10-22-2010, 09:06 PM
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Every wolf expelled from their birth pack had a purpose in doing so, whether voluntary or not. Anything, from disease and decay within the leadership, causing the hierarchy to crumble, to simply becoming consumed by wanderlust and wandering away of one’s own free will. Valentine was not particularly accustomed to pack life. His father had been a loner for much of his life, and so this was inadvertently passed on to the children that he spawned, birthed by women that didn’t belong within the regular realm of society. Cliché as it was, he was descent from a long line of outcasts. This aided in his unorthodox encounter with the alpha male of this territory that he’d nearly stumbled onto. He was not some sniveling, starving beast seeking anywhere at all to take him in, and he had no true desire to infiltrate the ranks and take over, becoming a king. He was apathetic, though not entirely unordinary. Without thought he’d begun to pick the bone between his teeth again as the other spoke, moving it away from his lips only to speak himself. “How utterly asinine,” he replied. “At least I don’t intend on makin’ trouble for you. Fancied a chat, if anything,” Valentine continued, laughing softly. |