An Expedition
#21
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Word Count :: 000 sorry for the wait <3

Skye looked at Terra inspecting the livestock, and then saw her point away from the caravan. She turned, confused, before breaking out in a wide grin as she saw that the 'sheep' that Terra was pointing at was, in fact, Taliesin. She grinned wider at Taliesin's remark and then to answer Terra's question, quickly winked at him and said, "Best sheep there is!"

She then smiled at Terra, who turned back to look at the actual sheep within the caravan. Skye could tell that Terra didn't know which sheep to pick - and to be fair, without spending a lot of time with them like Skye did, she wouldn't have known either. Skye reached in and pulled a sheep out of the caravan by the fur - this one was of a medium to slightly small build, although probably not perceptible to Terra; a perfect sell.

"This one's a find!" she exclaimed with all the enthusiasm she could muster for this trade. "Brilliant, I'd say - look at that white, healthy wool - and that thick build!" she said, parting the wool and pinching the skin of the sheep, which now appeared to be thicker due to Skye's propaganda.

Shadows growing in my mind, Ones I just can't leave behind. I'm not strong enough to pay this ransom. One more monster crawled inside, But I swear I saw it die

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#22
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OOC

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Her mention of the wool meant nothing to Terra, as she was going to be killing and eating it. Maybe she'd give the wool to somebody that'd enjoy it. Her tail wagged as she examined the sheep. Not the biggest of the group, though it was barely perceptible for her to tell that. It did look like a good sized meal though, and she was more than willing to trade the items for the sheep. Accepting it Terra dug her claws into the sheep's skin, drawing protests from it as she dragged it out, happy with her selected choice. It'd be a good meal.


Something glittered out of the corner of her eye, catching her attention. Slowing down she turned, looking over. What was that? Releasing the sheep, who decided to remain put where she had placed it, Terra turned back into the caravan. Jewelry, overflowing. It was so beautiful. Humming softly she stuck her hand in there, pulling out a nice gem bracelet. She slid it on, admiring it's colors before snatching out a golden necklace. Casually she slipped the bracelet off, walking away with the necklace still in her grasp.

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#23
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OOC: herpy derpy herp / +300


It was interesting to see the red headed male again and Jazper allowed his tail to wag as Strel recognized him. All this time he had been so close to the Miracles pack but had never bothered to get to know his neighbors. Perhaps this was a sign from Fenris that he should put the effort tout to associate with this pack more. He chuckled lightly at the other males comment on his appearance, causing his confidence to boost even more and his body to straighten up in pride. Thank you Strel, but you don’t look any older than when I first met you. The Knight on the other hand had been but a year or two in age when he had the tattoo done and now was clearly more mature than that fateful day. Just as he was about to help him with his trade a call from Sebastian butted in, offering his services. Happy that his member was showing such work ethic Jazper happily motioned for Strel to go over to the other red head, Perhaps we’ll catch up later. He offered as the Court member walked away.


Unsure what else to do now he patiently watched and listened to the others around him. Another female approached but her friendly call to the artisan’s and Taliesin’s recognition of her helped him relax. It wasn’t likely that anything would happen at this pack’s boarders anyway. Though the wolf that really captured Jazper’s eye was his little nephew, Myrddin. He certainly was not afraid to speak his mind in front of the adults and the Knight had quickly found himself drawn by the pup’s general cuteness. His outburst over his father being called a sheep left the warrior chuckling along with the others as he wandered over to scoop up the little pup.


The warrior noticed briefly Skye helping the other wolfess pick out a sheep but ignored the transaction, opting to amuse the pup. I guess that makes you part sheep. Do you taste yummy? He asked before putting the boys ear in his mouth gently. Pretending to be disgusted he held the pup out at arms length and suck his tongue. Blah! Not very yummy at all. Turning in the direction of Tal he offered more to his joke, This one’s gone bad Taliesin what should we do with him? It was then that his golden eyes noticed the wolf named Terra walking away after looking at the jewelry. Calling out happily he asked, Jewelry Nothing to your liking there Terra?





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#24
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OOC

Word Count → 000

As soon as her name and jewelry was mentioned the thief's heart picked up. Stilling she glanced over, taking in the black wolf. He was huge, standing more than two feet taller than her. Muscles rippled over his body as well, with the scars to prove he could back it up. Her hand quickly took the necklace, looping it into the sheep's thick wool to hide it out of sight. The question registered Terra looked at the bright jewelry again.


It was very nice. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to trade for some more. It was so awfully pretty. Stepping closer again she stared at it. I don't have anything left to trade. Her closet had been emptied and dumped at Skye's feet. Even if she wanted to, Terra didn't have anything left to give him. It didn't occur to her that the sheep and chicken could be traded, forgetting about their presence already.

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