Thread: Innocence beneath the moon

the Pelt traders came with the other traders, once a month, every month a different one every time. to the villagers, the men appeared o be with the traders, to the traders, they appeared to be with the villagers, they where both wrong. the fur traders where actually from the forest, they lived in the Wild, untamed woods where humans where afraid to go. the rumors of haunted woods, had been started by the pack to keep the hunters out, and anyone who went in, never came back out, save for a few, lucky special few who went in to gather berries and herbs... go in with a weapon though, and sometimes your body was found by the scavengers. the villagers didn't know what was doing it, but rumors of witches, ghosts, and other unpleasant creatures where full in the air, especially during the Trader Night, as another body had been discovered. the local womanizer, no one was truly all that sad to see him go, he had boated for days about how he was going to go into the woods and slay whatever creature was tormenting them, not realizing that the village wasn't really being tormented at all. you could go into the forest as long as you weren't carrying a weapon, nothing bothered you. the men of the village where just too stupid to realize that. whatever was in the forest, it was only defending itself... really the only one who seamed to go into the woods, and come back out without a scratch, no matter what she did, was Callista. one of them was there that day, selling Fur, and dried meats from the forest, which held some exotic animals, not that the villagers would know that. feathers, and down, fur and meat, and even some eyeballs and organs in special glass jars to preserve them. in winter, those that could afford it, a Liver an a heart could be life saving for all the extra vitamins and protein inside. the Trader that day was a rough, handsome young man by the name of Ronan , he apparently had no last name. he had soft golden blond hair, and deep green eyes that a woman could drown in, or a man of Ronan was feeling frisky. he had laid out a very special pelt, that he had hunted down in the mountains several hundred miles away. it was pure white, and so very soft and thick, and he smiled as a young woman in a black pelt came over to his stall to run her fingers through the Fur. it's the Fur of an Albino, very rare. he admitted, studying the young girl who was almost completely hidden, his nose twitched and he barley managed to slam a cap on his Beast, which raised it's head inside of him and howled, and snarled and growled. it, and he, wanted this woman, wanted to pin her tot eh ground, then and there, mount her, rape her, take her, forever have her... but instead he prodded the white fur. i have three more in the back. he admitted, his voice low, looking amused. tell you what, i'm in need of a Milker. he admitted simply. Rumor has it that you have the best Livestock? get me a milking cow, and i'll let you have this white pelt, three others from my shelves, and... he paused, glancing around and plopped one of the jars of organ meat onto the counter. and two livers. sound a fair trade? it was certainly more than fair, the organs themselves where expensive enough to buy a baby calf with, the organs and the white pelt together where definitely enough to but a full grown cow, and the extra three pelts, well, they just sweetened the deal, most people would eagerly accept, with Fur like that, they could just buy a new cow afterwords. none of the other tanning Stalls had hides so perfect, unmarred and so well tanned that they where so very soft. Ronan's stall was the best, and he really did need a milking cow... getting this young woman's attention... well, that was what he was really aiming for.