paint the sky with stars
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Forward dated to Feb. 20th, last day of the festival. James can reply then Sunny will jump in I guess? Also, TL;DR, but basically Orazio comes in, trades, then walks out.

Word Count → 716


The market stalls were still abuzz even on the last day of events, the air alive with music and chatter alike. Bangle wouldn't have missed it for the world, having set up shop early that morning within Cercatori's painterly tent, for that final chance to nab some customers. He himself had received a decent haul of new items, but nearly everything he traded would be traded once more if the coywolf found need. The worn down booth held the merchant's usual commodities, alongside the odd objects and a cage of small chickens that the pack had for sale. Beside them, Bangle had set down his golden egg - an idea the coywolf was given long ago - the spots of white underneath the crude paint still visible on its shell. This, along with everything else, did the male attempt to sell that day, but with hardly any luck.

"You sir, come now!" He called out to a passerby, as he had done to many that afternoon. "Yeh look like y' could use a thing'er two!" The dark furred man turned from his walk, glancing over his shoulder. Bangle beckoned with a claw to invite the man into the tent, and more specifically to the coywolf's booth. He seemed to pause momentarily before turning into the open tent, yellowed eyes focused on the decorated male. The dark stranger had little to carry on his form, but his satchel rang with many dull sounds as he approached, offering a warm smile. "'Ey there, friend! Can I int'rest yeh in anythin' t'day?" Bangle's grin was toothy in comparison to the other's gesture.

His own orange eyes watched closely as the dark male inspected the loose items, particularly the containers and the single clay pot near the coywolf's feet. Bangle gave the silent man only a moment before speaking again. "How 'bout a little chicken? You like? If yer lucky, they might lay golden eggs!" He quirked, pointing to the item that leaned against the cage. The man looked up, then towards the peeping chicks in the cage, then shook his head. "No." His voice was gruff, but not unfriendly. Instead, he pointed to the medium sized pot on the ground, and a plastic jar that he had set his gaze on originally. "What want?" He asked, smiling at the coywolf. In response, the multicolored male shrugged his shoulders. "That depends. What d'yeh 'ave t' trade?"

Immediately, the black male removed the satchel from his shoulder, several items clinking together as he set them upon an empty spot upon the booth. The coywolf's ears flicked eagerly as he watched the man open the satchel to see several jars and containers filled with things. "It's all," the male explained, as Bangle furrowed his brows. He himself already had many containers of things, but pointed out a small jar of fat that he took an immediate liking to. "Fat of bear," the man said with a smile. "I'll trade th' pot fer that." Bangle nodded enthusiastically. "D'yeh 'ave any dyes? Perhaps a yellow or even gold?" The coywolf looked up at the man, who seemed somewhat confused for a moment, then shuffled his hand around until he procured a jar of dark yellow dye. The liquid sloshed in its container as he let Bangle see it, and the coywolf gingerly reached for it to take a closer look. "Aye, this'll do fine! Fer those two, th' jar n' pot are yers, friend!"

The trade successful, the man smiled and bowed his head to the d'arte male and departed. "Thank ya, friend! Tell yer friends that Bangle's 'ere!" He waved to the man's back as he walked back out into the busy streets. The coywolf exhaled loudly, taking the bottle of newly acquired dye in his hands and, looking around to see if anyone was watching him, held the jar next to the 'golden' egg, his other free hand scratching idly under his chin. "Well Bangle, this'll have t' do," he muttered, ducking behind the booth momentarily to place it and the animal fat away. As he righted himself once more, his tail wagged happily behind him. He studied the passerbys carefully and what view of the sky he had, as the late afternoon sun began to inch away from the tent's entryway.


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OOC here. /+000


He yawned and glanced about boredly at the wares presented on either side of the row that he walked through, stretching his arms above his head as his mouth opened widely. He hadn't brought much with him to trade, having doubted that he would have any skill at bartering or judging another item's worth, and had come simply to have a look around and see what all the fuss was about. Maybe he would find something useful, but he highly doubted it. The things that he was interested in weren't mundane, they were extraordinary. At least, in his eyes they were. He was interested in human objects that he could make use of when it came to to his mapmaking. Items like those were hard to come by.


A quill and bottle of ink sitting on a stand nearby caught his attention immediately as his muzzle closed, his amber eyes settling on it for a moment before snapping up to view stand's owner. "You there. What would you take for your quill and bottle of ink?" He demanded, keeping his eyes on the merchant as he padded up to stand next to the counter. The burly luperci gave a condescending laugh and made to swat at Nathaniel, and he stepped back to avoid the light slap. "Nuttin' you'd have ya youngun'" He said. "I won't take less than gold for these precious items. Ya ain't got gold, do ya? Didn't think so." Nathaniel's face grew more cross as the interaction continued, and he growled beneath his breath and turned to look at the next stand rather than reply.

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-raspy voice- C'mere little boy.. I've got candy >:3~

Word Count → 278


After some time watching the sky, Bangle found himself bored his fingers drumming against the rough wooden countertop to rid of the lack of customers. His other hand was propped under his chin, arm resting on the booth, the coywolf's body slumping heavily. All he heard for a while were many other merchants calling out to potential customers, and the peeping of the chicks in the black cage. The coywolf took what mild interest he could in picking debris and other things from his displayable wares, until he heard talk of another across the way, in the street of the open markets.

Bat-like ears perked up excitably, and the d'Arte merchant began to sit up straight until he realized he wasn't the one being spoken to. Bangle did not sell writing utensils of his own accord, and he was sure Skye would not part with what she had to read and write with herself. For some reason or another, however, the multicolored male looked on at the curious red-haired wolf who spoke to an unwilling merchant, and seemed to turn the boy away. Bangle cocked his head to the side momentarily, noting the view of the young adult even though the stranger's back was turned to his curious orange gaze. "'Ey! Psst! Friend, c'mere," he said in a loud hushed tone, a paw beckoning to the almost familiar-looking boy. "I got som'n better'n ink, friend." The coywolf attempted not to sound desperate, yet he itched for those last few chances he had to trade; to meet an unfamiliar face and - as was usual - trick them into an irrefutable bargain with a few clicks of the tongue.


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Word Count :: 000 sorry for the wait, guys! <3



The female was enjoying the festival immensely, melting into the groove of the traveling merchants more easily than members of other packs. The merchant almost danced through the crowd, slipping in and out of the moving canines as if they were flowers and she were a bee. Colors and sounds flooded her senses, bright and festive and chattering with happiness and laughter; yes, one could say that Skye enjoyed this gathering quite well.

Done hawking her wares for the day, Skye decided to see what her mate had hauled in; she padded his way to where the coywolf male had set up his own trading stand, no doubt attempting to swindle a few innocent canines into buying less-than-outstanding items; she chuckled at the thought - it wasn't his fault if the buyers did not examine their own merchandise well enough to garner their worth.

Finally viewing the trader, she made her way next to him, watching a black male depart his stand and Bangle himself examine the items before gesturing yet another, oddly familiar, canine towards him. "Trading quite productively, I see," she joked, aiming to poke her mate in the belly in jest.

She turned her head towards who Bangle had called over to trade with him next. Immediately, her expression changed, if somewhat imperceptibly; her eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curled downward, and one ear lowered while the other remained erect. "Bangle," she said slowly, "does that coyote look... familiar... to you?" He did to her. The resemblance to Bangle was almost uncanny; although the hairstyles and ornaments were different, the coyote could almost be his twin. She could not smell his scent yet due to the distance between them and the other surrounding canines; however, his looks alone were enough to spark interest in her.

I am with you, I will carry you through it all, I won't leave you, I will catch you. When you feel like letting go, 'Cause you're not, you're not alone

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