And let the doorknob hitya where the good Lord splitya!

*Valentine* · 09-20-2015, 03:30 PM

Languid strides carried him over the already weakening markers that used to circle the territory that Sonticus had tried to make its home. As he'd said he would, Valentine was back. And he was pleased to see that his words had struck the appropriate amount of fear into Arian's heart. She'd taken her lot and fled as he'd expected, and though h'ed never doubted she'd do anything other than that, a part of him was disappointed. He'd wanted a fight, a chance to put his soldiers to good use and lay claim to whatever useful members Sonticus possessed, if they had any to begin with.

Reaching the strange and familiar rock structure in the heart of the Moor, Valentine circled the stones and, finding a suitable place, hiked a leg and took a piss in a place that had a high concentration of pack scent. With much disgust he then kicked large quantities of loose grit up behind him, gouging and scratching at the smell of Sonticus wolves that lingered in the old Arcanum land in an effort to scrub out the offending odor.

Satisfied with his work, Valentine then trotted away, moving to cross the Moor and exit out the side opposite of the one he'd come in on. For now his work here was done.

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