Bad Luck Comes in Threes

Amy Sunders · 02-11-2012, 07:56 PM

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This was not a good day. First some idiot tried to steal from her. Amy had ended up running through the whole festival, tracking down the one who had done that. Not someone willing to let anyone get away with such a thing had left her extremely drained by the time she found the female. An argument had ensued, causing a couple traders to need to pull her off from the female when she tried to hit her. Extremely grumpy she'd returned to the wagon with the stolen goods, only to find that it had been ransacked while she was gone.

The merchant she'd bullied into watching her wagon assured her that nothing had been stolen, but it wasn't until she'd gone through and categorized everything that she finally relaxed. Exhausted she collapsed into her seat, wishing that the pregnancy was over and done with. It ate at her far too much. She was half tempted to slit her own stomach open to get rid of the problem. It hadn't been this difficult when she'd been in Europe. Then again, she'd had control of a whole district there, and they didn't dare go against her.

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Ezequiel Isoko · 02-12-2012, 05:58 PM

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Ezequiel strode forwards through the crowd, his face stony and hostile, glaring at anybody who would dare to come too close. Despite the non-movement of the rest of his face his eyes and ears were constantly moving, twitching about to try and pinpoint any possible threats. The reason for his paranoia was currently keeping close behind him, casting fearful glances around the crowd, her fear made all the worse by Ezequiel's own agitation.

Under normal circumstances Ezequiel would have been more relaxed even in a place as busy as this, confident in his ability to deal with any threats as they arose. However keeping Anita safe was a more difficult job, his sister less quick to react than he was. It was also a job that Ezequiel took seriously above and beyond the point of paranoia.

The tri-coloured male shifted as he felt soft fur brush against his own but didn’t react beyond that. Anita, not the bravest of canines at the best of times, was reacting rather badly to being in a completely new land and recently had been tending to hover around Ezequiel, clinging to him when she felt particularly threatened and keeping as little distance as possible between them even when not. Ezequiel reached a hand backwards discreetly, grasping Anita's and giving it a comforting squeeze.

All in all the crowded gathering was the last place that either of them wanted to be but it was a necessary evil. In their hurry to escape London the two had agreed to an extortionate price and had been forced to part with many necessary items in order to gain passage over the seas. On the way south Ezequiel had been busy hunting, building up a fair collection of pelts and bones to attempt to trade here. He had also been busy carving, creating several sets of figurines. Hopefully between what he had he would be able to get some things that they needed. If possible a thick fur, he thought while bringing his arms up to rub each other. Ezequiel had been born and raised in Africa and was unused to cold temperatures such as this. While his thick fur meant it was unlikely he would actually suffer damage from the temperature, he was still rather uncomfortable.

Scanning impatiently over the market Ezequiel noticed a stall manned by a blonde dog. Figuring that one stall was as good as another he changed course and headed over, tapping his twin lightly to get her to follow.

Amy Sunders · 02-13-2012, 03:08 AM

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Grumbling the pregnant dog moved around her wagon, taking the tipped jewelry and organizing it again so that it was easy to view and access, while being kept out of reach of thieves. Not so trusting after this morning Amy emphasized her opinion of thieves with a large knife placed on top of the table. It was while she was doing this clean up that she heard someone approach from behind. Whirling Amy bared her teeth, hand reaching for her sword.

Realizing it was a customer Amy relaxed. Shaking her head slightly she moved so that she was behind her table. She studied the dog before her. A mix of some purer breeds, clearly. He had tattoos, and his possessions suggested that he came from a more humanized area. A silent timid female crouched behind him. His sister, by the smell. Amy would have guessed that she was a slave from the behavior, but she wasn't too sure with the blood relation. While some found that the best slaves came from family, Amy had never divulged in that particular practice, though she was more than willing to help break the chosen members. Can I help you?

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Ezequiel Isoko · 02-25-2012, 12:57 PM

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The female manning the stall jump at his approach, reaching for a weapon and Ezequiel responded in kind, dropping into a half-crouch as his right hand shot up over his shoulder, grasping at the leather strap which would release his bladed staff from its perch in his back. Anita yelped but jumped back with a practised motion, still staying close to Ezequiel but giving him room to swing the staff if needed.

Thankfully the shopkeeper relaxed as she realised they were customers and Ezequiel let his tensed muscles loosen, his hand dropping back down to his side though his eyes remained sharp and alert for any further signs of aggression. Seeing none he made a discreet hand signal behind his back to Anita and the two moved forward, glancing over the wares on display.

Reassured by the thick wooden table in-between her and the blonde dog Anita moves off to one side, peering curiously at some furs stacked on the table while Ezequiel turns to the merchant as she speaks up in greeting, mismatched eyes still watching her with suspicion. "We're looking for supplies. Furs and bandages, a whetstone with some oil if you have one." The words, typically for him talking to a stranger, were flat and neutral. Only the tiniest hint of his Irish accent drifting along his voice. Ezequiel reached around to his thigh, patting the sack hung there. "Got some thin pelts, leather, bones an teeth to trade. Some carvings as well." Ezequiel didn’t remove the sack, instead waiting to see what was on offer first.

From the side Anita quietly spoke up, "This one looks pretty. And warm" Ezequiel looked over to see what she was looking at and saw a large brown fur dappled with yellowish tan markings. Idly he smiled at his sister and reached over to feels the fur as he waited for the merchant to respond.

Amy Sunders · 02-25-2012, 01:57 PM

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Amy watched with interest the response from the male before her. His movements were smooth and practiced, instantly changing into a position that would allow him to easily defend himself. The sister jumped back, out of the way of the threat of violence. They had clearly been working as a team for a while. Amy watched them relax as she did, the male obviously the one in charge. They looked over her wares cautiously, the male remaining ready to fight if it came to that.

The needed supplies were listed off, and Amy nodded. Moving back to her wagon she watched the female carefully, making sure she wouldn't try to take off with anything. Amy removed some soft cotton bandaging and brought it to the front, glancing at the fur that had been selected. Smiling Amy pulled it over, adding a cougar pelt to the pile. Cautiously Amy added a whetstone to the pile, not entirely sold on giving it to them. Can I see the carvings?

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Ezequiel Isoko · 03-02-2012, 04:06 PM

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Ezequiel gave an approving hum as he ran his fingers over the cougar fur that the merchant had added to the pile, the fur was soft and felt to be good quality which reassured him that the merchant wasn't trying to cheat him.

The whetstone brought forward seemed pretty good, as did the bandages, but it seemed there was no oil with it. Annoying but not a massive problem, Ezequiel had scavenged oil from human cities before and there had been whispers floating around of a city around these parts named Halifax that he had been intending to check out anyway. Satisfied with the goods being offered him Ezequiel nodded in response to the merchant's request and carefully swung the bag off his back.

After rooting about through some of his other purchases and several rolls of thin leather left from his hunting Ezequiel pulled out a group of eight figurines. The figurines were all of a wolf pack, stood in traditional Lupus form, and were made of a dark wood polished to a shine. Ezequiel had been working on the figurines for quite a while and had put a fair amount of detail into them.

One wolf stood taller than the rest, a clear alpha with his ears high and front paws propped up on a small rock carved into the wood. Two vigilant looking wolves prowled in alternate circles while two more were show in play bows, growling playfully. The largest carving showed two wolves, the wooden figured joined together by a half eaten deer carcass while another carving showed a gamma, wooden body held close to the ground. Last but not least a mother sat tall and proud, a small wolf pup just visible against her thigh.

"There are more but those're the best." Ezequiel told the trader, hesitating a second and speaking again, "Name's Ezequiel by the way, that's my sister Anita." Ezequiel didn’t mention his second name, something he was oft to do. While Ezequiel kept his second name it was not out of honour but as reminder, certainly not something he wished to tout around.

Amy Sunders · 03-02-2012, 04:22 PM

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The figurines taken out and displayed were gorgeous. Amy actually picked them up, searching for flaws. Each one was smooth, even the mother and pup seemed to flow together, as if they could separate at any moment. The detail was incredible. A more superstitious canine might suppose a spell had been cast to turn actual wolves into these. She nodded her head, listening to his words. Her ears twitched as he mentioned that there were more. Immediately Amy wished to see them, her childish side displayed in the glint of her eyes, the part that loved beauty and still contained a piece of stained innocence.

Her merchant side won over of course, and Amy carefully arranged the wooden figurines, setting them up so she could neatly put them away. My name's Amy Sunders. I believe we have a trade. Carefully she wrapped the supplies they had purchased up so that it would be easy for them to carry. If you ever need anything again, I'll be in the north. Howl and I'll come. No matter the request, I can fulfill it. Amy picked up the figurines and placed them with great care in the wagon. Definitely one of her best trades.

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Ezequiel Isoko · 03-11-2012, 08:16 PM

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Urf, this is short but I really couldn’t think of anything else to write.

Ezequiel smiled at the appreciative look the trader was giving his carvings and hefted the package carrying his newly bought supplies onto and over his shoulder, looping a leather strap around it so that it lay along the sheath holding his staff across his back. "Thank ye, these'll do well fer the bloody cold nights around here" Ezequiel said, flashing a short grin towards Amy.

The trade was done but Ezequiel didn’t feel like moving on just yet and instead leant down on the counter, threading his fingers together, "So, i'm guessing ye've been 'round here longer than me by the stuff ye've gathered up. Mind passin' on any information 'bout the locals?" To the side Anita turned from where she had been browsing over some more of Amy's stock to listen to the conversation, head cocked to one side.

Amy Sunders · 03-12-2012, 02:23 AM

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OOC it's a trade thread. is fine for it to be short Smile

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Amy nodded politely, trying not to show what she thought of the 'cold nights'. She'd been to the arctic to trade. The winters here were nothing compared to that, though the breeze coming from the ocean could be fairly chilly. Then again, he had jackal blood, so he must be used to much warmer climates. Not caring what his opinion was Amy turned around, working through the various items still and sorting it from the ransacking it had received earlier. It didn't seem this day would improve though, as the male decided to stick around.

Her sharp eyes remained on the sister, wondering if the slave had sticky fingers. She definitely wouldn't be tolerating any theft from her wagon. No matter what the consequences were. Shrugging she glanced briefly back at Ezequiel. I get around. Information wasn't exactly something she gave away for free though. Everything came with a price, even if the tag wasn't necessarily visible. Studying the pair Amy finally settled on what to tell them. The north has packs that will welcome your kind. The south is too soft for your like. With their friendship with animals and persistence in befriending slaves it was a wonder they hadn't been wiped out by the stronger packs.

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