ooc; art is in between the forest + imperium c: also soz for short length; i suck at starters xD

the sweet ambrosia of blood engulfs the tyrant’s senses, causing mismatched eyes to roll ecstatically within their sockets as velveteen nostrils flare to indulge in the metallic fragrance -- intoxicating and enticing. red streams down the front of her pallid countenance as serrated incisors begin to probe the loose flesh of the carcass { a flayed fawn } at her paws, feral growls of possessive and contented sentiment simultaneously reverberating within her larynx whilst her engorging commences. for the phantom queen is famished and excessively gluttonous as of late, having rarely strayed from the rancid interior of her family’s cavern due to a newfound obsession with her son: her little titan, little odysseus. he, a bastard son and cherished kin, the sole survivor of his mother’s first litter and a fated king -- a child whose mother is willing to bleed for his sake, and would. though all would come in due time; for now, the elysius monarch can merely scheme and prepare. table by lu, avatar by chelsea.

The smell of blood combined with an insatiable curiosity drew the King from his keep. He didn't have to follow it far, finding that the source of the scent lay just beyond Imperium's border. Standing over the body of a deceased fawn stood a rogue. Not one to pass up a chance at a conversation, Valentine moseyed closer. Approaching her head on, the brute stopped a reasonable distance away to make it clear he wasn't interested in her kill. “Nice catch.” He seized the opportunity to examine her face, noting the many scars that dotted her features. Brawler or just someone ridden hard and put away wet? Coming from Arcanum, he'd met more than a few of each, but it was hard to tell at a glance who exactly he was dealing with. “”

NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.