Outcon the Conmen

Skye Collins · 05-28-2012, 05:08 PM

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I am a vision, I am justice, Never thought that I could love.
Living in shadows, Fading existence, It was never good enough

Word Count :: 000 Big Grin

The female walked through the city slowly, a bag slung over her shoulder with various items in it; she knew that canines of Nova Scotia frequented the Halifax city, and so it was the perfect place to trade some items - and perhaps trade for more than was needed. The female wore crude but flashy Luperci-made boots gained from a passing trader as well as denim shorts from the humans and a button-down shirt; combined with her jewelry, she looked like a gypsy trader herself with valuable wares.

Within her bag she had made sure to pack some of the less rare but no less beautiful necklaces that Terra had traded to her, two candles made from beeswax of Cercatori d'Arte, and Garlic paper. All was rare in the peninsula, but easy to manufacture or gain within the pack, and she was sure that someone would be willing to strike quite the deal for the wares.

You are the light that shines the way

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Amy Sunders · 05-29-2012, 10:53 AM

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OOC just as a quick note: be very careful what you say. eg: if skye says she gives her word, Amy will take that and use Skye to deliver messages and speak what Amy wants others to hear

Word Count → 000

The new home was settled into, making Amy feel more comfortable about travel. With a place of refuge set aside for her and Kohaku she took to the road once more. The pup was asleep in the back, luckily tired out by earlier antics. The city was coming into view, the merchant looking forwards to the scavenging she would do. So much of the city still had treasures. Not even with all the various canines passing through had everything managed to get cleared out, though there were sections that were stripped bare.

Humming Amy took a bite from the apple she'd gotten. A load of fresh fruit, summer's first bounty, had been loaded up. She'd had to scold Kohaku a few times before he got the message that the fruit was not for him to eat. It was going to be a bountiful trade for her. The raspberry plant, unfortunately, had been planted in Anathema, leaving her with a clipping to grow back to it's full size. Very unlucky. Spotting someone up ahead Amy let out a deep bark, tail wagging.

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