The forest cold

*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 07-01-2015, 07:42 PM by Valentine.)

Valentine stiffened as he became aware of a presence behind him. His hackles rose and the skin along the back of his neck prickled under the gaze of the stranger. He really didn't like be sneaked up on. The types that usually did the sneaking were the kind he usually had no patience for. A voice reached his ears as he turned around, and made a statement regarding his emotional state. In response Valentine grunted as he took in the woman for signs of ill will. "Thankfully, miss, you are mistaken," he rumbled. A lie? Perhaps, but his inner workings were his and his alone, and he loathed the idea of spilling his secrets to a complete stranger.

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