Tonight We Are Victorious
02-27-2019, 07:18 PM
Finally, home at last. Well, in the general ‘dis my continent’ kinda way. Valentine still had a great deal of traveling to do to make it home. Although he was tired from the battle and the travel he was eager to stand before Rhythm and assure her of his success. None of the slavers had survived. They’d massacred the camp with alacrity and then spent the next several days hunting down all who had been away from the main body for one reason or another. None remained.
As proof of his total success Valentine had brought back the heads of the slavers’ most senior members. The cherry on his sundae, the jewel on his crown, the one head that now thumped against his chest as he walked belonged to none other than Toxic. He wasn’t letting that noggin out of his sight for a second. The rest he’d gotten others to carry but this one? This one he carried proudly. Because this bastard was the one that Rhythm requested. Jupiter carried the man’s favorite bitch's head, which Rhythm has also requested, but Valentine didn’t care about that one as much. She hadn’t raped his mate.
A number of wolves had been freed by the raid and some now traveled with them, but Valentine paid them no mind. And he made extra sure to turn a blind eye to the ones that might have been Rhythm’s. If they were wise they’d continue to keep their distance from him because without Rhythm’s looming presence to protect them Valentine had no intention of playing nice. They weren’t quite the lowest creatures he held opinions of (the wolf whose head now hung from his jaws definitely rated lower) but they were well below the median.
Valentine paused at the crest of a hill to look around at those that traveled with him. He dropped the head unceremoniously and then, after realizing the drop may have shaken loose the balls in its mouth, he quickly inspected it. No loose balls. He was free to look around.
As proof of his total success Valentine had brought back the heads of the slavers’ most senior members. The cherry on his sundae, the jewel on his crown, the one head that now thumped against his chest as he walked belonged to none other than Toxic. He wasn’t letting that noggin out of his sight for a second. The rest he’d gotten others to carry but this one? This one he carried proudly. Because this bastard was the one that Rhythm requested. Jupiter carried the man’s favorite bitch's head, which Rhythm has also requested, but Valentine didn’t care about that one as much. She hadn’t raped his mate.
A number of wolves had been freed by the raid and some now traveled with them, but Valentine paid them no mind. And he made extra sure to turn a blind eye to the ones that might have been Rhythm’s. If they were wise they’d continue to keep their distance from him because without Rhythm’s looming presence to protect them Valentine had no intention of playing nice. They weren’t quite the lowest creatures he held opinions of (the wolf whose head now hung from his jaws definitely rated lower) but they were well below the median.
Valentine paused at the crest of a hill to look around at those that traveled with him. He dropped the head unceremoniously and then, after realizing the drop may have shaken loose the balls in its mouth, he quickly inspected it. No loose balls. He was free to look around.
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
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