Uh-Oh, Spaghetti-O's

*Valentine* · 01-15-2016, 09:09 PM

Curiosity drew him in like a moth to flame. If he wasn't mistaken the voice that now called for him had not long ago howled out a claim. Alacritia was in need of stout leaders. The voice that had rung out across the land sounded strong. Valentine hadn't been left with the impression that the caller was a jittery mess. No, he'd sounded sure of himself and blessedly not at all like a hippie calling a bunch of flower children together. Valentine was cautiously optimistic.

As soon as he laid eyes on the howler Valentine's train of thought derailed and abruptly burst into flame. Holy sunset and star baby, batman! He didn't know where to look. There were dots, splatters and swirls everywhere in the most outlandish colors and nonsensical patterns imaginable. He was looking at the very definition of a freak...and he didn't know how to feel about it. There was a certain beauty in the outlandish chaos; a wildness that was almost - but not quite - too wild to be palatable. Valentine honestly didn't know if he should be repulsed or infatuated.

Blessedly there were no horns poking out of the man's head - Valentine checked twice.

His misgivings didn't slow him down for a moment. There was the slightest hitch in his step as his train of thought met its untimely end, and then he recovered smoothly and played the pause off as the beginnings of a confident lilt. As he met the mismatched gaze of the caller Valentine dipped his head in greeting. "Greetings," he rumbled, "What business do you have here?"

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