So. Many. Giants. Valkyrie had half a mind to keep one, but picking was hard. Did she keep the big surly tusked fellow? The weepy pregnant lady? Maybe she'd keep this young masked one. Or maybe she'd see what was offered for them all and then decide.

Valkyrie pulled Darya forward and watched passively as Inga tied her to the weight. She then motioned for the girl to stand on the by-now well worn spot where all of the others had stood as she decided their fate.

By this point there was no need to look around and try to catch the eye of a passerby. Everyone present knew what she was up to. Those interested would know what to do.

”Talk”

Basilia was on her way back to the South from her battle practice, covered in wounds she had yet to tend to and dried blood. Zabit riding atop her shoulder with her other bird off somewhere else. She carried her ram’s skull on her face as her mouth was occupied by both a rabbit and a pheasant. She had yet to eat them as she was waiting for when she found a place to rest. She came upon a gathering of what looked like many wolves, they were broken off into groups doing what looked to be some form of bartering. She noticed a woman controlling a much…larger woman. Nobody seemed to be interested yet, but it was clear to her that these people running whatever this event was they were dealing in slaves. A slave would be useful in her life, after all she had recently noticed her early pregnancy. Once her pups were born she could use somebody to keep them with. She had been thinking about this in her free time and if she was going to influence them the right way she couldn’t afford to be driven mad by their small problems. She made her way into the group to sit down in front of the two other women with enough distance between them to be socially acceptable. She placed down her pray in front of her, perhaps she could use them as bartering pieces. Waiting for the leader to make the first move and her eyes set on the slave she said under her breath “you’re gonna be mine” Talk

Though Kesali was gone for the time being the large male was consistently thinking up of newer ways the recreate the pack and he still lived in the woods he once claimed. It had been interesting to see this market begin and for the most part he had stayed away. He still had his stocks and heavily guarded them. He had been in the process of moving everything when this market popped up in his packs old homeland. He had watched from afar as Wolf after wolf gathered and things were traded and bartered for. Now he had decided it was time to get a closer look at things.

He moved at a slow pace, taking a careful eye over the different stands that had furs and trinkets for trade. It had been something that he had failed to fallow through with and here was a band that had been very successful at pulling it all together. He was feeling a bit envious towards them, but he was also very impressed with what they had done and took notes on how things had been organized. He had to move and rebuild his pack and seeing this market being so successful made his drive for it even stronger.

As he moved to where the dark Viking women was, with the tall pretty female sitting in one spot he felt his heart sink a bit. She was tied to a weight and Branch was quick to realize what exactly was going on. He hid his emotions from his blue gaze as he approached and he glanced at the women already sitting, he assumed a bidder. Keeping calm he moved and took a seat giving distance between himself and the other bidder. Quietly he slipped his full pack of goodies from his back and placed it before him and waited.

"Говорить"

Darya stifled a whine as she stood, trying to shrink under the gazes of the strangers as they passed by, some of them eyeing her up like she was a deer they were considering hunting. Some ignored her and in truth she wasn't sure what was more uncomfortable those that acknowledged her or those that ignored her plight.

And it was a plight, of that the skull masked girl was sure. She lowered hellfire gaze to her white marked paws and tried to ignore the small crowd she was drawing. Hearing a woman speak and Darya wanted to cry out then, wanted to tell her she wasn't for sale but she dared not... she understood the language well enough but her tongue still tripped on it and she wasn't sure she could find the right words... not that she'd dare to, not with Valkyrie right there.

So instead the skull faced giant would try to make herself as small as she could

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Rosemary grinned as he approached the next sale, a beast as large as her would produce monstrous slaves and with the seemingly natural skull markings the girl had, they would be quite intimidating. Rosemary sat on his haunches, watching the two other bidders with his tail laid out behind him. He wouldn’t let Sirius have all the fun, not while he had far more valuable goods on his person. He flashed his brilliant fangs as he inquired “How much would you like for this one?” He mentally checked over what he had to offer, various trinkets he had crafted and several pelts, some that were exceptionally rare or came from birds. speaking Thinking  you

Valkyrie studied each interested party as they trickled in. The first was a woman who was nearly as tall as Valkyrie and similarly colored. The two after her were wolves Valkyrie had seen before at other auctions. The first she knew nothing about, and the second she knew had a collection of interesting items. Valkyie was eager to see what he had to offer for this one.

She made a show of appraising Darya. "For a girl of her size and age?" Never mind that she looked like she would crawl under a rock if given half the chance. "I'm tempted to keep her myself..." Valkyrie trailed off, her eyes never leaving Darya as she pretended to consider her worth. In reality she already knew where she would start the bidding.

Finally she said, "This is an auction so I will start the bidding at three fox pelts."
”Talk”

OOC: The timed auction starts now! Rules are simple. There is no post order, bids can be anything that is conceivably worth more than the last (and you can just add on to items already offered if you want), auction automatically closes three days from the last post, anyone can pop in or drop out at any time. Items do NOT have to present! There will be a three day IC grace period for buyers to gather items and present them to Valkyrie (no real thread necessary unless you want one).

Another male would file in shortly after him and for a moment Branch would look at him. It was only brief enough to get a look at his face before his attention was setback to Valkyrie and the girl that she was selling. He did not speak with either of the other two, instead kept his face forward and his attention on the head of the auction. His ears would prick forward as Valkyrie would respond to the male that came in after him. But then she began the bidding at 3 fox pelts.

He had plenty of things to offer and he wasn't going to go for the biggest first, he didn't want to give away what all he had, but again he wanted to try and deter his competition for buying this poor soul. 3 fox pelts were really not that big and there was some things you could use them for. He pondered briefly of his crafted stash and something came to mind.

"Two buck pelts and two Buck skull helmets. These helmets have full racks, with the tines sharpened," he spoke up, upping the bidding for this female.

So this was a bidding game, she could get down with that. Another man got to the bidding before she did as it took her a while to think of what might be more valuable than three fox pelts. The man offered more pelts and some skulls. She didn’t have much on hand or have any stores, but surely she could find something and kill it. The birds she had caught weren’t going to do much for her. “I offer a dead Ram, uneaten and my help in skinning it and cleaning the skull.” To her food spoke louder than accessories. Talk

Returning from the motherland was gruelling on the young shaman, elegant limbs straining with the effort of dragging herself towards something familiar. However, a familiar scent on the breeze distracted her from returning to a dark hole in which to sleep for the next few days. She hadn`t seen hide nor hair of her sister in what felt like an eternity, and she wasn't willing to pass up the opportunity. Who knew when she might find Darya again, after all. Broad paws thumped with uncharacteristic gracelessness as she loped south in search of her sister. Champagne pelt shining in the sun, she stuck out like a sore thumb against the dark, muted colours of the woods. She was brought back to the lands where their mother had been born, and thus faced with the grim reminder of her absence. The sounds of voices came from the place where Darya seemed to be, a strong mingling of different scents permeating the air. The pallid femme slowed her pace, taking care to assume her typical posture and grace. It brought renewed aches to every muscle, but she would not present her exhaustion to strangers. As she pushed through the foliage, she spotted her beloved sister. Had she gotten bigger? Entirely possible. She had certainly filled out... She was in chains. A low growl rumbled deep in the shamans chest. Her hackles bristled to attention along her spine, tongue snaking out to caress bared fangs as her mismatched gaze was turned upon her sister's captor. A strange looking female, her paws weren't quite right. The aura around her was muddied at its very edges, but whirled about her vigorously. “I offer a dead Ram, uneaten and my help in skinning it and cleaning the skull.” The words drifted to the forefront of her attention, and the burning gaze of the northern woman landed upon the wolf who'd spoken. Another female, smaller than the rest. Narrow cranium drew itself up to full height, regarding the assembled wolves. A mountain of a male, marked in slate. She had seen him before. Where? Fuzzy memories arose, but she couldn't draw anything concrete forth. She gathered her bearings, and cooled her expression into an icy mask. A few movements of her neck and shoulders dumped her satchel onto the ground at her feet, and she nosed the flap aside to peek within. There were a few tinctures from her relatives in the motherland, some strips of dried meat for her trip, all wrapped in a thick strip of tiger skin. She heaved a sigh, and lifted her skull again to pin the leader of this bidding war with a stare. "One jar containing a carefully prepared mixture of ginseng root, elderberry, and extract of alfalfa to aid in recovery from illness. One jar of yarrow, white willow bark, and horsetail for minor to moderate wounds. I will include the skin of a white tiger in which it is wrapped." she announced, tone sharp as a blade. Her gaze softened as she flicked it to her sister, vocals lowering in volume as she uttered "Не беспокойся, Яя." She resorted to their mother tongue in hopes no one else would be able to make heads or tails of what was being said. Once this was over, there would be a lot to talk about. "speech" JUST A FULL TANK AWAY FROM FREEDOM

A new wolf had arrived and started offering healing supplies. She didn’t know much about healing but she didn’t get this far without knowing a thing or two. If this wolf was anything like she thought she was they were into the fighting side of things. “I offer mixtures of poison to cover your weapons in before battle.” She couldn’t make any guarantees as to what the poisons would do of course, but she knew what not to eat. Forcing that into any wolf was bound to have some ill effects. If was a fend for yourself world out there, if you depended on anyone besides yourself for healing you were kidding yourself. Talk

Between auctions Jupiter had wandered off to look at the other items on offer. He'd perused the wares and then come back to the auction block. And he was just in time too because he could hear the viking woman announce one was starting. From behind, with her unique mask hidden, he didn't recognize Darya. It wasn't until his curiosity pulled him in for a closer inspection that he realized who she was. In shock he stared at her for several seconds. Jupiter had no problem with the slave market - he'd bid on several of them already - he just hadn't expected to see a childhood friend there. A mature yet familiar voice managed to drag his attention away from Darya. Marvel. Of course she was there, no doubt trying to rescue her sister. Welp, guess he had some more bidding to do today. There was no way he was going let some stranger take his friend. His gaze slid slyly to Branch - a fellow frequent bidder he was now used to seeing - then to the brown woman. He thought he could take them. Neither smelled like a pack and he thought it safe to assume they hadn't had a chance to amass the resources he had. "Two rams. My buddy and I," he motioned to Amadeus, who perched on his rump. "Are pretty handy. We'll make you whatever you want outta them. Helmets, bracers, chest pieces, weapons. You name it, we'll make it. Hell, he'll even spin the yarn out for you if that's what you want." "Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”

 

The brightly colored, swirly twirly tall guy came out the victor in this auction. After it became clear no one wished to top his bid, Valkyrie held up a paw to signal her willingness to end the auction there. It was a fair price for the tall, cowering woman.

"She is yours, sir. You have three days to bring me what you owe me." She quirked a brow at him and sized him up. How a neon creature such as himself managed to hunt enough for himself to look well fed was beyond her. "Three days," she said again, "Otherwise she will go back up on the block."

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