Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28494541-20180331041359/@comment-28247510-20180401215545

(mkay, i'll do that)

Antelope was wandering the street of the city. It was early morning, and the streets were relatively quiet for now. She caught a flash of something red in the corner of her eye, and turned, perking up. It was a red tarp over a merchant's stand, and it looked like they were selling weapons. Antelope trotted over happily to look at the wares; she didn't usually use blades, but perhaps one of them would be pretty enough for her to consider buying.

(annnnd that patrol lasted long, good job taking work seriously antelope)

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Amaranth landed with a dull thud in one of the open squares of the city, before briskly continuing down through some of the narrower streets and then back to his own stand, where he got to work cooking the various animals he'd caught earlier, just before the sun had risen. He expertly started a fire with some strange stones he's gotten from a traveling Skywing once, and got to work. Form an outward view, he looked like he was focusing completely on his task, but in reality the Rainwing quitely took note of anyone around him. There was a large Sandwing female standing by another Sandwing's weapon stand, and an old Sandwing trotting along further down the road, but none were paying him any mind. Relaxing a bit, he continued with his daily routine, waiting for the streets to fill up so he could sell his catches (and then eat what he didn't sell.)