made from the finest, high-quality werewolves
Feb 9, 2014 1:45:52 GMT
Post by Hunter on Feb 9, 2014 1:45:52 GMT
This was humiliating. Her arms folded close to her chest, Akita Winslow stumbled through the ferns in search of the pond she knew was somewhere close by in the hopes of finding some sort of nymph of the wilds. Held in her arms, she'd bundled up one of her most recent skins, amatuerly cured, to offer for trade. She didn't like to commodify something that had once been a part of her own body -- awkward didn't begin to describe it -- but she also knew that nymphs hated most normal clothing and would get more value out of wolf leather than any other being. It was one of the materials most suited to their peculiar skin sensitivities. And it wasn't every day a lycan walked into their midst to offer one. She could probably strike a good deal with a nymph for this thing.
Now it was just a matter of finding one.
The suckers were notorious for blending into the air, water, and trees like magic, so she could be surrounded by a hundred of them right now for all she knew. Unless they revealed themselves, she'd never know the difference. That was the most frustrating thing about this -- not knowing how to find them, and not knowing if she'd already found them. She'd already had to talk herself into believing the money would be worth more than the embarrassment, and now once she'd finally swallowed her pride and convinced herself to do this, the base logistics of the idea had to go and make themselves insufferably difficult.
The sun was getting low in the sky behind her, meaning she needed to get home soon in case any vampires chose to prowl the forest tonight, but that it was evening also meant that the more assimilated nymphs should be getting off work by now, at least some of them.
"H-hello?" she called out. "Any nymphs out there?"
Wandering around the woods like this wasn't very professional -- were there trading posts or something for this sort of thing? If not... well, she wasn't sure whether there should be. Anyway, she didn't know what the common practice was. She was still a kid, still new to this, still unaccustomed to being anything but an unafflicted human, going about her life just trying to avoid cops and vampires. She'd never met a nymph before, as far as she knew -- except for a couple of times at the library. Hers was a primarily human-bound existence, and if it'd been up to her, she might've kept it that way.
Akita jumped at the sound of a bird taking off, swinging around with a startled look on her face.
Just the wildlife. She'd have to remind herself not to be so skittish; she was making herself look silly. This wasn't like she was going to face off with a volant or a drake -- now that would be scary.
Now it was just a matter of finding one.
The suckers were notorious for blending into the air, water, and trees like magic, so she could be surrounded by a hundred of them right now for all she knew. Unless they revealed themselves, she'd never know the difference. That was the most frustrating thing about this -- not knowing how to find them, and not knowing if she'd already found them. She'd already had to talk herself into believing the money would be worth more than the embarrassment, and now once she'd finally swallowed her pride and convinced herself to do this, the base logistics of the idea had to go and make themselves insufferably difficult.
The sun was getting low in the sky behind her, meaning she needed to get home soon in case any vampires chose to prowl the forest tonight, but that it was evening also meant that the more assimilated nymphs should be getting off work by now, at least some of them.
"H-hello?" she called out. "Any nymphs out there?"
Wandering around the woods like this wasn't very professional -- were there trading posts or something for this sort of thing? If not... well, she wasn't sure whether there should be. Anyway, she didn't know what the common practice was. She was still a kid, still new to this, still unaccustomed to being anything but an unafflicted human, going about her life just trying to avoid cops and vampires. She'd never met a nymph before, as far as she knew -- except for a couple of times at the library. Hers was a primarily human-bound existence, and if it'd been up to her, she might've kept it that way.
Akita jumped at the sound of a bird taking off, swinging around with a startled look on her face.
Just the wildlife. She'd have to remind herself not to be so skittish; she was making herself look silly. This wasn't like she was going to face off with a volant or a drake -- now that would be scary.