Today was a day, the sun shining like any other day. Nothing special happening here. Never does, not even something special or a little special. Zantaric, the city of causality. Where people disappear never to be seen again.
Where how experienced you are depends on your survival. Yet nothing special ever happens here. Sleepy brown eyes, eyeing the city sign while drying off sweat from her brow. Eyeing her stolen clothes, again as if someone would be able to tell they weren't hers. The brown, green and dark leather, linen and wool of a huntsman, with two freshly downed deers over her back. Their weight and the sun taking its mighty toll upon shaking thigh's.
Whispering quietly. "Com on, com on." with pale hard, yet sharp teeth capable of biting of any mans tongue cleanly and a tanned boyish body, aside from the hair, they'd be able to tell woman from man since the dawn of time. No need to cut it and act like she was trying ta be one. "Yer be wanten zum elp with em deers, Deerie?" Their eyes met. Golden against shady brown ones.
Her intimidating size usually put people off yet maybe it was that her back and legs where slightly trembling? that she was breaking a sweat from carrying them? Maybe he saw opportunity were there was nothing? He reeked of booze. "Che, grow a pair first maybe." She snapped at him, slightly jealous over the fact that such a worthless man was drunk when she was not.
Dismissal, she carried on. one foot over the other. The slaughterhouse mere blocks away now, deluding her mind to think that way. In reality it was halfway across town. A fair bit to walk if you were carrying a heavy load. The butcher might pay good for these but if she did not come alone the reward, would sink considerably.
With each step, she wanted to steal a horse. The peaceful tamed breed like the ones feeding next to the local inn, a hotel, the office. they sensed it, yes but did not bother to care for the woman elf with red curly hair nor the wolf inside her. There would be no peace if she ever took that dare.
Snarling at the man she had dismissed as he silently came up from behind. "Back off, midget." He took the hint, unfortunately. Cities like this, most would have done like him. Good kid, kid ha she was the child around here. Size difference aside he was probably older than her. Good thing. Only a few more feet now, and she'd be able to buy herself shitless drunk in the nearest bar.
Kicking the door open, all she had to do was follow the smell. Flies buzzing happily as background music. Playing songs with a creaky door and the ever loving ever shining ball of flame up there. "Ey, Slaughterhouse man, ive gotcha some meat."
"Aye, can se that lass." Finally, her shoulders cried out as deer flopped lifelessly on the table. The butcher man, plump and snorting from something flu like he probably had caught last year. "Here ya go, 13 silver fer them beasties."
The redhead, wanted to barter a better price but felt it would be a futile attempt. Price of meat being more of a fleeting thing, even proper meat could be taken cheap. 13 silver were acceptable. She just wanted them to get stone face drunk, and enjoy alcohol after a wild full moon. "Thanks i guess." She hesitantly exclaimed, while silver coins exchanged hands. Already dying to get out her legs moved fast, not minding her surroundings too much thanks to that godawful city smell.
It would smell pleasant after getting a few of them drinks inside her tummy. TIME TO GET DRUNK!
