I'm no Guild Master

*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 09-18-2015, 10:29 PM by Valentine.)

It clicked suddenly why his disdain was so strong for this woman. She spoke without any measurable amount of tact, simply vomiting up words and stringing them together like a petulant child. The more he studied her the stronger the feeling that he was dealing with a toddler grew. Not only did she speak like a child, but she moved and acted and expressed herself like one. How such a person had managed to claim and keep a pack for so long was beyond him.

Disgust suddenly cracked the emotionless mask he wore and lifted his lips in a sneer. Wolves were born to hunt and kill the weak. Only a fool or the very, very strong targeted a healthy, capable animal. When picking a target out of a herd of deer was not the weakest member eyed first? This right here, this woman and her pathetic pack, they were without a shadow of a doubt, the weakest Alacritia had to offer. No change in leadership would stop him if he set his sights on Sonticus. Right now he was watching and testing, and Arian was not holding up under his scrutiny.

There was no point in wasting his time or efforts in arguing with this pathetic woman. His voice was soft, but nevertheless, the icy threat was clear. "I'm going to give you an ultimatum. Leave the Moor and do not return or I will be back to take more than a kill from you." Fearlessly he turned his back on her and began to walk away, pausing once to lazily speak over his shoulder. "Good day, Arian." He was still within spinning distance and should she decided to get lippy with him, Valentine would be around in an instant to silence her.

-exit unless stopped-

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