Elk skull story (no quirk).
Okay so. Storytime.
So my family likes to go to this big market that's hosted twice a year so that I can buy taxidermy and they can talk to old friends. It's a long drive, but we love it there, so we go.
It's basically a hunter's market too, so there's a ton of taxidermy there. Everyone comes from around the country to sell their shit and buy shit, it's a huge shindig.
Elk skull story (no quirk).
They were talking about how they'd buy the elk skull (it was like $15 so hella cheap) for elk ivory. Aka, it's teeth.
They also mentioned how they weren't going to use the rest of the skull and just trash it.
Now if you ask me, that's a HUGE waste. Especially for hunters and craftspeople. It made me really fucking mad, okay? And I felt like being a shithead.
Elk skull story (no quirk).
So I waited until the guys turned away, going to talk to someone else, likely to discuss further business.
And I had a few skulls already in my arms, and I had nowhere to PUT this elk skull, but after I heard that, I had a CONNECTION to this little girl.
So immediately I sneak my way over to the elk skull, grab this last elk skull available for sale while no one was looking, and buy that shit out from under the assholes' noses.
Elk skull story (no quirk).
They never saw me or figured out who bought it, but judging from the way they talked about her earlier, I'm betting they were SUPER mad, and I got a cheap elk skull out of it.
She still sits upon my shelf, proud, and perfectly intact and unwasted.
FIN.
Elk skull story (no quirk).
So I enter this one tent with a SHIT TON of skulls. And I mean a lot. Museum amounts of skulls. I was looking at a few skulls I didn't have, and I wasn't paying much attention to the last female elk skull they had for sale. They're just big deer, so I wasn't too impressed.
That was, until I overheard two guys talking.