simba, remember who you are

*Valentine* · 10-18-2021, 09:46 AM

When Theory had broached the idea that they travel together Valentine's first instinct was to call her out for what he saw as a blatant grab for something. What exactly he had no idea, but he knew a cover story when he heard one. Sparrow he understood. As she was a newly minted alpha it made sense for Theory to want to cozy up to her and figure her out. Why him, though? Brownie points, perhaps, with the Imperialis clan? He didn't know enough about this granddaughter to know if she was a schemer. In the end he opted to hold his tongue and go along with it. Sparrow was wounded and Theory was from Abaven so the way he saw it, it wouldn't hurt for them to have an escort lest any of the unhappy folks from the challenge think they were easy pickings.

Valentine stopped to brace himself against the sudden sharp gust of wind. He found himself pelted by a cloud of blue fireflies. When the wind died down he picked one unfortunate insect out of his mouth and half placed, half wiped it off on some nearby rocks. Another sudden gust while his paw was raised just about took him down. "Fuck me," he complained bitterly as he braced against the gale.

I've been... His head shot up. Watching you... What the fuck? All this time... Valentine's breath caught. No fucking way. His bitch of a mother was dead. She had to be. His longevity was his own; no doubt she'd died long ago in a ditch somewhere as unmissed and forgotten as the rest of her accomplishments.

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