Oi, Bastards! BUMPUS HOUNDS!
02-14-2019, 07:35 PM
Valentine laid there on the ground for a good long while trying to recover. The longer he lay there, the madder he got, because it was this kind of weak shit that marked him as an old man. When at last he couldn't take it any longer he hauled himself to his paws with a disgusted snarl and sulked to the river to bathe. The water was painful, but his anger made him numb to it. The many small gouges and scrapes that marred his skin stung as the water hit them, but he ignored their complaints and focused on cleaning them the best he could. The least he could do was clean them out before he drug himself to Rhythm and let her tend to them. By the time he was satisfied the sun had set. Valentine hauled himself to the shore and shook out his coat before cursing his foolishness as all of his wounds protested at once. He then flopped down beside his beaver to rest again. "Blood." Without missing a beat, Valentine snarked, "Oh, indeed it is! My, my, what a spectacular nose you have, darling." He then turned to look at whoever was speaking. Once he caught sight of the woman he quirked a brow at her, the expression an obvious dare. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.