If I ruled the world
He knew it. This place was beautiful and the oogly, squishy part of him could just stand here at the edge of the forest and let the hours pass. It could wax poetic and go all starry-eyed over the tiny little buds that dotted the delicate branches of the redbud trees. He liked being able to admire the nook's beauty and really, that he found it beautiful confused him. It certainly wasn't what he was raised on and it clashed with the part of him that was so keen on destruction. How was it that he, rough and uncouth as he was, know such beauty? It should have been beyond his reach. For his crimes and the crimes of his predecessors the ability to admire beauty should not have been given to him. To say he was unworthy was an understatement. It was on that melancholy note that he finally entered the forest. The snow was gone in these parts and while the chill remained, spring fought hard to make its presence known. The entire nook was bright with lively shades of red and pink. The buds bounced and swayed on the breeze, giving the treetops a jovial look. The grass below was green and lush, and the contrast between it and the red of the treetops was breathtaking. Its beauty was simple and there was an undeniable elegance to it. His pace languid, Valentine wandered among the trees. He had no real goal, no solid reason for being in the Nook. Hell, he couldn't even remember what he'd been doing when the buds had caught his eye. He was a siren's captive, lost in her overwhelming grace. |
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NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
His gaze swept across the forest of young budding trees. Though the redbud trees were clearly fruitful and healthy, there was something off about this place.. the trees, though spread far and wide as it seemed, were all quite young. Had some sort of disaster once swept this place? Perhaps a sort of disease that afflicted the trees, or some kind of fire? His nose wrinkled as he tasted the warm air, deducing he could not figure out why this place seemed so odd - but it truly was lovely.
It took him a bit of wandering, weaving effortlessly between the trees - a beautiful canvas of pink, red, and green - to catch the scent of another. Of a stranger, though with how often he moved it was rare he came across someone he knew. Interest was apparent on the tribal brute's features, a slight smile tugging at his lips for a moment. Though he was a loner through and through, independent to his very core, he was also quite social and the promise of company was too alluring to pass up.
It took awhile to track his scent, but before he knew it he was a dozen yards away from a brute who looked very much his size. A rarity in these lands, it seemed. His head would dip closer to the earth, nostrils flaring loudly as he took in his scent and assessed him; around most wolves he had no reason to be wary, but this one seemed very much like he could put up a fight, and he had no interest in fighting today.. not unless he had to.
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While the unknown man's height was the first thing to grab his attention, it was unable to hold it for very long. No, there was something much more fascinating about his appearance: from his lips protruded two tusks. Valentine was instantly captivated, but he reined his interest in and contained it. After a moment's study his gaze snapped upwards (both out of respect and a desire not to be caught) and fixed on the man's eyes. He searched them quickly for signs of ill will before parting with a simple greeting, "Hello." Unsure of this tusked stranger's intentions, the brute remained where he was. |
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NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.