I got what y(o)u need || Trading!

[Osric (Ozzy)]

The small creature would sniffle along the now warming ground. A scarf wrapped around his neck still, for how else would he carry his wares? His hind legs were too to unstable to stand up on the for more then a few seconds. Him and his brother joined not too long ago, yet Ozzy still felt the need to trade. Find something better to crowd himself out of his own home, so that he could gain more trades to come. A hoarder at its best.

Scurrying, he would begin to climb on a small boulder, and splay out his scarf. "Come, come, all! You, surely you need this shiny mirror, yes," a long toed pink paw would hold out a spoon, looking at his own reflection in it. "Yes, blueberries would be amazing, I love that!" He said, passing along the spoon and recieving the berries. One he'd toss in his mouth before waving the other off as the trade was done.

He needed more trades, not some lingerer taking up space in front of him.

[SOJOURN]

Half open white eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the small creature. He was talking about something over there? A small mirror? The item looked like a spoon but then again he was sure someone could use it for a mirror. The man had never truly thought much of trading nor was he that much of a fan but it was a trade, something to bring in income. Pushing himself to his paws the water like beast would slowly make his way over. Curious. He had gotten curious of the other side he had finally decided to see what all of this was about. He noticed that the other was now eating blueberries and it made him wonder if he would have to his something like that for currency. "Ah...."

He paused then before he slowly sat down. The water along his body rippled and twisted with his unsure emotions before he sighed. "What do you have to trade? I might be able to give you some valuable herbs for something of equal value." He figured that would be well worth it.

[Cobra]

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BOOTS — CAT — MALE — 12 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE TYPHOON

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #B2FFA9;"]boots did not have a lot to offer, but he loved a good trade. he would bound over with a few perfect shells. the male would set his recent finds down and look the duo over a moment before speaking. a trader? i have never met one before!

his voice is sing song in nature as he looked over the stranger excitedly. i don't have much to trade, but i would love to see what you have~ he cooed with a glimmer in his eyes.

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