Groaning, the brute stretched. His jaws parted in a gross yawn, the muscles straining as he tested their limits. Finally his features settled, his eyes winking shut in a lazy, off sync blink. The day was young, the morning cool, and with his body limbered up, Valentine was ready to begin the day. Yep, he was ready for anything now. In celebration of his readiness, the cobalt titan flopped over. He hated mornings. Waking up sucked. If he were a slightly more motivated individual, he'd be up and ripping into the day, but since he wasn't five more minutes sounded like a fabulous idea. "Speaking" -- Thinking

ooc;; not quite sure where he is laying but assuming he is outside...

The massive brute was always late to bed and early to rise. Constantly moving and working now a days especially with so many slaves to maintain. He was anxious, on edge and antsy ALL the time now. He didn't know what to do or what was happening half the time and practically none of the time when Cataleya wasn't around to ground him to the here and now. Today in particular he felt foggy and distant from his own body. He felt like his form was trudging through the plains and his mind was somewhere up above watching everything. But despite his odd disconnected feeling he looked alert. Acidic green gaze was narrowed, shifting and slithering over his surroundings with a particular disdain and disgust. He had been living in the moor lately, having dragged Cat's butt there so he didn't have to be here of all places. This was where his son had been killed... He didn't know exactly where but there was a particular hatred for this place that was growing stronger and stronger every day. The only time his hatred was nullified was when he could distract himself. Like today. With Cats son. A weird sneer would slither across his lips as he approached the massive boy as he lounged in the sunlight, obviously content to not wake up just yet. "Aren't there things for a prince to be doing?" He would muse, almost to himself as he stood a short distance off from the boy. They had spoken in the past in passing but never one on one like this. How curious...

Speech!

OOC: Whoops, sorry! Yes, he is.

A voice interrupted his languid lounging. Valentine's eyes slid open, his head lifting to gaze up at the other. ...Kylar? What the hell did he want? They weren't exactly the closest stepfather/son duo; it was unlike him to initiate conversation. Alright, fine, he'd rise and possibly, if it wasn't too much work, shine. Sitting up slowly, the cobalt titan stretched once more. "I'm hardly a prince," he disagreed mildly, "But yes, I'm sure there are." Likewise, Valentine was sure there were things for a consort to be doing. "How about you? What brings you by on this fine morning?" The title of 'prince' lingered in his ears. While his mother was indeed the monarch, that had never given him a feeling of superiority. He felt more like a pack wolf that just so happened to also be the alpha's son. She'd never given him any kind of special attention or fostered the belief that he was a precious princeling who could get away with mayhem. No, he had a feeling that if he pulled any shit, she'd be the first to jump on him. "Speaking" -- Thinking

Valentine would speak lazily, brushing off his title but also agreeing that there should be things to be done most likely. Kylar would tip his head curiously, frowning slightly as he tried to process his both agreement and disagreement with Kyalr's previous statement. "So? your not a prince but your have princely things to do?" He would rumble curiously, brow quirking as his head tipped slightly. Valentine would shoot back a rather blunt statement, asked about his duties and why he had come to spare Valentine a moment. Well the kid had asked. "Heading to the moor to see if theres anything there to start a herb collection with. We seem to be seriously lacking in healers so figured I should teach the pack some basic knowledge should anyone get hurt?" Massive shoulders would lift and fall as acidic gaze studied the boy. He was young but he was massive, it made Kylar wonder briefly who the father was and where he got his height from. Granted Cataleya was not a midget by any means but Valentine was probably Kylar's height. Not that they had even stood side by side and measure to be sure. "I say you sleeping and thought to myself. Well that is a face I have not pissed off yet. Maybe I should give it a go." Again shoulders would lift and fall. It was true that Kylar had been on a bit of a rampage, the had an ever growing collection of wolves thanks to him it seemed and he was possibly about to start a war with another pack so why not start turning his attention to harassing current pack members?

Speech!

"So? you're not a prince but you have princely things to do?" In response to this, Valentine grunted, the corners of his mouth twisting up wryly. "I have things to do, but I didn't say they were princely." Kylar's answer to his question surprised the younger brute, a reaction that had to appear across his face as plain as daylight. Kylar? A healer? And he used the word 'hurt'. It was like he'd said 'boo boo' or 'ouchie'. In regards to injuries, he figured the berserker would use words with a more descriptive sound. It just sounded weird coming from his frequently blood-soaked jaws. That and the word 'herbs' but he was going to question that as soon as the words could be formed properly. "You're a healer?" He tried not to let his tone be too incredulous in case the older wolf decided to flip his shit over something that trivial. Really, he wouldn't put it past him. At least now he knew that Kylar would be able to patch him up after ripping into him. His next statements pulled a booming laugh from Valentine's lips. "You have your work cut out for you." His lips lifted in a bemused smirk. He didn't rile easily and unlike the other, he wasn't prone to grudges or destructive displays of emotion. "But please don't feel like you need to take that as a challenge." "Speaking" -- Thinking

Brow would quirk at Valentine's words and skull would rotate off it's axis curiously as he tried to figure out what the younger male might mean by that. Eyes would narrow, expression questioning but he would not actually speak his question, not sure if this was Valentine's way of being 'mysterious' or if he was just fucking with Kylar. Whatever questions Kylar might have entertained would immediately be banished as an expression of pure shock washed over Valentine's face and he dropped a question. The black male's brows would furrow and he would look left and then right as if someone might be playing a prank on him. Nope, seemed Valentine was actually shocked by Kylar's healer abilities. "Hey, if you wanna be an arrogant asshole who picks fights over sticks you have to be able to patch yourself up." Massive shoulders would lift and fall as if it was the most obvious answer ever. An easy grin would slither across his lips, only to be chased away as shock overcame him and he would blink at Valentine's comment. A challenge? Head would tip again, smile growing once more as eyes narrowed. "Challenge accepted. One day I'll piss you off even if I have to leave deer entrails draped over your sleeping body." Smile was sly, he would make this boy angry one day, mark his words.
Speech!

Valentine snorted again and shook his head. He should have expected that. "That sounds...endearing, to say the least." Yeah, about as endearing as being repeatedly kicked in the face. Now he'd have to sleep with one eye open lest the beserker actually do it, and Valen didn't put it past him. Ah, so about that healing thing... The brute cleared his throat. "Would you mind if I went with you?" Don't make this awkward, dude... "As someone who is also an arrogant asshole, I think it would be in my best interest to uh," He shrugged, "Learn the basics." No, really. It was knowledge he desperately needed. Sooner or later he was going to come across someone bigger and tougher than he, and while he was nowhere close to being undefeated, he'd never really had his ass handed to him. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Unwilling to get off his rump until he knew for sure Kylar would allow him to follow, the brute stayed sitting. Lazy? Hell yes he was. "Speaking" -- Thinking

Lips would curl into a twisted smirk as Valentine called him 'endearing' but he would not reply yet, simply allow a chuckle to bubble up his throat. A moment later Valentine would clear his throat and Kylar's ears would flip forward as brow raised in curiosity. He would speak again, go with Kylar? For a moment the massive male would forget that he had mentioned going to the moor and collecting herbs but again Vaentine would speak and it would all click together. Valentine wanted to learn about herbs? After acting so shocked the Kylar knew about herbs? Odd? But massive shoulders would lift and fall in a lazy shrug. "Sure, why not. It's been a while since I taught anyone anything? Might as well practice on you before making an ass out of myself in front of the whole pack..." He would muse before lifting himself and shaking his dense coat out. He would jerk his head in a motion for Valentine to follow as he set off at an easy pace towards the moor. "My mother was a healer. She specialized in treating obscure things like diseases and such. I had a littermate who's blood can't clot so the slightest scratch and he would bleed out. She knew how to fix that stuff. I only know how to treat wounds and infections. Some other random uses of herbs. A few poisons? Have you learned anything about plants?" He would speak easily as they would move, long legs devouring the earth despite his easy pace. It was nice not to have to shorten his stride so that others didn't have to keep up... WORDS HERE

Kylar shrugged and in response Valentine stretched, his limbs snaking out and down before him as his rump rose in a cat-like pose. From there he pushed himself up into a standing position, massive jaws snapping wide in a yawn. He needed to wake up already. The force of the yawn made his eyes water and the brute turned bleary eyes on the older wolf as he spoke. "Might as well practice on you before making an ass out of myself in front of the whole pack..." Not half bad reasoning. The pair set off, Valentine moving to Kylar's left side in an attempt to walk abreast with him. The monochrome brute would go on to explain a bit about how he'd come to know somethings about healing and Valentine took the opportunity to listen carefully. It wasn't every day that he learned something about the other male, in fact, knowledge on the destruction prone creature was pretty rare, so getting a glimpse into his past was interesting to say the least. Valentine's ears perked at the word 'poisons'. Now, that right there didn't surprise him one bit. Of course Kylar knew a bit about poisons. It was definitely knowledge Valen wished to acquire, although he felt that healing know how was a bigger priority. "Not a damn thing," he admitted. Well, that wasn't entirely true, he knew a bit about recreational plants, but there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he was going to tell Kylar that. If the knowledge were to get back to his mother there was no telling what her reaction would be. He strongly doubted she'd take his drug use well. "Learning how to treat wounds and infections seems like a good place to start." He shrugged, before continuing wryly, "Knowing a bit about poisons wouldn't hurt any either." Well, it wouldn't hurt him any. "Speaking" -- Thinking