Fur and Axe

[Amy Sunders]

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.

[Saxif Goldenfeather]

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Saxif had a bit of glow about her as she rode with Jager at a steady pace. With the first snowfall she knew it was the perfect time to peddle of her pelts. So she had wandered to the common areas merchants and loners might be and patiently sought out what she needed. She wished she had larger pieces but with the broken arm it proved to be the only decent prey she could trap.

When she made the plan she used nothing but live traps in order to properly kill and bleed the animals as not to ruin the fur. They were definitely the best work she’s done and took much pride in them. So the pack that rested on either side of the horse was openly decorated with the different shades of pelts as the rabbits had begun to lighten. It was like waving a flag saying that she was ready to trade. Within the pack were fresh and dried meats, some lightly spiced with local herbs others left plain. Much was from the help of a friend who had been learning to cook so she was grateful for that. She hoped she could get a decent bounty with what she had to offer.

She noticed the tracks before she set eyes on the light colored female in the distance. She let out a howl that stated her desire to trade as she carefully approached. Jager grew discomforted by the presence of the other luperci forcing the hunter to jerk the reign slightly. Behave. She warned and paused at a distance awaiting a response. She had her hand on her chest gripping the string of her intricately decorated bow incase the stranger was hostile. Her draw would be swift, she had no doubt in that so she just watched and listened.

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[Amy Sunders]

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 Sacnite]

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? >.<]