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*Valentine* · 01-19-2019, 02:55 PM

Upon hearing how Abaven had gotten its mousey paws on the slaver Valentine grinned wolfishly. "A dumbass," he hissed gleefully before roaring a rude laugh and booming, "That's marvelous! Let's hope the rest of his kind are of similar intellect." He was amazed that one of those slimy creatures had thought he could what, ask nicely and the captives would go back willingly? How such a man had made it to adulthood baffled him, but perhaps the leaders of the slaver band kept simple-minded men around for grunt work and this one had simply gone rogue. It was hard to say and he honestly didn't care enough to consider it more.

"Well, you don't want him and I...do." Valentine grinned, the expression malicious and devoid of humor. "So give him to me; I'll make sure he never lays eyes on my son again." He didn't know who Epitaph was, and honestly, he didn't care. Rhyme, though? He wouldn't let anything happen to him again.

A better idea struck him then and before Shaye could speak he purred, "No." His grin widened. "I have a better idea. My son Chaos is alpha of Legion, a pack in the south. There that slaver of yours will never taste freedom again. Perhaps I could facilitate a trade, hm?"

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