Once again Valentine found himself in the Forest. This time he had a reason (besides sulking) for gracing the mist enshrouded . It was vain hope that had drawn him in, the hope that he would, by chance, find Kassander moping about. The odds felt slim, but living so close to the Forest made resisting the temptation hard. Without realizing what he was doing, the brute's pace slowed the closer he got to the stump Kassander had been resting on. He had a very good idea what he was going to find and it was for that reason he didn't want to reach his destination. Right now he didn't know for sure, so there was still a chance that Kassander was there. Of course, when he got there, the stump would be empty. The not knowing was, in a way, nice. As he'd known it would be, the stump was cold. No warm, unhappy ginger had curled up on it recently. There was no trace of him, not even a whiff. His disappointment aside, Valentine decided the lack of evidence was a good thing. Perhaps his friend was feeling better. Time well spent, he mused wryly. Maybe it was time to head home. ""

INSÖMNIA
I'M FRIENDS WITH THE DOPE MAN

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nebula flickering orbs canvased the terminal abyss for a rather ravishing meal. albeit nia was knew to the structure of alacritia she had a good sense not many roamed, some probably to lazy for their own good to get up and continue their fair share of righteousness. such tragic, uneven excellence that this babe frowned greatly upon. if it was her choice, she'd be sure to put everyone in their place - her throne would be known for its anarchy and highly driven militia. although, she merely dreams of running a fully potential empire and in due time she will eventually gain that.

as she travels onward, in search for food or even excitement and maybe even a little taste of one's blood - a spar of sort. the thought of maiming someone and stripping them of their badge tickled the greek damsel; leaving behind a chaotic yet neutral grin on her countenance. insömnia attention was drawn towards a larger wolf whom seemed to be shrouded in worry and some what misery. he was examining a stump, hardly ever directly his attention else where and for a moment her curiosity got the best of her. nia's phalanges as light as a feather while creeping up behind the beast. the temptress made no further motives, instead she stood to her full height - towering like a colosseum but still no match to his goliath status. her koi's shaped around the lyrics that came spilling from her mouth like blood from an open wound.

you seem saddened by something, lad.

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. ""

her polls anchored to the cavern of her skull, her alignments were quick to react to his rising hackles, using the extra muscle tissue she acquired from her shoulders to impact more leverage to her thorax - for if he decided to launch his incisors at her she'd be better protected. it wasn't long for him to bubble up some sorry excuse, something that went in on ear and out the other. without a second glance over his physique she already had his motives firmly in tact, she could tell by the way he carried himself he was of higher status than she. nia knew, just by taking a glimpse at the brute he was a fighter - an experienced one at that, which then brought her to acknowledging the likely hood that this masculine may be prone to acts of violence and in all fairness the damsel wouldn't mind it, no, not even the slightest bit. but he seemed worried about something and the pigment of muscle fractions gave plenty sign that he was dawning on a certain vessel - nia sensed the anticipation for it was leaking from the obsidian brute like venom from a snakes fangs. nia's tongue rolled from the sharp knife-like teeth embedded into her mouth, whilst her koi's formed around the creations of symphony's. oh, well it simply looked like it. but, excuse me, where are my manners. the banshee begins to clear her throat. the names insömnia, but you may address me as nia if you'd like.

She didn't look convinced by his denial, and that mattered little. It would be fair to call him an attention hound, but his need for approval had to be earned. This woman was an unknown to him and because of this, her opinion did not yet matter. Choosing to distance himself from the talk of his emotional state, Valentine dipped his head politely and murmured, "It's nice to meet you, Nia. My name is Valentine." He caught himself before he could tack on his title. It was becoming a habit to introduce himself as the King of Imperium and while that had its place in many conversations, it felt a bit pretentious to introduce himself like that all of the time. ""