Rub-a-dub-dub Hati in the tub

*Valentine* · (This post was last modified: 08-02-2015, 06:42 PM by Valentine.)

OOC: permission to powerplay given by Tea.

All the way across the fucking Knolls he drug the heavy, stinky man. Valentine tried to hurry, to shuffle as quickly as he could, in the hopes that Hati wouldn't wake up before he was done. The dude was in desperate need of a bath. Desperate. Need. He even tasted bad. The thick black fur that now coated Valentine's tongue tasted sour. Like a kill that had sat out in the hot sun and festered.

Finally he reached his destination. A branch of the Rio Grande snaked its way across the Orchard and was the largest source of moving water in Imperium. The 'moving' part was the reason Valentine had chosen it for Hati's bath water. That way the filth would wash downstream and not pollute a good watering hole.

Valentine backed into the creek, dragging Hati along with him. He carefully waded out into the middle, taking pains not to dip Hati's face under too often. Once there he adopted a wide stance similar to one he might use in a fight and, unable to think of a better method that didn't involve way too much touching, dunked Hati under. In a flash he pulled the Hati's head back out of the water and gently shook him from side to side so that his body swished through the creek. The process was repeated with less full body dunking and varying degrees of swishing until Valentine felt that was a good as it was going to get. He then drug Hati back to the bank and deposited him unceremoniously on the ground.

With Hati (somewhat) clean and sprawled out on the bank like a dead thing, Valentine turned back to the creek. He bent down, opened his mouth, and stuck his muzzle in. Up to his eyes in water, Valentine then used his left foreleg to scrape at his tongue until the taste of dirt blotted out the taste of Hati.

Tongue (somewhat) clean, Valentine turned back around to face the still dead looking Hati. His eyes were immediately drawn to the nasty-looking wounds. Oh, boy. Clearly he needed more help than Valentine could supply.

The King called for Rhythm.

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