#bloodstringsevent

[oflifeblood]

Where dark things tread || Open

“That’s a mandrake root.” Janos approached the fair-goer who had entered his tent and taken interest in one of the items on a high shelf. The witch reached up to grasp the glass orb and brought it down to eye level so they could both get a better look. The small man-shaped root inside seemed to gently curl in on itself and then relax again as it slept. “It can be used as a powerful herb to boost fertility. It’s shriek can also leave an enemy deaf, or it can be placed under their bed to induce madness. At least that’s what the stories say.”

[oflostpower]

Moira was struggling with a crate of fresh herbs, continual pausing to switch her hand positioning as she tried to figure out how to hold the awkward thing. The fair was always a big time to sell for them, and often drove more customers to come into their shop afterwards. Trying to manage their inventory between the two shop fronts with the full moon just around the corner was proving to be a nightmare for the coyote shifter. And when someone bumped into the struggling girl, sending the crate crashing to the ground with the soundtrack of shattering glass and ceramic highlighting the dramatic moment - well she couldn’t be blamed for it.

Though she’d be grateful for it later, the woman found herself struggling as someone grabbed her wrist just before she managed to swing on the guy. Her claws were extended, her teeth barred in a snarl as she yelled at the frightened fair-goer who caused the disaster. “Get lost buddy!”