offered a better grip, and there was less chance of parts of it breaking from use. The jeweled ones could be valuable, catching the light to blind the enemy.
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01-20-2012, 09:32 PM
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Amy Sunders
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The female seemed rather surprised by the presentation. Amy smiled at Anu, glad to see that she could still pull in the crowd and keep their attention, even without thugs there to enforce her. It was the feeling she loved, trading with someone and the power she held over their emotions and what would come into their lives, even if temporarily. Amy knew that it was but a taste, but a taste was all she needed. Great driving power was something Amy had held, and did not desire. No, she simply wished to trade with everyone.
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01-23-2012, 10:12 AM
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01-23-2012, 12:18 PM
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Amy Sunders
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Happily Amy accepted the hares, examining them for any imperfections. They truly were the best of the bunch that the pair had brought, the fur barely stained and the bodies still plump. Carefully she took them and stored them with her other food supplies. Hadley would prepare them for travel later, so they would last the long trip without spoiling. The fur would be taken and put aside with the rest for possible trades in the future. Hadley took the doe and gently placed it behind the wagon, and began to skin it. Such a large kill would have to be dealt with immediately.
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01-24-2012, 09:52 AM
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