10-16-2010, 07:46 AM
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Solitude brought about inward contemplation and pensiveness, disallowing one to escape from within their own head, for there were not often distractions powerful enough to drive one from these such thoughts. Guilt would devour one alive in such a state. Madness would grow, consuming all rationality. Valentine did not like to be alone, despite holding a thoughtful, dreamer’s mind. He did not like to dwell long within the inescapable walls devoid of distraction. This violet eyed wolf—oh, how beautiful and entrancing they were—kept him from delving too deeply into his own consciousness. He moved forward, and Valentine fell into step with him, pleased that he’d been agreeable to his suggestion. “No,” he returned. “I’m not.” Crimson eyes briefly met violet, never losing his amiable expression. “You the one been pissin’ on trees ‘round here?” he asked, smiling. It was simply a not-so-subtle way to discover this wolf’s position within these alien lands. |