Thread: Innocence beneath the moon

he smiled a little. Albino are very rare. he admitted simply. their white pelts make it impossible to hunt or stay hidden, so they die quickly. this Albino was a large Snow Cat, even rarer. he admitted indicating the pelt. do you see the darker patches? those are it's spots, most can't see the spotting, but those few with a very good eye can see it. hunters normally, or people who do a great deal of tiny stitching. Ronan admitted with a small chuckle. it would make you an excellent cloak, or a pair of boots and gloves. he admitted smiling at her. the fur is very warm, good for in winter. he made no mention of how he had captured, caught, or killed the creature though, and so that was a question that would remain unanswered. not that she would beleive him anyway, as hunters, they went for the throat, or they caught the animals they intended to use for skins in cages or traps, and killed them with sharp blows to the head before skinning them. sometimes they where lucky when hunting, and got the animal around the neck to kill them, instead of damaging the pelt. i will set these aside for you. Ronan promised, smiling at her as he took the soft white pelt and told her that she could pick out the other three pelts when she returned so that she could take her time choosing. his mouth nearly watered at the thought of being able to have Milk whenever he wanted, Milk was a rare treat for him and his pack, they'd never had a chance to buy a cow before... he wondered why he hadn't thought of this before? ah well. he watched her leave, and gently folded the pure white pelt into a small basket with the livers, humming a little tune to himself as he made several more sales, several people asking for the white pelt that they had seen only moments ago. they where severely disappointed to realize they had been too late with their coin, and where even more furious to find he had TRADED it, for a COW! but there where other rare pelts, and fancy feathers, and he had no problem turning their disappointed anger, into excited Glee as he gave them 'better' things to spend their Coin on. he was still humming, and was working on something when she returned, using a sharp knife to skin a rabbit he had been asked to skin for a few coins. there was a small crowd gathered, watching the master skinner at work, the blond using no less than three, different sized knives to loosen the fur, then, amidst claps, he slipped the skin effortlessly off the rabbit, and butchered it up, throwing the inedible to a local stray, he gave the rabbit and it's skin back to the boy who had paid him for it. Ah! there you are! he chirped, pleased as he saw the Cow, abandoning his stall to carefully lift the Cows head to examine it's dull, stupid, but unafraid eyes. this will bring great joy to my people. Ronan admitted with a grin as he scratched the Cows head as if it was a dog or a cat. Milk is rare where i'm from, i shall be hailed as a Hero! he admitted grinning at her. please, choose your pelts! any kind you please! he promised, indicating the shelves that he had his pelts stored, letting her choose anything from buckskin to bear, to even the softest of winter-fur rabbit to some strange pelt of a creature he called a 'Zebra', there where even tiger and Lion pelts! the Cow was tied to the Horse he had out back, and he watched her choose her pelts with a critical eye, steering her wfrom some of the 'less fine' merchandise, and closer to something he felt was worthy of her beauty.