Let My People Go

*Valentine* · 02-08-2015, 02:40 PM

Out of all the possible responses he thought he might get, Bass laughing up at him wasn't one. It irked him and as such his ears fell back to make his feelings known. Here he was offering concern, not only for the bleeding little bastard, but for his pack and his sister. He then proceeded to accuse him of some kind of vague wrong against Rhythm - a statement that caused Valentine's hackles to rise in agitation. Black masked bastard? Someone with a black mask? What?

The continued accusations had him lurching towards the smaller male, seeking to tower over him. His neck arched, chin instinctively tucking over his throat as he glared down the bridge of his nose at Bass. "Enough," he spit, lips curling as he sought to halt the torrent of confusing -and unfounded- accusations. Perhaps he was getting a bit pompous, but no one would speak to him like that on his land.

He wasn't sure what to make of what Bass had to say. Coldly, he parted with the words, "If I want something or someone, you better believe I'll fight for them myself." Sensing that something had gone on without his knowledge that either involved members of his pack or Arcanum's, he ground out, "I don't know where Rhythm is and I don't know what you're talking about," But if Rhythm was in danger, he needed the facts immediately. Valentine was getting closer and closer to forcibly shaking the story out of Bass since he insisted on spewing venom instead of information. "But you better make it clear right now." He didn't care what Bass thought of him. Didn't even care if he was winding down and ready to carry on peacefully, he just wanted to know what had happened to put Rhythm in harm's way, and he wanted to know immediately.

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