Sing to me, Jailbird
10-21-2014, 08:11 PM
Pacing the plains, Valentine's nose twitched as he sought the scent of the captive queen. For reasons he couldn't quite place, he wished to speak with her. Doing so would only punish the side of him that reasoned with input from his heart, but he was willing to risk it. Guilt for what his pack was doing had wracked him since her capture. Loyalty kept him from rash, guilt ridden decisions, but it didn't stifle his drive to help. His mother wanted the fae to live; was it not in eveyone's best interest if she did just that? He placed no trust in the little white slave, and so it was with that in mind that he searched for the captive. The young brute aimed to ease his conscience by making sure she was doing alright. He paused, nose still twitching. She was nearby, he could feel it. The brute's eyes roved the terra, the small assortment of bushes and dips in the scape that could possibly be hiding her. It occurred to him then that he didn't know her name; if he had known it, the cobalt prince would have called out to her, but without it, he wasn't sure how to address her. The title 'my Queen' rang in his ears, but she wasn't his queen in any stretch of the imagination. He compromised with a simple, "Lady?" "Speaking" "Thinking" |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.