Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]
10-11-2021, 07:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2021, 07:42 PM by Valentine. Edited 2 times in total.)
Old age was a merciless sonofabitch. Not once in his life had Valentine ever missed a challenge and he wasn't about to start now, especially not when it involved one of his kin, but fuck it if it didn't take him twice as long to get there. If his tardiness was questioned he'd make a mess of the fucker that brought it up and curse whoever thought it was a good idea to make a pack way up here in the godforsaken frozen boonies. Fuck them all, fuck the journey, fuck the north.
Needless to say by the time Valentine got to where the fight was taking place the proceedings were well underway and he was not in a good mood. He strolled over to where the bulk of Sparrow's supporters were huddled and settled his bony old ass down. Only after sitting did he really inspect his granddaughter's groupies. Some, like Theory, Tyrian and Pyralis, he recognized, obviously. Others were strangers. And lordy were they a weird crowd. There were horns, some sort of diseased dog, and his personal favorite, scabby looking patches he only recognized as scales after staring for a good long time. The world was just getting weirder and weirder by the day. What the fuck.
Valentine shook his head to rid it of weirdness and turned his attention to the fighters. He fixed a grim gaze on his granddaughter and awaited the outcome.
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.