Post by YueFei on Dec 2, 2021 17:07:28 GMT
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Novus counted out the money listed and slid it across the counter. It didn't leave her with much on hand, but sometimes you had to spend money to make money. She could have negotiated but that was not her hunting ground. X preferred more physical styles of conflict and while some of her species had excelled at negotiation, tyrants of the table they'd been called, she was never one of them. So instead, she simply accepted that this shop was the territory of the woman behind the counter and accepted her demand without complaint.
"What sort of trade would you want to make?" she asked. Though she was not one for negotiating, she also wasn't one to give up anything of real value without knowing what it was first. Agreeing to an exchange of currency was one thing, but some lines she would not cross for simple reasons. She shifted her stance, feet moving to shoulder width apart and met the other woman's eyes. It was, in the body language of her species, a stance that said confrontation, be it physical or argumentative, was possible. It was not a warning posture, but merely one that shifted from simple agreement or conversation, to preparation for a potential conflict.
Her eyes were sharp as her teeth, focused, bright, and deep. They were the eyes of a predator, vertical slit pupiled for day and night hunting like a cat, a snake, or a tyrannosaur. There was nothing even remotely human about her eyes, or in their depths.
Novus counted out the money listed and slid it across the counter. It didn't leave her with much on hand, but sometimes you had to spend money to make money. She could have negotiated but that was not her hunting ground. X preferred more physical styles of conflict and while some of her species had excelled at negotiation, tyrants of the table they'd been called, she was never one of them. So instead, she simply accepted that this shop was the territory of the woman behind the counter and accepted her demand without complaint.
"What sort of trade would you want to make?" she asked. Though she was not one for negotiating, she also wasn't one to give up anything of real value without knowing what it was first. Agreeing to an exchange of currency was one thing, but some lines she would not cross for simple reasons. She shifted her stance, feet moving to shoulder width apart and met the other woman's eyes. It was, in the body language of her species, a stance that said confrontation, be it physical or argumentative, was possible. It was not a warning posture, but merely one that shifted from simple agreement or conversation, to preparation for a potential conflict.
Her eyes were sharp as her teeth, focused, bright, and deep. They were the eyes of a predator, vertical slit pupiled for day and night hunting like a cat, a snake, or a tyrannosaur. There was nothing even remotely human about her eyes, or in their depths.