Market day!

[~*Hanabie*~]

Hanabie's furry form padded through the streets of a good-sized village near the main city. She looked blank, and was carrying a load of multiple animal furs on a cart as she walked down the street. She needed to find somewhere to sell, even if she just set up her own stall. She was taking in her surroundings, the moonlight and everything. It had taken all day to get here, and she knew it had to happen. She just needed some more skinning knives! She was fine with her bow and everything, but knives eventually got too dull or broke from too much sharpening. She noticed that those around her would point and giggle, or just ignore her. Her white-gold anklets shone the gems doing the same as they reflected the ghostly light. She soon found herself a fur trader, and got bargaining. He was, of course, arrogant and all, but in the end, he wouldn't sell her near enough money for the furs. She just repacked and moved on, ever looking for someone who wasn't nearly as prejudice.

[Lord Vincent/ Dr. Joseph]

Vincent was strolling through a decent sized villiage quite a good distance away from Mortuus Urbs. He kept a small home on the edge of the villiage in case he felt like staying in the area for a few days in comfort instead of just forcing himself on an unsuspecting family, forcing them to give him a place to live while he was in town... it was that or they would provide his meals.

Hearing a small comotion he glanced to his right and saw a young werewolf girl towing some furs around. Looked like a good way to entertain himself. "Who is selling the wolf?" He asked loudly looking around.

[~*Hanabie*~]

Hanabie stopped, turning around to the rude vampire. "I am not for sale." she said, her tone nearly hollow with a twinge of anger, her eyes calm, "I am selling furs, and seeing that you are not interested, I shall be on my way." she turned around, that vampire lingering in her mind. Her barriers had let out anger, a reserve for insults. Her handcart was still piles with the furs of dear, rabbit, elk, even bear. She had black feathers from a raven that she had put in her hair earlier that day. Her pale eyes were almost the same hue as his, just not a colorful. She sighed to herself, He's just a vampire. And one who isn't buying. He's nothing. She thought, not knowing he was powerful or rich or anything.

[Lord Vincent/ Dr. Joseph]

Vincent laughed a little bit, glad that this werewolf was so easy to piss off. It would be fun for him to play with her for a little longer. "I am sorry." He said smoothly blocking her path. "I would like some furs if you are not on the market... if you have any werewolf that would be nice... any sort of werefur you have... something that goes with my eyes."

[~*Hanabie*~]

"I do not hunt my bretheren." she replied, no anger escaping. Just blank right now, but emotions were battering her. She kept up the barrier, and she knew she would sleep well tonight. She didn't want it to return. "But, I have all others." she replied, setting down her cart. It could stand on it's own, perfect for selling. She pulled out the soft coat of a gray fox. It was pale, so it was more like silver, "I believe this is the most fitting for you, unless you prefer rat." she didn't laugh or even smile at her own joke, just dug and found a few rat furs. Why did she have those, anyway? Oh, well... They were all reuffled and scarggly, just plain ugly, "Fifty for the fox, two for each rat." she said, her voice down-to-business. She expected to see this man again on her next trip, it would be that way. He seemed perrsistant to her, and he wouldn't let go if he got her. Or, atleast that's what she thought. This was her judging fromk his outer appearance and attitude towards her.

[Lord Vincent/ Dr. Joseph]

"If you ever suggest rat again I will kill you. I will take the fox." Vincent said with a small smile as he pulled out a sack of gold coins and tossed a few to her so they would land at her feet, they were worth far more then the normal curency used around these parts. "Or maybe I wont kill you... a silver collar would look so beautiful around your neck as you sat on the floor by my thrown." His last pet had died when he had grown tired of it... he wanted to find one that would keep his intrest this time.

[~*Hanabie*~]

"I have no interest of being a pet." she replied, crouching down to pick up the gold and standing back up, putting it in a small currency bag hanging around her waist. She put the rait skins back down in the cart. She reserved those for when people treated her like this. She would just insult them back. She had an ivory comb that she pulled out, it was tucked in a band somewhere, and she combed out the pelt. It shone beautifully, and was oddly soft. "I combed special oils into it to keep it smelling frest and staying smooth." She was still business as she folded up the pelt and held it out to him, waiting for the vampire to take it and leave.

[Lord Vincent/ Dr. Joseph]

"If I decided you were my pet you would not have time to object." Vincent said still smiling as he took the pelt. "I am not used to asking for what I want... the only reason I dont already have the collar around your neck is I forgot to bring it with me... so to take you as my pet I would need to hobble you and drag you home... not worth the effort I am afraid."

[~*Hanabie*~]

Hanabie nodded, "Then, if you are not interested in any other merchandise of mine, I will be on my way." Her eyes were distant, and she seemed rude. She raised the handles to her cart and pushed, well, backed up first, and went to the side of the vampire. Well, atleast she got the gold. It would contribute a lot to those new skinning knives. She was once more calm, well, inside the wall, and she could relax. Unless, he followed her, then she would ignore him and let him follow. He would probably tire during the long trek home.

[Lord Vincent/ Dr. Joseph]

He considered following her but decided it was not worth it, the sun was high and at this time of the day she had an advantage in a straight fight. "Have fun little doggy." He said as he moved past her. "I hope to see you again soon... perhapse then we will be able to get to know each other in an intimate way."

[~*Hanabie*~]

The only sign that the vampire's statemant about the doggy even ticked her was her tail, lashing about behind her as she searched for other buyers. Soon, she had sold her pelts. It was all becuase Lord Holmes had bought from her, and the gossip had spread. Well, if Lord Holmes bought from her, it must be good merchandise! Her ears were pricked as she heard the gossip, So, his name is Vincent Holmes... she thought, and went to buy her knives.