Strike Me Down, But Don't Strike My Heart
03-12-2015, 07:48 AM
The male spoke in annoyance about being unused to such trades, and Katja simply fixed him with a cold stare. It would be far more surprise to her if he were, coming as he did from the uncultured background he had. This backwater land... tcha. It made her long for the days when even her pack's enemies had been of her culture. At least the northmen who'd kidnapped Auora as a child had been vikings. These Alacratians... they were far better off slaves. Kapra snapped at the male and though her own expression remained neutral, she approved of his words. It was good to have him beside her, truly. Had she been alone right now, with only the gods as comfort, she may have indeed faltered in her quest. But surely with Kapra beside her the Finnvi would come once more to the glory she had cost them - starting with this trade. She mulled over the offer for the moment. They could possibly get a better one from a pack but it was highly unlikely. The child was weak and sullen, not the kind of slave a pack would vie for, and whoever struck a bargain with the Finnvi to take her would be disinclined to deal with her whinging and tears. Kapra put forth his assertion that it was a fair price, along with a warning to the male, and she inclined her head. "A decent price," she allowed coolly. "You have your deal." May you choke on it for your arrogance and foolishness. "You will live up to your end of the bargain regardless of what the favor does be, or the deal will be paid in blood. Yours, or your family's." Fangs shone briefly in threat, though her expression remained cold. "You are a fool if you think we would call on a favor for so small as us... not liking them. You can expect it to be more useful to us than such a thing." Contempt gleamed through her words, cool as they were. The Finnvi were not weak Alacratians, to get others to fight their battles for them. And she would not choose such a wolf to champion them anyway - surely the gods would laugh to see such a thing. Mercury gaze turned upon the coward-pup, and she jerked her head to gesture the child to her father. "Go then. We will find you when it comes time." |
