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Posted: Sat May 30, 2020 4:39 pm
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( final wc: )
It was Southern Shadow’s turn to do the meet and trade, and she took the job as seriously as if she had been asked to watch the snake pit - which was to say, not that much and with an outlook of boredom ahead. It was time to pass off some of their dried and cured leathers for the mercenary pack for who knew what: straps were useful for holdings bags, she supposed, but she doubted it would make for good armor. Still, it was a resource that was easy to make out in the desert, and they had a friendly relationship with the Iron Hides, and so there she was trotting through the sands with a bag of the stuff at her hip.
Since joining the Sand Raiders, South had been slowly getting better about socializing. She would never be a social butterfly about it (unless her persona for the moment demanded it), but at least she wasn’t bristling after 5 minutes or ready to escape in as much time either. Raiding did her well. Shinies definitely did her well.
As she approached the meeting place by the trio of cacti shaped like men (or so they had assumed), she squinted at the wolf through the harsh sunlight. Illusions weren’t uncommon, and so she didn’t put stock in the sense of deja vu that hit her at first. But as the figure resolved itself, her brows lifted. And the way he stomped in the sand was familiarly grumpy.
“S’that you, you stump tailed b*****d?” she called.
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