Willing myself Home
11-21-2021, 01:07 PM
As he fell further into the grip of the sickness Valentine's mood worsened. Cantankerous on the best days he was now paranoid to boot. His children were all hateful and out to ruin him, failures, or both. Mostly both. No one, not even his brand spankin' new grandchildren, could do right. He could feel them all talking about him. The unrelated pack wolves too. Whispering when they thought old ears couldn't hear. To hell with them all, he finally decided. He was going to chase them off his land. To do it he had set out on a quest to find those who had helped him kill Rhythm's captors all those years ago. There was Avalon, of course, and several paid fighters who he was certain he would find out this way. He would find them and together they would reclaim his land.
A stubborn, haughty figure, he marched through the woods with the air of a man who would not be interrupted. But interrupted he would be, apparently, as who but a long dead woman sat up from the ground as though waking from a nap. Valentine reared back like a startled horse and eyed Esti like she might breathe fire at him at any moment. "Fuck, woman. How'd you escape?" He peeked behind her. "Did you bring Cascade with you?"
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.