04-29-2022, 07:43 PM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]He was pleasantly surprised by the promptness of the Night Spades denizens, spotting the figure of a winged leopard approaching him, though he hadn't known that their interaction was merely by chance of her patrol. Zjarr had perfected his businesslike etiquette, but at the end of the day, his patience was easily tested, and he was pleased to not have reached his limits now. "Setting up shop?" the stranger had asked him, and he nodded in reply. "Yes, ma'am. Only my finest," he drawled with a wide, warm grin as he watched the feline survey his wares. She exuded light — icy blue coloration and wings upon her white pelt, rich golden eyes, dangerous saber fangs, and a certain air about her that he could not quite describe yet.
She was intriguing. Pretty, even.
He would reserve any further comment when an abrupt sneeze announced the introduction of a wolf, and the husky turned to the other. "What, you allergic to her or sum'n?" he jested with an amused snort at the wolf's words. Sure, he had been irritated by people, but he damn well knew he never sneezed because of it. These are some eccentric folk. "M'name is Zjarr Ignibus, 'n' I come to y'all on behalf of the Ignibus Arms Company. These're the blades I've forged myself — I assure ya, they'll cut 'n' they'll last." He gestured at the weapons he had laid out before him. "You got any questions about anythin', I'll be happy to answer 'em." Zjarr knew that no one ever bought a blade blindly. Many wanted proof of their quality or simply a bit of background on what they would be receiving. In any case, he spoke confidently, sure of his capabilities to push either of the two into a successful transaction.
She was intriguing. Pretty, even.
He would reserve any further comment when an abrupt sneeze announced the introduction of a wolf, and the husky turned to the other. "What, you allergic to her or sum'n?" he jested with an amused snort at the wolf's words. Sure, he had been irritated by people, but he damn well knew he never sneezed because of it. These are some eccentric folk. "M'name is Zjarr Ignibus, 'n' I come to y'all on behalf of the Ignibus Arms Company. These're the blades I've forged myself — I assure ya, they'll cut 'n' they'll last." He gestured at the weapons he had laid out before him. "You got any questions about anythin', I'll be happy to answer 'em." Zjarr knew that no one ever bought a blade blindly. Many wanted proof of their quality or simply a bit of background on what they would be receiving. In any case, he spoke confidently, sure of his capabilities to push either of the two into a successful transaction.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot