imma start the bidding at a million (Eris sale)
08-13-2019, 11:15 AM
Oxide didn’t know Lament, but the way his paws moved there was no way he wasn’t an Ademre. The rust marked Nightingale shifted to stand closer to the smaller fanged wolf. He willed himself to remember some of the signs and he managed worry as he stood next to him and looked to his poor shadow. She didn’t look like she even knew he was there, and it pained him that he could reach out and grab her.
”Five fox pelts, to this man’s bid.” He motioned to Lament. ”As well as a pledge of my services for a moon.” Oxide offered, knowing he wasn't quite the fighter as the fanged man. He would offer himself up as any physical labor the Viking needed. Training fodder for her wolves, a mercenary, hunter.. he would swear himself if it meant Eris had her freedom.
”Five fox pelts, to this man’s bid.” He motioned to Lament. ”As well as a pledge of my services for a moon.” Oxide offered, knowing he wasn't quite the fighter as the fanged man. He would offer himself up as any physical labor the Viking needed. Training fodder for her wolves, a mercenary, hunter.. he would swear himself if it meant Eris had her freedom.
