02-12-2020, 09:14 PM
She didn't care for strangers. They belonged everywhere BUT this territory, and if her father, the Pitt's TRUE Ardent, still maintained his iron grip over the surrounding region, then the two travelling merchants before her would have their lives taken right from under their noses. Unfortunately, Jervis was dead, and the Pitt had become a group for fucking pussies. Kydobi softened the place up so much that Noor wouldn't be shocked in the slightest if Reed and Goatus here were treated with foot massages and a nice portion of the Pitt's food supply. Because, why not? Surely they deserved kindness and hospitality, simply for existing.
No, that would not happen. If comfort was such a hard thing to come by these days, then two strangers who waltzed into the territory like complete dumbasses weren't entitled to any solace whatsoever. And that, she would make sure of.
The petite vixen applies a false smirk to her visage, and she wears it whilst approaching the traders. She struggles to haul an iron bucket of milk as she walks, which drags against the ground behind her. Every pawstep sends a droplet of milk overboard, either landing on her rear end or the dry ground below, but she manages to carry out the difficult feat without too much trouble. Noor sets the bucket down beside the goat-sheep thing with a satisfied sigh. "What can I get for this?" she questions impatiently. Little did they know that the bucket's contents would soon be all over Goatus' coat - if everything went according to plan.
No, that would not happen. If comfort was such a hard thing to come by these days, then two strangers who waltzed into the territory like complete dumbasses weren't entitled to any solace whatsoever. And that, she would make sure of.
The petite vixen applies a false smirk to her visage, and she wears it whilst approaching the traders. She struggles to haul an iron bucket of milk as she walks, which drags against the ground behind her. Every pawstep sends a droplet of milk overboard, either landing on her rear end or the dry ground below, but she manages to carry out the difficult feat without too much trouble. Noor sets the bucket down beside the goat-sheep thing with a satisfied sigh. "What can I get for this?" she questions impatiently. Little did they know that the bucket's contents would soon be all over Goatus' coat - if everything went according to plan.