Beasts Like Us by Feral Sephrian

Author:Feral Sephrian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay
Publisher: JMS Books LLC [email protected]

Chapter 10

Their first stop when they arrived at the convention center was the dealers’ hall. “I know you probably won’t need them later, but if you want, we could find you better costume pieces,” Mateo said. “Especially for you, Dazi. Then people will stop mistaking you for a canid.”

Mateo led them further into the booths than they had ventured before. There were dozens if not over a hundred tables set up, selling things that varied from T-shirts to collars to comic books. Kesi, who was a fairly skilled woodcarver herself, stopped at a table to admire a collection of hand-carved figurines. Many of them were characters from cartoons or movies that Dazi recognized, but a flashy sign on the table advertised custom carvings of people’s fursonas.

“Let me guess,” the vendor said to Kesi. “Gray fox?”

“No.”

“Wolf?”

“No, coyote.”

“Ah!” The vendor nudged a trunk out from under his table. Inside were many smaller boxes, all labeled by species or category. “There isn’t much call for it, but I do have some coyotes in here. Took a summer course in New Mexico last year to learn some older techniques, and while the style isn’t my favorite, I did enjoy myself. Now where is that box of—here it is!” He pulled out a box labeled “Tribal” and opened it with a proud smile.

“Thanks, but we’re not interested,” Kuhma said.

Kesi turned and scowled at him. “I am, shut up.”

Kuhma sighed. “You can make your own at home and they’ll be a hundred times better,” he said in Shoshoni.

“I want to support the arts,” Kesi replied in English, adding in Shoshoni, “I don’t care if he sucks, at least he’s trying.”

The vendor, oblivious to everything except Kesi’s interest in purchasing something, produced several coyote sculptures from the box. Dazi was impressed. They weren’t completely accurate, but the artist had a good grasp of the style, that was for sure. A few were left unpainted; the others were decorated in vivid colors with designs similar to the ones Dazi knew. He assumed those were the designs the tribes developed in New Mexico.

Kesi ignored the painted coyotes. She picked up one that fit in the palm of her hand, scrutinized it for a moment, then pulled out her wallet.

“Glad this little guy is finally getting a home,” the vendor said. “Like I told you, these ones don’t sell as well. Tell you what, I’ll take a few dollars off the usual price. I make plenty from the custom carvings anyway.”

Despite the discount, Kuhma rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath in Shoshoni about Kesi wasting money. Kesi thanked the vendor with a bright smile and strutted away with her souvenir. “Where to next?” she asked Mateo.

“Well, next we could look at costume pieces, if you’re interested.” Mateo gestured to a nearby booth that at first glance appeared to be wallpapered in multi-colored fuzz. “These guys are decent, if you don’t mind the cartoonish look.”

The blur of color turned into an almost grizzly display of oversized paws, tails, and ears.

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