He loves me...he loves me not
01-06-2016, 06:42 PM
Valentine needed to have a talk with one of his fighters. He wasn't particularly keen on this conversation but it needed to be had. The King's eyes roved across the Range in search of Einarr. He'd deliberately let some time pass since his fight for Avalon and the ensuing shit fest; it had given him time to think and mull over his options. If there was one thing he demanded of Imperium's members it was unwavering loyalty. With the actions of his mother during the challenge Einarr's loyalty had been called into question. His mother and step father were enemies of Imperium and this potentially put the young Legionary at odds with his pack. After sitting down near the entrance of the barn Valentine tipped back his head and called Einarr to him. With the changing of the seasons the snow had begun to melt and as a result the river had risen and the ground had become waterlogged. The King doubted there was dry place to be found anywhere in Imperium. Thankfully it seemed whatever forces were responsible for the wooden structure had foreseen similar occasions and built it on high ground. While wet, the ground near the barn was somewhat less waterlogged than say, the low points between the knolls. The walls of the barn would also offer some amount of privacy. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
01-06-2016, 09:18 PM
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01-09-2016, 02:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-09-2016, 02:04 AM by Valentine.)
Einarr arrived with an appropriately somber expression. It was clear he knew exactly why he was being called, which saved Valentine the trouble of having to bring it up and lay out in preparation of what he had to say. Valentine returned his Legionary's polite nod. Einarr then voiced a statement Valentine definitely agreed with. This was going to be rather unpleasant. "You would be correct, I'm afraid." He paused for a moment to studied the Legionary and try to get a feel for where he was at; for what kind of stance he was going to take. Einarr had to have known there would be consequences to his actions the day of the challenge. Now whether or not he would accept them? That was the question. There was no point it beating around the bush so Valentine jumped right in. "Einarr, you called into question my ability to make decisions in front of our packmates and wolves who were, for all intents and purposes, in that moment, our enemy. In doing so you undermined my authority and I find that kind of behavior unacceptable." There was a very brief pause as he considered his next words. "Not only that, but you did it in defense of a wolf who just attacked your alpha." That was almost - not quite, but almost - treasonous. "So I need to know this: does your loyalty lie with your mother and stepfather or your pack?" In this instance it couldn't lie with both. There was no gray area here; it was black or white; us or them. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
01-20-2016, 09:36 PM
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01-23-2016, 04:51 PM
There was a palatable tension beneath the calm the two wolves projected. They were playing their respective roles civilly, but at least on Valentine's end he was waiting for the seemingly inevitable outburst of emotion. His expression unwavering, he kept his attention fixed on Einarr. “It’s a shame things have to be this way. I could give two shits about the pack my mother is in..." For reasons he couldn't quite place Valentine zeroed in on this statement. Presumably Einarr meant he couldn't give two shits about his mother's pack, since giving a shit meant he actually cared...but now didn't really seem like a good time to be questioning the Legionary's misuse of the phrase. Perhaps a growing sense of what he was going to have to do was forcing him to fixate on the trivial. It didn't matter - he knew it didn't matter - and yet he wanted it to have his attention. It would be easier to call out the boy's flub than to give him the ultimatum; easier to burst through the calm that way and become heated. Do away with this forced civility. His mother was a blooming idiot. Because Einarr was her son Valentine couldn't fault him for believing otherwise or seeing her piteous acts of "bravery" as anything other than a sad joke. His loyalty to her was admirable and there were parallels that could be drawn between them and Valentine and his own mother. But Einarr's loyalty was not to him or Imperium and that couldn't be ignored. "I will not hold it against you.” Valentine nodded his agreement. He felt the same way and wouldn't hold the Legionary's choice against him. "Then I have an ultimatum to give you, one I'm sure you expect and one I'm sure I know the answer to. Renounce your mother - her surname, her family, her affection for you - or leave Imperium immediately and do not return." The "or else" needn't be said, but it was there. He wouldn't -couldn't - take rejection well. Einarr was only getting the chance to leave unharmed once. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
01-31-2016, 03:52 PM