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Post by Michael Crevan on Jul 15, 2018 6:01:23 GMT
Michael's gaze searched the endless mass of people who navigated the markets with ease. It had been many months since he had been here, with his attempt at being a page that had ended with his prince's death. He had been sent out of the kingdom, but not punished too severely due to his young age. Now, he was only a few weeks away from his sixteenth birthday and jobless. His aunt had begged him to come home, but the werefox had refused. It was time for him to start earning for himself, to give back to the pack. He was a liability for them, such a small creature that could be chewed on by any stranger that came across their territory. He refused to go back to being babied, and he just wished that finding a job was easier. He had never had to ask for jobs, he had just been given his first job by Cyril because he seemed trustworthy. He had learned many useful and valuable skills, but it was unlikely that he would be picked up by the human royals to work for them. He had learned how to play instruments, ride horses and could battle opponents with a fair amount of skill- but none of this was useful for him in the long term. Sometimes he wished that he hadn't grown up in such an isolated community, where skills and trades were things such as thieving or knitting.
He sighed softly, still standing outside the pub that he had just asked to work at. They had given him one look and refused him, so here he was, hungry and alone with nothing to do. He was getting the odd job every now and again, but it was barely enough to cover his food- let alone a place to sleep. He had taken to sleeping under houses and such in his fox form. It was much warmer now, in the summer, so it was possible for him to do such a thing. He knew that it was dishonest, and he had lied too many people about where he had been sleeping. Humans weren't exactly kind to most werebeasts, so that wasn't something he had told his prospective employers. He supposed it was the youthful age and look that kept them from accepting him...or his lack of experience. How did you explain that you had been a page to a prince who was now dead- one that was an Elf? It was beyond Michael's abilities, so he had just skimmed over that part of his experience.
He had even offered his time and work to some stall owners and they had all rejected his attempts. He wasn't beaten down, but he was slowly starting to lose hope. He certainly missed home but he didn't want to go back, he wanted to make himself a living and support himself. He wanted to fit in with these people. He had found that humans weren't all to different from his werebeast kin, but they certainly had some off ideas about modesty and what was appropriate to say. He sighed softly and finally moved away, quietly wishing for some sort of company that wasn't the same as always. The polite conversation that soon left him feeling more alone than ever. It wasn't an exaggeration ot say that Michael was beginning to despair, and he didn't know how to pull himself out of the slump he had fallen into.
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Post by Renoth Lanavor on Jul 18, 2018 19:59:23 GMT
keep words away from my mouth // nothing i say now // will help Renoth walked the streets of Cendra City on two feet rather than four. It was better that way, he knew, but at least people would clear a way for a horse. More than a few times he had to push through a small crowd, much to their disgust. And his. He was out running errands for his parents and wishing he had a younger brother to share the load with. That didn't seem likely, though. He adjusted the pack on his back - heavy, even for a werehorse - and paused to get his bearings. He'd spent enough time in the city to know how to find the market from the gate, but other than that he had some trouble finding his way. Still, at least one of his errands brought him near the familiar market. Whether or not he wanted to carry out the errands was completely besides the point.
Why couldn't his father do this? Renoth didn't know the owner of this pub and it certainly wasn't in his nature to be friendly with strangers. But business was business and there'd be hell to pay if he went home without conducting it. When he finally found the damn place, he entered and found, again, that he had to push through crowds of people. He found the owner and haggled with her like he'd been taught until finally settling on a price for his produce. As he plodded out into the street again, she called out that they weren't the only farm around and she could easily find someone cheaper and all sorts of other things he'd heard from her before.
He walked out into the sunlight and found he had to wipe his forehead for all the sweat. Having long, dark hair wasn't doing him any favors. He adjusted the bun at the back of his head before moving on. As he waited for a break in the crowd, his dark eyes came to rest on what appeared to be a downtrodden boy with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He seemed lost or at least unhappy about something, and normally Renoth wouldn't think much of it. However, he thought he might be able to offer some help. He pushed his way through the market toward the boy, making sure that his approach was seen and noticed. He didn't want to sneak up and startle him, after all. He even raised his hand to get the attention he was after.
"Excuse me, but are you lost? Maybe you're looking for work?" he asked when he was close enough. He shifted the pack again, his shoulder aching, and wiped his brow again.
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jul 21, 2018 12:33:10 GMT
Michael gaze out to the crowd may have looked very lost, and truthfully he was becoming quite bored with people watching. He didn't notice the man approaching him until he was a few metres away. He had long black hair in a bun and he looked to be quite bothered by the weather. The werefox went to move out of the way when he realised that man was waving at him and his eyes widened. He shook his head silently as the man asked if he was lost, and then nodded hesitantly as the following question was about whether he was looking for work. He didn't want to get his hopes up but already he felt his heart beat a little faster in anticipation. "I'm not lost- but I am looking for work." Was this man offering for Michael to help for him an odd job of sorts? If so, he would be totally onboard. He knew that many people weren't looking for a full-time worker- which was why he was having so much trouble. So many people from around the country travelled to Cendra City for jobs and trading, and he not the skills nor the prior experience to compete with those that had both of those things. He noticed the bag on the man's shoulders, his brow creasing as he frowned in concern. It certainly looked heavy. Heavier than Michael could imagine. He gave what he thought was an inconspicuous sniff, surprised by the sheer amount of horse that the taller person smelt like. "Do you- My name is Michael." He tried to correct himself, knowing that it was polite to introduce yourself. He moved his hand forward for a handshake but was unsure if the other would take his hand or just dismissive it. He then sprung into the next question, his eyes searching the stranger's face almost desperately. "Do you have some work that I could do for you? Or someone that is looking at hiring?" Since he had asked, Michael had taken the initiative to question further. He had too much going on in his head that he didn't even bother to figure out why this man smelt so odd, filing it back in his head for future reference. Perhaps this man was a stablehand or something like that? "I'm sorry that was terribly rude of me," He didn't know what else to add, a little annoyed at himself. No wonder he scared all of his potential bosses away with his bluntness. People liked to small talk, didn't they?
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Post by Cerridwen on Jul 26, 2018 19:46:31 GMT
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Cerridwen was having an awful day at the markets. People seldom stopped at her booth despite the large crowds that filtered through the main street. Her booth was small—one of the smallest on the stretch of streets. This had been her attempt at a normal career—working as a jeweler. Like any small craft, it had its ups and downs and today was definitely a down day. The dark skinned woman searched the crowd for any particular person who might have any interest in her products. She saw a woman who draped herself in elegant silks (mistakes routine market goers knew to avoid). Cerridwen smiled. She set Finn on the booth counter top. He was like a little security system with how loud he could screech. Cerridwen checked to ensure her dress covered her ankles and stepped out in front of her booth. “Excuse me, Miss!” she called. The woman turned her head and halted, her eyes widening. “I believe I have a few products you’d be interested in.” The woman looked uncertainly at Cerridwen, judging her dark complexion. Cerridwen produced a small array of jewelry on a velvet platter. The woman smiled a little at the jewels presented before her. “These are handcrafted out of only the rarest and finest materials,” Cerridwen judged the woman’s reaction and saw that she had taken an interest in the jewelry. “I have many more back at my booth, if you’ll be so kind as to follow me.” The woman mumbled a quick yes, and Cerridwen led her back to the booth. Finn squawked and ran in a circle at his master’s return. Cerridwen pet him on the head and gave her usual salesman spiel. The woman ended up purchasing a pair of emerald and obsidian earrings granting Cerridwen a pleasant sum of gold. Cerridwen pocketed her change as a small boy and man began an exchange in front of her booth. The boy looked thin, and the man was a startling contrast to the boy’s slim form. Cerridwen frowned. Too many boys in this city were victims of their master’s cruelty. She felt a hotness grow in her veins, and hastily cleared her shop for the day. She picked up Finn and floated over to the two men. The smoke of her feet drifted out under her dress. Cerridwen hadn’t planned what she’d say. How could she accuse a master of starving his underling without getting herself in a scrap… She was upon the group. It was obvious her intent was to converse with them, so there was no way she could escape them anymore. Word Count: 434 Tagging: Renoth Lanavor, Michael CrevanOOC: N/A [newclass=".postbackground"]border-top-left-radius: 3em; border-top-right-radius: 3em; width: 500px; height: 300px; background-image:url('http://www.findgoldprospecting.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/sunken-treasure.jpg'); overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=".CerridwenTitle]font-family: 'Lobster', cursive; font-size: 18px; color: #fffcf4; margin-top: 5px; text-shadow: 0px 0 3px #ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontainer"]border-radius: 5px; width: 450px; height: 235px; background-color: rgb(255, 244, 209, .9); margin-top: 300px; -webkit-transition-duration: 1s; transition-duration: 1s; -moz-transition-duration: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=".postbackground:hover .postcontainer"]margin-top: 15px; -webkit-transition-duration: 1s; transition-duration: 1s; -moz-transition-duration: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent"]font-family: 'Arimo', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0 0px #28212f;padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 200px; margin-top:5px; overflow: auto; color: rgb(58, 50, 25, .9); font-size: 12px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent::-webkit-scrollbar"]width: 12px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent::-webkit-scrollbar-track"]-webkit-box-shadow: inset 0 0 6px rgba(0,0,0,.3); border-radius:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]border-radius: 10px;-webkit-box-shadow: inset 0 0 6px rgba(0,0,0,.5);[/newclass]
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Post by Renoth Lanavor on Jul 28, 2018 22:36:43 GMT
keep words away from my mouth // nothing i say now // will help Despite the heat, Renoth couldn't help but crack a small smile, nodding along with the boy's speech. He did raise an eyebrow when he seemed to sniff the air, but dismissed it. Maybe he was a little under the weather, nose a bit runny with summer allergies. Even as he shook his hand, Michael was asking more questions. Renoth kept his patient smile and adjusted the bag again.
"I'm Renoth. I live on a farm outside the city and my dad sent me to run some errands. I can give you a share of coins if you're willing to help me out." Renoth and his father had come to an agreement in the past few years; as long as the errands were finished by sundown, Renoth could keep the coin. In that case, his father wouldn't care if Renoth split it with a boy who looked desperate for it. When Michael apologized, Renoth waved his hand dismissively. "Not at all," with a chuckle, he added, "Maybe my dad will hire you for the summer." He was half-joking, but if it turned out he liked this kid, he might be willing to convince his parents.
Just as he finished his sentence, a woman walked - no, floated toward them. There was a stern expression on her face. Renoth furrowed his brow at the sight of the smoke swirling around her feet, not to mention that fierce expression. What had he done? Or maybe Michael had done something? He took a tiny step away from her as she came upon them. If he'd been in his other form, his ears would have gone back in alarm. He could almost feel them move, even though they didn't, of course.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jul 30, 2018 23:24:20 GMT
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Cerridwen had felt confident leaving her booth to aid the boy, but as she approached the pair, their conversation was light—friendly even; it surely wasn’t the type of conversation that would occur between those of a slave and master relationship. The girl contemplated turning to shadow and fleeing before this could get any worse. The older man had turned his attention on her and a flushed colour began to creep up her neck. She set swirling shadowy eyes on the man quick enough to see him step back from her. Cerridwen flinched as though she had been slapped. She glanced at her lack of feet, at the darkness that constantly swirled beneath her. ”I… I’m sorry. I think I made a mistake,” Cerridwen started awkwardly. She brushed a hand through her dark hair. She eyed the young boy—just checking to ensure she was incorrect before making a shadowed exit. Cerridwen folded up the edges of her gown. She shadows ate at the hem, just waiting to devour the rest of the woman and make an escape from the bright and busy streets. Word Count: 184 Tagging: Renoth Lanavor, Michael CrevanOOC: #sociallyawkward [newclass=".postbackground"]border-top-left-radius: 3em; border-top-right-radius: 3em; width: 500px; height: 300px; background-image:url('http://www.findgoldprospecting.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/sunken-treasure.jpg'); overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=".CerridwenTitle]font-family: 'Lobster', cursive; font-size: 18px; color: #fffcf4; margin-top: 5px; text-shadow: 0px 0 3px #ffffff;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontainer"]border-radius: 5px; width: 450px; height: 235px; background-color: rgb(255, 244, 209, .9); margin-top: 300px; -webkit-transition-duration: 1s; transition-duration: 1s; -moz-transition-duration: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=".postbackground:hover .postcontainer"]margin-top: 15px; -webkit-transition-duration: 1s; transition-duration: 1s; -moz-transition-duration: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent"]font-family: 'Arimo', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0 0px #28212f;padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 200px; margin-top:5px; overflow: auto; color: rgb(58, 50, 25, .9); font-size: 12px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent::-webkit-scrollbar"]width: 12px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent::-webkit-scrollbar-track"]-webkit-box-shadow: inset 0 0 6px rgba(0,0,0,.3); border-radius:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postcontent::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]border-radius: 10px;-webkit-box-shadow: inset 0 0 6px rgba(0,0,0,.5);[/newclass]
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