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Axel was on the hunt.

She wasn’t hunting to harm, but rather to seek out. She was looking for a specific individual who had the skills she was in need of. As such skills were rare in the Den, particularly, rare for kits to have, she was going to strike an offer.

Axel was generally great at persuasion, just look at all the lunches she stole! But this was a persuasion where it would be wise to not cross boundaries in. If her cards were laid right, she’d have connections to someone with resources and skills. She also had abilities, but of a different field, so in theory, there could be a potential partnership.

That’s why it was important she found them. The Den was rather active, still daylight, closer to late noon, with plenty of Folk still around and about. The amount of Folk weren’t a problem, but identifying her target would be. From the description another kit mentioned, they only had a tail like hers, a strong fish tail with fins protruding at the edges. A casualty of the Dreamsurge would be a little simpler, even if they didn’t inherit as many mutations as most kits.

Nonetheless, the search was on, and Axel wasn’t sure how long her time window was. It may be after winter, but the sun still sets a little early in spring.

Various colours of other kits passed by, pinks, greys, blues, greens, a quick glance proving that none of them were the one. Some browns were close, having to do a double-check to be sure, but none of that particular beige coat.

They weren’t in the common room then.

Up to the rooms then. Fewer kits to walk by, more space to cover. Axel could manage.

Windows allowed the corridors to glow where overhead lamps will take over in the evening. Walls built together from wood over the base of the Elder Tree to support thousands of Folk. The kit section was a little smaller to accommodate for their smaller forms, but most adults - like the Den Mothers - could still roam through comfortably.

Axel was too busy looking at the infrastructure she almost missed a soft-pink colored tail like her own slipping out of sight. Almost.

She hurried her pace, not quite running, her larger form allowing her to move at speeds most smaller kits couldn’t keep up with. Her target was there now, adorned in their red shawl, holding up some kind of old world cube with mismatched colours. Sable.

The kit - Sable - perked up an ear but didn’t look at her as Axel approached. She took to the wall and leaned up against it.

“Hey.” She said coolly. She was very cool. Don’t deny it.

Sable turned and regarded her warily. That was fair, Axel does have a bit of a reputation around these parts.

“So,” Oh she didn’t think this far ahead. “Uh, you know those earrings you have.” At Sable’s nod, she continued. “Think you could hit me up with the same? I can get you somethin’ in turn. Like a trade, yeah?”

Sable thought for a moment, blinking slowly, then nodded. They beckoned her forward with a finger. Axel approached, her larger frame rather towering and leaned down to listen to them.

“...” Was whispered.

Axel then grinned, “You got it, chief.” She finger gunned Sable and backed off, walking away, waving at Sable.

A deal was made.

569 words

ohohoh finally finished this : relieved emoji

a deal indeed!!! what is the trade?!?! you will find out eventually

Goaterz hello

10/126 corns

Description

Axel was on the hunt.

She wasn’t hunting to harm, but rather to seek out. She was looking for a specific individual who had the skills she was in need of. As such skills were rare in the Den, particularly, rare for kits to have, she was going to strike an offer.

Axel was generally great at persuasion, just look at all the lunches she stole! But this was a persuasion where it would be wise to not cross boundaries in. If her cards were laid right, she’d have connections to someone with resources and skills. She also had abilities, but of a different field, so in theory, there could be a potential partnership.

That’s why it was important she found them. The Den was rather active, still daylight, closer to late noon, with plenty of Folk still around and about. The amount of Folk weren’t a problem, but identifying her target would be. From the description another kit mentioned, they only had a tail like hers, a strong fish tail with fins protruding at the edges. A casualty of the Dreamsurge would be a little simpler, even if they didn’t inherit as many mutations as most kits.

Nonetheless, the search was on, and Axel wasn’t sure how long her time window was. It may be after winter, but the sun still sets a little early in spring.

Various colours of other kits passed by, pinks, greys, blues, greens, a quick glance proving that none of them were the one. Some browns were close, having to do a double-check to be sure, but none of that particular beige coat.

They weren’t in the common room then.

Up to the rooms then. Fewer kits to walk by, more space to cover. Axel could manage.

Windows allowed the corridors to glow where overhead lamps will take over in the evening. Walls built together from wood over the base of the Elder Tree to support thousands of Folk. The kit section was a little smaller to accommodate for their smaller forms, but most adults - like the Den Mothers - could still roam through comfortably.

Axel was too busy looking at the infrastructure she almost missed a soft-pink colored tail like her own slipping out of sight. Almost.

She hurried her pace, not quite running, her larger form allowing her to move at speeds most smaller kits couldn’t keep up with. Her target was there now, adorned in their red shawl, holding up some kind of old world cube with mismatched colours. Sable.

The kit - Sable - perked up an ear but didn’t look at her as Axel approached. She took to the wall and leaned up against it.

“Hey.” She said coolly. She was very cool. Don’t deny it.

Sable turned and regarded her warily. That was fair, Axel does have a bit of a reputation around these parts.

“So,” Oh she didn’t think this far ahead. “Uh, you know those earrings you have.” At Sable’s nod, she continued. “Think you could hit me up with the same? I can get you somethin’ in turn. Like a trade, yeah?”

Sable thought for a moment, blinking slowly, then nodded. They beckoned her forward with a finger. Axel approached, her larger frame rather towering and leaned down to listen to them.

“...” Was whispered.

Axel then grinned, “You got it, chief.” She finger gunned Sable and backed off, walking away, waving at Sable.

A deal was made.

569 words

ohohoh finally finished this : relieved emoji

a deal indeed!!! what is the trade?!?! you will find out eventually

Goaterz hello

10/126 corns