Eau de Chien

*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 09-13-2014, 10:11 AM by Valentine.)

Settled under a useless, scraggly tree just outside Arcanum territory sat the world's most miserable brute. His head was bowed, water streaming off his grumpy features as he stared pointedly into the rain. Resigned to be sopping wet and miserable regardless of where he chose to plant his rump, Valentine had found himself wandering Arcanum purposeless save for the nagging suspicion that if there were gods, they had taken it upon themselves to give him the esteemed and highly desired purpose of Unhappiness.

The brute sneezed, flinging drops of water and snot in all directions and briefly obscuring his vision with mist. The streams running down his face quickly resumed their endless trickle, the thickest of which left his chin in a single, solid line. Valentine's ears would flick, spritzing already soaked ground with the renegade drops that had chosen to invade them. He wished for a reprieve.

Pointed gaze would rise momentarily as the crack of thunder broke across the sky. His ears would swivel, following the thunder as it ricocheted and came back to him, and then he'd resume his hunched position. Something had to give and while he was the living embodiment of wretchedness, Valentine had no plans to admit defeat. The weather would give. It was only a matter of time.

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