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p. Valencia | Shattered Coast
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((575)) Hope this is alright. :D


The sight of the sea brought back a plethora of pleasant memories, made tangible by the accompanying scent of salt in the air. Chilled winds brushed over the dark waters and combed through his fur, stopping him in his tracks atop the jagged shore. Now, he gazed to the heavens. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes to remember. Closing his eyes to forget.
His usual company had opted to stay home, not for security purposes, but because one could only take so much of Basil Butler.

He stood shorter than his father, though not far from it. His build was lankier, not as muscle bound and obviously athletic as his dad, and contrasting significantly from his bulky littermate Samuel. The merle's posture could use correcting, shoulders slouching, as if forced down by the thick olive-colored jacket that hung over his thin frame. It was far too large for a being his size, but it was a factor that hardly mattered in his opinion; it was useful, keeping him protected from the biting breeze and freezing rain, so what sense did it make to complain about looseness?

He opened his eyes again, the greyish sky bursting into view. The faint shine of the sun peeking slightly through the clouds reflected in heterchromic orbs of cold silver and icey blue. Quickly, he turned back to the sea, the heavy sound of water slapping violently against its stony borders getting his attention.

A soft laugh escaped the mutt. When he was younger, he often visited the beach. Tiny paws forced imprints into the soggy sand, only to be washed away seconds later by the waves. He recalled dragging a rather large piece of driftwood about locked in his jaws, playing with his siblings until it was far too dark to see, and they were following the voices of their parents back home.
And it was always warm, home. They'd climb into bed, swimming in a pool of sheets and blankets, as well as furs collected from their guardians' hunts. Pressed together, the soft snoring of a brother or sister would soon lull another to their sleep, until the dogs were left with a pile of slumbering masses of reddish-brown fur.

Another crashing wave made contact with the coast, salty spray even reaching the male standing nearby.
Since Basil's shift, he'd been determined to live on his own. He wished to provide for himself and to earn what received. Though he had first been apprehensive of even having his coydog friend along, after the short time spent in Halifax, the Butler boy had began to appreciate the Irishdog's presence.
He never assumed it'd be difficult, emotionally, to abandon the life as he knew it for another. He didn't regret his decision now, but he had convinced himself that his feelings for others would never hinder his choices. The French-English mutt wasn't ready to admit it aloud, but he couldn't lie to himself; he missed his family.

This was as close as he'd get for today, on land in between his previous, comfortable past and the start of a new, adventurous future. Toes dug into the gritty sand, as if the wolf-dog had to grasp hold in fear of traveling one way or the other with too little contemplation.
The Butler son hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. With a heavy sigh, he let his body relax, and again, looked out to the stretching salty waters.


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The near proximity of the Shattered Coast to her pack's lands made it the easiest place where she could escape for the day now that she had shifted. Though, of course, there was still a limit on how far she could go on her own, anyway. Valencia had curfews and rules to make sure she stayed safe. Especially with the paranoia surrounding her mother's previous disappearance, they were not willing to risk something similar happening to their young and headstrong daughter. She was not headed too far from home, though, and had told her parents exactly where she would be. Home by sundown, they said, which she had committed to because she had no real choice. Disobeying blatantly about something so important to them wasn't in her nature. Especially not when she could see the shimmer of fear in their eyes at the idea of her leaving, like Rio had, for an extended period of time.


Going out when on two legs was different than going out when on four. First of all, she had to choose how to dress. Since she was going to be on the coast, it made sense to dress casually and ready to take it off if she went for a swim or decided to fish. So far, she hadn't obtained a bag or any sort of items to bring along with her. So she wore her purple skirt and a loose gray long sleeve shirt. They should be easy to throw off if (okay, when) she found a good spot to swim. Though the Shattered Coast was, as a whole, not the best place for it. What was fun without a touch of danger though? Walking from Cour des Miracles out into the sands of the neutral territory felt like drawing a fresh breath of air. Freedom! It was so great to be shifted and considered more adult.


She hadn't expected to see Basil Butler. Of course she had heard that he left to be on his own, so she figured he would be staying far away from here. After all, why move far away only to linger close to the Court anyway? Her steps paused as she looked curiously at him. He was shifted, which she hadn't seen before. It had happened shortly before he left the pack and she really hadn't made a point to see the Other Butler Son (as she thought of him) at all. Mostly, she spent time with Estella and Aoves. Sometimes with Samuel or Harvey, but pretty much never with Basil since their first encounter. His merle coat looked odd stretched out across his frame, she thought. Maybe it was just weird to see him in this altered form. Though she figured the same could be said of her. Self-consciously, she lowered her hands to flatten the front of her skirt. Frowning faintly as she considered whether to approach him or not.


In the end, she made the decision much quicker than she had thought she would. It was rude to see someone she knew and not talk to them. Besides, she was curious how it was to live on their own. "Hey, Basil!" she called out from her position, walking toward him with confident strides. Her lips curved in a polite smile. "How's life on your own?"


5 points. I am so sorry for the horrid delay! Your post is lovelyyyyy. *drools on it*

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((616)) No no, I apologize for my own. And thank you! :D I can tell this will be good.


One thing he could appreciate in his new life alone (with the exception of Kofei, who hardly helped in the matter of anything but dancing about or getting drunk) was the fact that his parents were not longer around constantly to judge his behavior. He was certain they did so, without a doubt his former guardians likely sat at home, worrying over him while imagining their boy in some life-threatening situation driven by their acknowledgement of his personality (or, in his father's case, secret hope towards a life-changing experience to finally turn his attitude around), but the distance between the mutt's place in Halifax and the Butler home in the court allowed more freedom.
He could return home whenever he felt, and in any condition he wished. There was nobody about to care over how he laid about, often times tossed upon the couch like a ragdoll, disheveled and reeking of a previous night filled with adventure. The Irish coydog that shared the abode would make his comments and perhaps suggestions on occasion, when he himself wasn't the epitome of carelessness, but they were all in vain; the Butler son wasn't one to listen, much less care.
Now, though it was only growing darker, there was no hurry to return to the ruined city. Koko was more likely than not lazing about and singing aloud, a habit of his Basil had actually come to adore. Other than looking forward to the melodious sounds of his friend whilst planning the next hunt if they ever wanted to manage through the harsh winter and still be comfortable with their food supply, the French-cockney male was content with enjoying time alone by the sea.

He hugged the olive green jacket around his frame, though the garment was over-sized by a significant amount of material. Hands tucked under his folded arms, across his chest, the male was blocked effectively from the salty chill that rolled over the misty waters. His pelt helped in keeping the fellow warm, blessed with longer fur passed down from both of his parents. Additionally, he kept his white locks lengthy, spilling over his shoulders as well as often obscuring his view. Overall, he appeared to be some homeless scavenger, but with an acquired charm that was hard to find repelling, appearance-wise.
When it came to personality, he hadn't changed a bit.

Ears perked at the sound of another approaching, the young male turned to catch sight of a familiar face.
And it was about all that was recognizable. Besides the fact that her pelt, scent and manner was almost unchanged since her puppy days, Basil would have likely mistaken Valencia for just another roamer.
It was strange to see her walking upright, though he could imagine it was the same feeling for her viewing him now. Last he remembered, she was still a pup, whining about the advantages he had due to his age when deciding what games to play on the beach. The memory caused his lips to twitch, though no real smile was formed, as of yet.

It almost came as a shock to hear her voice; not that it was far different now, or too soon forgotten, but the merle mutt was certain his past behavior would have driven her from his company. It seemed it was wrong, however, and the Catori female was as polite as always.
This will be fun.

In reply, the former courtier gave a small shrug and spoke afterward. "Well, fancy tha'... Miss Valencia." He added with a welcoming nod, his best impression of a gentleman. "So far, I can't complain. I've been treatin' myself ratheh well." He took a step closer, facing the girl, and smirked.


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Her willingness to set aside his past behavior was certainly a testament to her upbringing. Rio had been careful to teach her daughter manners, which included not holding grudges. Besides, they had aged. Perhaps he had matured with time. Though there was part of her that doubted that, the blue-eyed Courtier couldn't help but give him the benefit of the doubt. Her fingers did reflexively brush against the fabric of her skirt again. Perhaps there was more uncertainty in her than she was generally choosing to show. She was immediately aware she had done this motion and bit her tongue inside of her mouth, frustrated by it. Surely the astute and attentive male would pick up on the very mild motion that suggested that she was not as at ease as she had originally tried to portray herself. It was too late now, though, she would just have to try and rein in her gestures from this point forward.


The merle Butler boy shrugged lightly and responded readily. There was no hesitation to him, either, but she hadn't expected there would be. He had been rather confident (if not cocky) as a child, so she certainly expected him to have maintained that trait. He stepped a bit closer which she observed without a visible reaction. Inwardly, she felt her stomach flutter a bit. His proximity was a concern for her, since she had no idea who he had fallen in with since leaving Cour des Miracles. Perhaps he was still affectionate toward his former pack's membership, perhaps he was not. Though she didn't perceive him as dangerous, she did classify him as unpredictable. She had to keep her fingers still and twine them in front of herself to keep herself from repeating her nervous tick of brushing her fingers along her skirt.


It wasn't that he was acting strangely or rudely. In fact, it was that he wasn't and was acting very politely that made her so sure there was something else happening below the surface. Come now, Valencia, perhaps he has just grown up, she thought to herself. "I am glad to hear it. You are living in... Halifax now, right? Do you have friends there?" she asked in return, tilting her head very slightly with interest. She had carefully remained where she had stopped, though the gap that she had originally intended to create between them was shortened by his own step forward.


3 points. Mwahaha, yes indeed. >:]

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((505)) Aaaannnnd Basil's back. :I


Physically, the mutt had little going for him. He was a bit lanky, definitely not as well-built as his father or brother Samuel. He slouched some, never failing to appear exhausted or worn, and his loose-fitting attire hardly helped. When it came to brawn, he was at a disadvantage.
If the French-cockney had a chance at maintaining control of a conversation or otherwise dominating a situation, it had to be done through other methods. Thanks to his fathers influence, the boy had a charm about him that was attractive enough to gain attention, with a silver tongue and accent to accompany his compliments. Unlike his parent, the wolf-dog wasn't against using flirtatious techniques for his own benefit, though they were immature at best; he had yet to reach full maturity, and would still rather use insults to get an individual riled up.
With his mother's schooling, the Butler son had become a well-read critical thinker. Though it was applied with the best of intentions, Basil often used the knowledge to smart off and refute his less fortunate father, consistently downgrading his less educated guardian simply for the amusement of angering another.

It was no surprise if she was uncomfortable around him; he was a loner now, a rebel of his former pack gone to live amongst the vagrants in a ruined city. He'd been a troublesome pup, and shifting could have very well only provided a new stance for his delivery of torment. The thought of it caused a devious smirk to detail his expression.
Heterochromic orbs of icey blue and cold silver darted quickly from the caressed skirt, back to the Catori female's bright eyes. He made mental note of their luster, admitting only inwardly that he found them quite lovely.
They still wouldn't distract the ex-courtier from his previous thoughts.

He nodded, "Oui, mon amie, in the 'ouse where I was born." The litter had traveled to Cour des Miracles as well, born outside the pack. They were young and likely unable to remember much of the home in Halifax, but stories told them enough.
Friends... He had met one. However, selfish as he was, Basil Butler didn't feel like mentioning the coydog. Kofei was able to attain enough attention on his own, singing and dancing about so gaily, and while the poor girl already seemed so out of place, it would be unlike the mixed brute to let the opportunity pass him by.
"Friends, who needs 'em?" The merle scoffed, shaking his head for emphasis. "Non, I wan'ed t' prove tha' I could live on my own, an' I'm doing just tha', mon amie. If anyfin', I've become a force t' be feared!" He added, taking another step forward. He snapped at her simultaneously, almost cackling afterward. "But..."
He'd straightened up, shoving white hands into the pockets of his coat nonchalantly as he finished his lie. "Guess tha's what 'appens when ya kill a bloke, hm? Serve 'em right... Nasty lot out 'ere." After all, he couldn't play nice for too long.


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In other circumstances, she might have found him appealing as a potential suitor. Though she was not yet of the mind to seek someone to be her mate, there was still a sharper awareness of the male gender now that she had shifted. It wasn't like it clicked and she went from innocent child to lovesick adolescent, but she was progressing toward a more romantic creature. A wolf with desires and attraction to other wolves in a way beyond friendship. That was one of the impacts of her hormones starting to charge her forward toward adulthood. There was still plenty of time for her to figure out all of that, though, and Basil was unappealing on the list of attractive males for several reasons. His disloyalty to Cour des Miracles being one of them.


When he said he lived in the house where he was born, she raised her ears and tilted her head slightly. "Oh, I didn't know you were born in Halifax." she said. It hadn't come up in any of her conversations with the other Butlers. Why would it, though? They were loyalists to the Court now, and cared nothing for their old home. So she assumed, anyway. The boy moved on from that topic to scoff at the idea of friends, though, and saying that he was to be feared. She was not impressed by that concept at all; she did not fear him. Although she was certainly made more nervous by his advance, followed quickly by the snap of teeth and a cackle that had her ears flat against her head. The girl's heart beat a bit faster, accelerating only more when he finished what he had to say about his experiences outside of the pack.


Her mouth gaped open for a moment like a fish out of water, shocked that he had just so blatantly admitted to killing someone. All of her skin was prickling, the fur standing on end in a mixture of defensiveness and amazement. Naively, she believed what he had just told her and truthfully she had no reason to doubt it; perhaps his murderous heart had been the reason he left the Court. Certainly they could not have homicidal creatures running around in their civilized home. Valencia snapped her mouth shut and backed up a couple of paces, her ears flattening. "Why did you kill him?" she asked in a soft voice. Though it was clearly a less confident tone than what she had used before, her voice didn't vibrate or tremor as she had feared. Which was a pleasant surprise and she felt proud of herself for that, at least. That and the fact that she hadn't run away screaming already.


Silently, she readied herself to run, though. Her leg muscles felt tensed and ready to move if necessary, her throat itching to howl if the need came for it. The pack was near, they would protect her; even Harvey and Aoves would fight their son, she thought, if he meant to harm one of their pack's own.


5 points. HEH, I love Basil. XD

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((461)) These guys man. Pfft. :D


As of yet, his focuses were that of a trouble-seeking pup; what distracted him from the seriousness of reality and surviving as a loner was considerably less important than even more accepted desires, such as stocking up on food and goods. Even developing a crush an another could lead to greater outcomes than simply wishing to pester any and all who crossed his path, as they would hopefully be able to settle the restless boy of his devious urges by the motivation of obtaining a mate. Though it wasn't uncommon for those his age to not yet be interested in finding a partner, friendships could result in benefits, such as a little extra assistance whenever it was necessary. The way things were going now, the mutt was unlikely to have anything but enemies, save for this Irish companion, let alone a partner at any time soon.
Still, there was time to mature.

That didn't been, however, that the Butler boy was unable to recognize attractive qualities when before him. Shared only with himself (for the sake of his reputation and dignity, he claimed), the young male had collected a list of features one could find themselves fancying about the canine in his presence. Valencia had certainly grown to be a lovely young female... If it wasn't for that personality. He wrinkled his nose.
He had to remember, this was Valencia. The same Valencia that had acted so snooty before, the very same who'd held him below his siblings and insulted his behavior. So what if he had been perhaps a bit too playful? Considering how mature she liked to appear, the French-cockney felt understanding his methods of amusement wasn't too difficult of a task.

His attitude had returned as he crossed his arms over his chest, emphasizing the action with an exasperated huff. "Well, I was. We were, the whole lot of us." There was no reason for her to have known, but hardly anything was delivered by the merle boy in a mannerly fashion.

He was please by her reaction; first subtle, only noticing a movement of her ears which could have been driven by anything from fear to annoyance, the tension felt only seemed to grow thicker as the words left his mouth.
He could have laughed.
"Why?" He repeated, smirking again as he began circling around the surprised girl. "Hm... Why?" He continued to tease, slowly continuing his revolution, moving closer eventually. Basil wanted more, he always wanted more.

The son stood before her now, white hands raising to place themselves upon her shoulders. He gripped them firmly, but with no overbearingly tight grip; he didn't wish to hurt her, only cause a reaction.
Leaning in, his voice was more of a whisper now, but clear. "Why not?"


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Certainly Basil Butler could never match the idea of a prince charming for the fair lady that was Valencia Catori. Indeed, he was far from it. The idea that anyone might someday want this merle ruffian as their mate would have never even occurred to her. If it had, it would have been as a silent joke. Though normally she did her best to reserve judgment of others, she had finalized her opinion of Basil from their two experiences with each other. He was uncouth, abrasive, and generally untrustworthy. Thank the gods that he had left the pack, because she certainly would not have wanted this inconstant wolf within their ranks. Though she knew that, overall, the Butler family missed him. Who wouldn't miss a blood relative, though? Even one who turned out to be a murderer without just cause. Perhaps, despite her inner attempts to turn her head from him, she found a certain allure to his roguishness herself... no, certainly not. At least no conscious part of Valencia would ever admit to such.


All of the Butlers had lived in Halifax... she would have to ask Estella about that when she got home. Not if, though she really was beginning to wonder what she had gotten herself into by talking to Basil. She stood frozen in indecision as he pressed nearer to her. Panic caused her heartbeat to rise in her throat, though training kept her face schooled to a neutral expression. Then again, the very fact that her face had not adjusted might betray that her inner feelings did not match how she appeared. Was he advancing on her to kill her too, now that she knew his secret? Could she call out or run fast enough before he snuffed out her life, too? Had she made the biggest mistake ever by approaching a familiar face? Maybe she should have walked away from him the moment she saw him, but curiosity killed the cat as the saying went. Would it this time kill the wolf?


He circled her and she crossed her arms protectively over her chest, shivering slightly at his words. There was clear pleasure in him at the way he was making her feel and she frowned. Feeling both angry and still scared by what he was doing. Stiffening her shoulders and standing as tall as she could, she did her best to try and get the fear out of her. The anger was certainly burning bright enough to snuff it out, given time. When he reached out for her, then touched her, she jumped slightly under his fingers. Not from fear or rage, but because she was startled. It was so unexpected! Why on earth should he be touching her right now? Her heart continued to feel like it was beating a rhythm against her throat. At his question, she frowned further. "You not worthy for the Court, I am glad that you left. We certainly would not want a murderer in our midst." she said coldly, though inside she was still quaking with fear. At least her voice had remained firm, a point of pride for her.


5 points. All the DRAMAZ, love it! XD

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((437)) Poor Valencia... ;u;


No matter her appearance now, she was the same girl from those infrequent times before; to Basil, she was nothing more than a sickeningly proper goody-two-shoes with an awful habit of sharing her often opposing opinion whether it was welcome or not. The Catori much rather enjoyed the company of his siblings, even his parents before she'd ever admit to finding any moment in his presence the least bit amusing... Though, the merle son could hardly deny that he felt the same for her; though he was unable to play about with non-existent siblings in order to favour their togetherness over the time spent alongside her, there were other more pleasurable things the Butler boy found himself placing before another meeting for the two of them, such as being trampled by a herd of livestock, having his face nipped off by a flock of seagulls, or even claiming that his father be right about something.
Still, there was a certain quality about her that kept from getting too easily fed up with her antics. Instead, he felt obligated to stay, as long as he was allowed.

The poor girl was incredibly too stoic to have been read as untouched by the brute's words.
Though she moved now, covering herself as if doing so would offer her a source of comfort. No matter how he tormented the younger canine, however, Valencia seemed determined t brave it out, standing put and speaking in a manner that could send chills even down the trouble-maker's spine. It was entertaining to the French-cockney male, but even he knew when to call it quits.
"Worthy, ha! Like I give a rat's arse 'bout bein' worthy of tha' pack." He said sharply, his words laced with spite. There was no particular factor that fueled his dislike of the Court, but feeling as if he now had standards to prove himself deserving of such an oppressive lifestyle was exasperating.

Unaware of his father's blood-soaked past, the former courtier had little to refute her latter statement, but it did not leave him free of a rebuttal. "Tha's the sort of thin' I 'ated... We. Who is this we, mon amie? You've automatically categorized yourself within a group, makin' claims 'bout the lot of you... So tell me..." Basil smirked, finally backing off some. "What does Valencia want, hm? Or... Do you not exist anymore?"

With a soft sigh, the loner toyed inattentively at the necklace around his neck, a gift from his mother when he was finally able to shift. "Oh, mon amie... 'Ow gullible you are!" The Butler brat finally muttered, flashing a duplicitous grin.


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Her body was stiff with discomfort at the thought that she might have been touched by a coldblooded killer who had murdered for nothing other than the pure pleasure of it. Valencia wanted to jump in the water and rinse the feeling of it off herself, though she suspected it would stay even after she had bathed. There was nothing that could drive away the sick pit in her stomach at the thought that someone she had grown up around had murdered. It made her feel ill. Should she tell the Butlers? It wouldn't help anything. Perhaps they already knew. After all, clearly Basil was not ashamed of it if he shared it so freely with someone he hadn't seen since childhood.


At his words, thrown like daggers to strike her down, she merely snorted in distaste. It was obvious he didn't understand what it meant to be a part of something, but that was hardly her fault. He had left the only home he had ever known to live on his own like a vagabond. That was clear evidence that he did not think as most wolves, social beasts that they were, thought. "I clearly know you disagree, but I think that pack is an important part of who you are as a wolf." she said, defensively. Her head raised a bit more and she looked at him with blazing blue eyes. "I still have my own opinions, but I believe most are against murder." that wasn't exactly a trait that was unique of Cour des Miracles.


When he began to toy with the necklace around his neck, then spoke again and flashed a grin, it dawned on her. She gave an affronted little growl and flattened her ears. This time in anger. "Were you pulling my leg? What an asinine thing to do!" she shouted at him, clenching her fists and jaw. Who did that? Even in jest, the Catori lady would never have even paused to call herself a murderer. There was a bit of embarrassment at herself, too, that she had believed him. Although... "Maybe, you should not make it so easy to believe you were a killer, mon ami, and I would have no cause to believe it." to her, the idea that someone could even believe the lie was almost as bad as it being the truth. Also, Basil just got under her skin like no one else. He knew just how to push her buttons.


4 points. Naw, it's good for her, ha. :D

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((403)) Basil's starting a collection of enemies. :D


It was well worth it. Knowing the uppity pup she'd been (or, at least, in the mutt's opinion), the boy pegged her as the type to run off as soon as possible to her parents, whining about their meeting and tattling to Estella on their next meeting. She'd probably go one about his disloyalty and ungentlemanly behavior, which apparently meant so much to her still. Basil scoffed. There was no threat in his actions being known to the rest of his family; they likely expected this sort of thing from their boy. In fact, the Butler guardians would reasonably worry over the well-being of their child if he were a well-mannered and kind bloke.
Or maybe she'd find it a waste to speak of such a horrible boy. Either way, the hybrid was incapable of finding a damn to give.

He smirked at the irritated snort he'd received from the female. Basil couldn't help but to chuckle lowly, entertained by the effects of merely his words. "Tsk tsk... 'Ow unladylike, mon amie." He tutted, overly amused. "I suppose you'd be right, Valencia. After all, who would ever care for a killer?" The French-cockney boy pouted some, a hand trailing back over the girl's arm softly, slowly, before he placed it upon her shoulder. "Seems I've ruined my chances, non?" With a mocked sigh, Basil let his hand fall to his side and listened attentively to Valencia's retort.

Before she could finish, he'd found himself giggling to the point of losing focus. Finally composed, he rolled his shoulders and looked back to his company. "Well of course I was, you silly bird! Goodness, why on earth would I do somefin' as daft as killin' somebo'y in cold blood, why... What be'eh way ta get the attention of filthy vagabonds, non?" He laughed again, wiping a blue and silver eye free from the tears that formed at its corner.
"Oh, please, Valencia..." Basil settled some, shaking his head as he caught his breath. "Now don't blame your gullibility on moi, you'd believe anyfin' ya were told. That's the fun of it all!" It was difficult to tease his sisters in the same way, not only by their distance, but because of their inherited resistance to his fooling. Kofei had easily started off immune to the former courtier's shenanigans, and Samuel was never much fun to tease. Valencia had the luck of being an easy target.


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Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. If she had any less control over her manners, she would have probably slapped him or screamed at him. As it as, she was using every bit of her training in politeness to curb those desires. Though her anger blazed hot and fierce in her eyes. He had lied to her about such a horrible thing! Who would even do that and why? It made her stomach churn to think of what could lead a wolf to even believe such a jest would be an appropriate thing! The boy was rude and she was glad he was no longer in the pack. It amazed her that the Butlers would even let such a creature hold their family name once he had left. That they cared about him still amazed her. Valencia would have disowned and disavowed him, if she had been a member of his family. Apparently the Butlers were kinder with their affection than she was.


The touch of his fingers made her arm shiver involuntarily, distaste curling her tongue inside of her mouth though she remained very still. Rallying all of her abilities back to herself. Though he had thrown her off before, she would not allow it to happen again. It amused him to mess with her, she knew, and he had truly drawn her down a dark path before revealing the truth. When he said he had ruined his chances, she raised a brow and canted her head very lightly to the side. "Your chances of what, impressing me with your gentlemanly manners?" she asked in a voice that had gone cool, her interest in reuniting and perhaps getting to know adult Basil having waned when she realized he had not changed at all. If anything, he had gotten even more unappealing.


It truly seemed he found a lot of humor in messing with wolves, in acting in such a way that no one could ever take him at his word or want to be closely connected with him. Going into a giggling fit only furthered the signs of his immaturity in Val's mind. She remained still and cold, her expression locked and unreadable. She didn't even bother to respond to his first set of words, since it seemed to her that he had answered his own question. Perhaps he wanted the attention of filthy vagabonds, since he was so bent on becoming one. The Catori girl didn't like his description of her as extremely gullible, especially since it wasn't as if he had ever made the impression to her of not being a coldblooded murderer. That was hardly her fault, was it? "I disagree with you but see that it is not worth my time to argue the point." she replied, brushing her fingers against her legs in a sharp, almost dismissive gesture. "I should probably head home." the words "it has been good to see you again" locked in her throat and wouldn't come out, though it would have been the polite thing to say. It was such a hard, blatant lie that she couldn't say it.


5 points. Aw, Valencia wouldn't consider him her enemy. She just doesn't like him. ;)

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((485)) xD I can't imagine why!


He smirked, pleased by her reaction, a presentation of her less-than-subtle opinion of the devilish boy, only escalated by his touch. To her, it was rude and unwarranted; to the merle, however, it was all simply fun and games, an amusing way to provoke certain target reactions from his captive victim. He felt empowered, able to do so much with only words and a light brush of his fingers. Her spiteful tone did not but motivate the mutt to continue, to see what all he was capable of doing with as little force as possible.
But if it was to successful, he was aware, new method would eventually have to come into play. He'd first been threatening, intimidating the poor girl with false tales of murder in cold blood and an apathetic outlook of it all. Next, the submissive approach. He grimaced suddenly. No... Not submissive, sympathetic. There was nothing submissive about him.
There was an idea.

Basil laughed softly, easing away slowly, as not to rush their conversation. Putting frosted hands up, padded palms toward his company, the boy appeared defensive. Finally letting his arms back back to his sides, the former courtier looked to the female and gave a more tender smile. Unsurprisingly, it didn't suit him as well as imagined. "You're right." The French-cockney stated plainly, words likely unheard before by the ears of another from his mouth, at least. "You're right, tha'... Tha' all was raveh rude of me. I must 'ave go'en carried away." He went on, heterochromic eyes only seemingly sincere.

"Valencia, mon amie, I do wish you wouldn't leave so soon..." The Butler son hurriedly, only then raising a limb to stop her. Realizing his movements, though, he frowned slightly and regained his posture, straight and tall as he spoke. "I won't keep you, but per'aps an apology is in order, non?"
Hands returned to his pockets, the loner gave a slight bow toward his acquaintance. When he stood again, there was a sorrowful sigh to escape the lad. "I jus'... I fig'rd knowin' I was alone out 'ere..." Basil shrugged, looking to the ground momentarily. "Well, I didn't want ya t' think me an imbecile." He looked up.
"Isn't tha' what your sort likes, females, tha' is? A strong and stronger-willed mate willin' t' do all 'e can for the sake of 'is life and the well-bein' of his family? Now, don't fall to conclusions, love, I don't mean much by this, but... Maybe i' is unfortunate tha' I made such a 'orrible impression." He smiled wider, taking a step closer... And another.

Soon, the boy was standing close in front, head bowed and voice low, a heavy whisper now. "Especially... T' such a grown girl." After a pause, he looked up, tilting his head as white locks fell into his view. His heart raced as he himself couldn't believe what was to come next.
"I'm sorry."


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Valencia had never met a wolf like Basil before and wasn't likely to do so again. If he had been a stranger, she would not have even stayed around. As it was, she felt a sort of guilty obligation to spend time with him because he was brother to her best friend and a former member of her pack. If that hadn't been the case, the blue-eyed Catori would have already been headed home long ago. Especially once murder had been mentioned. Then again, a wolf like Basil that hadn't known her would have acted differently. He would have known the limits to which he could push her as a stranger and would have kept within those boundaries to an extent. It was no fun to mess with someone just to have them stomp off to home, after all.


Though she was about ready to leave despite their familiarity. The snickering had ceased and was replaced by a softer laugh that made her eyes narrow. There was suspicion and wariness in her, now. It was hard to trust a wolf that had just so recently played such a dirty nasty trick on her. His smile seemed awkward on his face. Clearly, this was not an expression that Basil Butler wore often. When he said she was right, she crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side. Unimpressed so far by his sympathetic actions. As much as she wanted to believe him and just go back to a pleasant conversation, it had never really been pleasant before it was turned on its head. There did seem to be sincerity for his words in his eyes, which puzzled her but she couldn't call him out on something that wasn't there.


Then he protested her leaving, reaching forward to stop her. Her body stiffened instinctively, disliking the way it caged her into their conversation rather than giving her the freedom of choice. When he said he might apologize, she was frankly shocked. "I didn't think you knew how to apologize." she replied immediately, then flushed bright red under her fur when she realized how rude that was to say. There was a sorrowful and apologetic look to him, still, and she felt almost badly for making him feel that way. It had been a joke, after all, even if it was one in poor taste. He went on to apologize and to explain why he had done what he had one. He was moving closer to her and she noticed that, too, but felt less disturbed by it than she would have been just a few moments before.


"Thank you for your apology, Basil. I may have overreacted to your joke, as well. It was... well done." if in poor taste, again, but she didn't feel the need to bring that up. "Girls want a knight in shining armor, not a murderer without just cause. If the wolf had threatened you, then the death would be warranted. For no reason, though... that would just be cold and not at all appealing to a female." her heart beat had increased at his close proximity and she felt strangely about it. Both repelled and excited at the same time. What was that all about?


5 points. Because she is a JERK! Lol.

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((532)) Man I feel bad that Basil's only pretending to be nice. He's got plans yo. :I


A part of the mutt was already quite sick of being referred to as the brother. He was Basil, brother of the honourable and handsome Samuel. Basil, brother of the lovely and intelligent Estella. What did he have for himself? He was convinced that if it had not been for his outstanding behavior and attention-grabbing antics, there would be little collected for his definition; he'd much rather be Basil, the troublesome Butler brat than the brother, which might as well be nobody at all.
And for some reason unknown to the merle boy, he was eager to see what title he could get from the Catori daughter, after all was said and done.
No matter how difficult it was for the French-cockney to continue his act, if he was truly set on making his plan work out in the end, it was necessary to keep focused on the goal, carrying out whatever action was required in order to make the ploy as effective as possible.

When she cocked her head a bit, obviously not buying his act, the merle male had to swallow his pride and press himself harder; already he'd admitted that another was right, and that he was sorry. Just hearing the words escape his mouth left him inwardly cringing. Though, if this wasn't working yet, what other tortures would he be forced to experience for the sake of a simple tease?

She grew tense, but after the apology had left him, her overall expression seemed to shift to something more... empathetic? Either way, she'd still made a joke out of it all that Basil attempted with all his might to ignore; funny, mon amie he groaned silently, and instead hid the irritation with a cheesy grin.
He was allowed to move closer. It was gradual, painfully slow, but it was actually working. Maybe this could be tolerable after all.

He stood straighter now, his facade far less forced now as he grew comfortable with the feel of smiling honestly. Or, perhaps, he was just getting better at faking.
Well done, was it? The boy was conceited enough to agree; she had believed it all. "Merci, ma chère." For some reason, thanking the courtier seemed much easier in his French tongue, likely due to the fact that he'd usually only conversed with his mother in the language; if anybody had gained and retained his respect, it was Aoves, so he was perfectly accustomed to uttering such phrases.
"T' be honest, Valencia... There was no wolf. The whole story was... Made up." Basil frowned, offering a slight shrug as a sort of apology. Made up would settle better with her than a lie the loner assumed, thinking ahead for the best diction to incorporate. "But you're right." Again? He held back a sorrowful moan.
He bowed his head again, averting his gaze, as if sheepish in her presence. "I... Do 'ope I 'aven't ruined your impression of me so soon. Could we... Try again?" The mutt asked almost eagerly (if not for his more legitimate feelings of being increasingly uncomfortable), heterochromic eyes meeting the female's bright orbs. He gave a gentle laugh, for added boyish charm.
Hopefully, it would work.


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For Valencia, Basil's only real connection to her world anymore was his brotherhood to her best friend. The girl, of course, had no idea that he had plots hatching behind those eyes of his. Though she didn't fully trust that he was telling her the truth - he had already burned her, after all - she was willing to accept his apology. Mostly because she didn't like to be at odds with anyone on a long term basis. Holding a grudge or being overly angry at him wouldn't help anyone, not herself and certainly not him. Perhaps he needed a good influence like her to get him to behave better. Maybe in some small part, she brought out a goodness in him. She wasn't entirely convinced of that, but it was what kept her there. That and her affection for the Butlers as a family. Had he been anyone else, she might have written him off and never seen him again. As it was, his brother of status held her there.


Her trusting nature was ill advised in his presence but she didn't know that. She allowed him closeness that he shouldn't have had, certainly not after the way he had just acted. Forgiveness was a kindness she could extend, though, and so she did without too much reservation. Though there were still parts of her that felt uncertain and she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe this was all just an act to get nearer to her, then kill her! Val didn't truly believe that, though, or she would have been gone. It didn't seem to her that he wished her ill at all. Just to be the jokester that he had always been and pull pranks.


His use of the familiar "ma chère" made her heart skip a beat, a faint flush going to her face at the term of endearment. Although she was certain it was used in an offhand way, it still made her feel oddly warm inside. No one had ever flirted with or spoken to Valencia in a romantic way, so the mere use of such a phrase was enough to make her feel aflutter. Though she kept it down. This was Basil, after all, she was absolutely certain he had not meant it that way in the slightest. When he said there had been no wolf at all, she nodded. "I understand that. I was just stating why the story wouldn't appeal to a female, if you were truly trying to allure one." she responded.


When his eyes met hers and he asked for a second chance (wait, wouldn't this be a third chance?), she couldn't help but nod again. Did she even need to answer that? Foolishly, naively, she believed he truly meant his apology. "But of course, mon ami." she could have been Eve in the Garden of Good and Evil, taking an apple from a snake. That was how blindly trusting she was being to one who had already proven themselves untrustworthy.


5 points. Heh I love it because it is such good development! For the both of em. :3

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((417)) It is! :D


Considering the position he was in (being a loner at such a long age with far more others that disliked him than could find him at least tolerable, family included), it would have been only logical for the boy to befriend the former pack member, so he would have even more assistance at hand if ever he needed it. The Butlers would never purposely ignore the pleas of family, but even some issues were better dealt with by friends. Though, sharing pack history as something in common between the two was hardly necessary for their alliance to be considered reasonable; Basil Butler could use all the friends he could get, regardless of pack, species or any other factor.
But as good of an idea as it was, the mutt was far too stubborn to listen to reason; it was far easier (as well as amusing) to simply torment the poor girl. He wasn't about to stop now, even if he'd metaphorically cleaned the slate.

Despite his talk, the merle male was likely never to be seen causing another any real harm. A tease, a jest, certainly. However, there would be no bloodshed unless the situation had a dire need for it, and even then, any loophole the trickster could find to free himself from the mess would be his first plan, opposed to physical altercations.
Not to say that he could protect himself, he'd just do so by other, more effective ways.

He nodded. "Oh, oui. I understood." The Butler mutt smiled, shrugging quickly before starting again. "I... I can see that, now." As if he really cared; he had little interest in pleasing the opposite sex... Or those of the same gender, either. There was a complete lack of drive toward forming any sort of relationship other than the rotten few he had, his more friendly companionship with a certain Irishdog the exception to it all.

"Ha, merci beaucoup!" Basil laughed excitedly, though for a reason he figured would differ from the one Valencia could assume; while he seemed appreciative for her generosity, looking forward to a second chance to form a friendship, in reality, the French-cockney loner was ecstatic that his plan was working out so well.
Still, he leaned in for a hug, awkwardly wrapping slender arms about her frame, around her waist and pulling her close against him. Only for a moment, though, before he pulled away with a typical smirk upon his face. "You're far too kind, ma chère. Truly."


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The blue-eyed Catori was not entirely a fool, naive though she was. There was a part of her that recognized she could be being played, although the larger part of her wanted to just believe he was telling the truth. That it was a game gone awry and he was sorry for it. What else could a lady ask for besides an apology? Nothing, really, and he had given that with what had seemed to be a struggle. A surprising thing for a wolf to do in his position, especially when as a child he had been so exuberantly on his own side and no one else's. So it was very big of him to go out of his way to make someone else feel better, even when it didn't necessarily make him feel good.


When he said that he understood what she meant about attracting the fairer sex, she smiled. Perhaps it would help him in the future to understand better what girls liked. Though she would have thought that having several sisters and a mother would have taught him something. She doubted that Aoves was keen on murdered wolves from Harvey as a part of their romantic relationship. Though she supposed, in a way, she had never learned much from her parents about romance either. All that she knew came from books and her own understanding of what she felt.


He seemed enthusiastic to have the bridge repaired between them and resuming a regular relationship again. Not that their past acquaintance had ever really been normal, either. They had started off and continued as polar opposites. At least he had grown up some, if not entirely, since their last encounter. She was a bit surprised when he hugged her and she felt her cheeks flush with more heat at the contact, her arms lightly encircling him in response and hugging him back. It wasn't awkward for her - she hugged wolves all the time that she cared about - but it did feel different. His fur against her fur brought about strange feelings she didn't recognize and quickly shoved away. They were too perplexing for her to ponder.


When he pulled away, she smiled again, a bit lighter than before because her heart was beating a bit faster. "Merci, Basil, kindness is a virtue that I much aspire to always have." she replied. Valencia felt a bit distracted by his close proximity and unsure of what to say next for a moment. Then she tipped her head and considered him. "So what were you going to do out here, before you came across me?" perhaps they could do something together, instead of just talking. The talking and being near to each other was just making her feel flustered.


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((708)) Sorry for lateness! D:


While his plan was working accordingly, mocking sympathy in order to get steadily closer to the courtier, overdoing it could lead to suspicion he wasn't well prepared for. As fun as it was to continue, there was a limit to be reached soon, and if the merle male wished to refrain from being questioned or fooled as part of some reversal scheme, a break was necessary.
Of course, he wouldn't object; putting the apologies and friendly gestures on hold was perfectly fine by the French-cockney mutt. Though he couldn't go directly back to being his usually demeaning and headstrong self, no longer would he be forced to keep a smile and imply compliments for a girl he only hardly knew anymore.

Basil didn't know a thing about attracting the opposite sex, however he never cared to either. He was young and independent, and getting involved in the silly concept of love was an illogical idea to the wolfdog. Not only was he uninterested in general, but the thought of putting on an act and spiffying oneself up simply for a shag (not that he was even mature enough to understanding the drive) was a stupid one, resulting in the loner's contentment with being happy single.
What he knew came from the written word or through the sing-songy voice of an often annoying coydog. The Irish male wasn't much older than the Butler son, but he'd quickly learned how to woo a female, despite his age. Then again, with his carefree spirit, urge for platonic physical contact and a gifted talent for producing music, it was simple for the foreign canine to obtain admirers.
Whereas narcissistic behavior, being disgusted by the mere thought of touching another for anything more than a brief moment and his tendency to be a total rascal seemed less magnetic for the former pack dog.

There was a warmth in the hug he'd never noticed before. Though he was a typically unpleasant individual capable of driving the most patient of canines to panic, Basil Butler had been embraced before, usually by his mother. It always felt close and cozy, for the short duration that it lasted, but this was... Different. Though he wasn't sure how, or why, and instinctively backed off. He wasn't warm himself, and in fact quiet unmoved otherwise from the touch, so it was deemed safe to assume the salty winds surrounding them caused the shared body heat to feel more intense than usual. Happy with his silent conclusion, the boy grinned.

His attention was brought back into the conversation as it started up again. Kindess... He huffed. Of course she'd be entirely for that sort of thing.
"Oh, uhm..." He shrugged, muttering now. "Yeh, me too." The boy lied, though never taking his eyes off the Catori child, he made it aware that he was actually listening to what she had asked of him now. "Nofin' in particular." The lone dog shrugged, glancing down as he spoke.
Eyes of cold silver and icy blue targeted a flat stone below him, close enough that he wouldn't cause too much of a distraction in retrieving it (as if that was something he even cared about). Plucking the stone from the ground, a padded thumb gently dusted away the sand and dirt that'd been clinging to the moist, smooth surface. "Was jus' takin' a bit of a walk, is all. I fancy 'avin' some fresh air instead of bein' cramped up in a dingy old 'ouse all day long."

Laying the stone flat in his hand, he judged the weight as was for a moment tempted to launch it into sea, curious as to how far he could get it to skip along the surface before eventually sinking into oblivion. Instead, he paused, looked down to the small object, and in a fluid movement offered it to his company.
If the merle was to toss it and fail in his goal it would have been shameful enough, but to do so in front of another, especially a female, and particularly Valencia, the Butler child was certain he'd never be free of the embarrassment. Rather than risk his own reputation, he'd leave that possibility up to the lady.
But she didn't have to know that.


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Their lives were so different, despite both having been born and raised in the same pack. There was a vast chasm of personality differences between them. It was undoubtedly something internal, because it wasn't as if Harvey or Aoves had encouraged him to be how he was. No one had made her who she was, either, though she might not have been so polite if raised by parents other than her own. She had absorbed and kept the values of her parents, whereas he had gone off on his own. Perhaps there was some strength to that, though, being his own wolf. Doing what he wanted. Though he could certainly learn to do that without being so uncouth, she thought.


She wasn't entirely convinced that kindness was toward the top of the characteristics that he wanted to have himself. Though his apology helped her believe that he was not a complete rascal, she knew that he wasn't much for politeness. That just wasn't a natural part of who he was and he hadn't tried to build it up, either. Which made him suited to the loner life. In Cour des Miracles, it would have been much harder for him to act that way when he got older. The pack just wasn't tolerant of that behavior. Other packs were, but not theirs. At least that was what Valencia liked to imagine. Her pack was full of polite, well-mannered wolves with courtly mannerisms and structure.


Her cheeks still felt flushed as he pulled back, a strange awareness filling her of his closeness. It was like she had heightened her awareness on accident of his very presence, though he had done nothing particularly different. Valencia didn't remark on it, though, and managed to hold herself as she always did. A smile on her face and her tail at a neutral position, even as her heart pounded a bit faster against her chest. What was all this? She was glad for the distraction of the stone proffered to her by her companion.


"Merci." she replied, taking the stone and running her fingers across it. She turned toward the water and advanced a couple of paces, looking at the waves thoughtfully before flicking her wrist to send the stone across the surface of the ocean. It leaped across the water a few times before falling beneath a wave. From there, it presumably returned to the sand. Slowly, it would roll toward the beach to return to the dry air. That would take years, though, as it slowly moved backward and forward with the motion of the ocean.


She tipped her head and looked back over at Basil. Wondering if he had intended for her to sink the stone. Presumably he wouldn't have given it to her otherwise. It wasn't as if she was just going to hold onto it or something. It was a perfect skipping stone. After a brief moment, she spoke. "Well, I was thinking of going for a swim. It's a bit cold, but certainly still warm enough for a quick dip. If you're up for it." she remarked, wanting to come up with an activity that wasn't just walking. Valencia felt like doing more than just talking as they moved along the shoreline. They had already done plenty of talking, after all.


5 points. No sorry for myyy delllayyyy. Also -- shortness. ;_;

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((611)) No no, it's all fine~ :D


A significant reason behind leaving his family behind and abandoning his former pack was the harsh reality that he would be unable to do and act as he pleased. It may have seemed petty to anybody other than the merle mutt, but being himself was something he regarded with great importance. It wasn't as if the court refused to allow its members to live their own lives as they wished or deemed appropriate in actuality, but in the opinion of a particular blotched wolf-dog, it was oppressive enough to be unpleasant. Titles and hierarchies were unnecessary, and having to respect others as if they were above you, even bowing despite them being of similar flesh and blood and therefore equal, left the Butler son uncomfortable. Driven by the drive to act upon his natural right of free will, the boy left, seeking liberty and self-reliance (with the freedom to be as uncouth as he pleased).

As a loner, he was his own responsibility; whatever he gained was from his own hand, and if the French-cockney canine was to make a mistake, he'd be punished according to how the effect played out, instead of reprimanded by some higher up, or worse, his father. Not yet a year old, and certainly still ignorant to many concepts, Basil understood his independent lifestyle wasn't going to be one of easily obtainable luxuries and free of stress, but he was confident in his ability to learn and adapt to whatever obstacles came up. If he'd remained in Cour des Miracles, the boy was certain he'd be missing out.

The embrace still seemed to linger, a tightening present about his chest. At first, the wayward pup simply shrugged it off as lingering body heat, due to the previous lack of warmth with Valencia's touch. Soon afterward, however, it was assumed to be discomfort, as he was finally processing what he'd just done; he'd hugged Valencia Catori, the very female he'd internally sworn to despise for as long as he would be haunted by her presence. It was a childish grudge, and in fact conceived months ago, when he'd only been able to bound about on four clumsy paws, but not a vow to be easily discarded; perhaps he had grown to no longer hate the innocent courtier... He'd classify it now as merely a strong dislike.

Acting more naturally now, the boy scoffed at his company's thanks. Split-coloured eyes granted the stone in her hand full attention, following the mineral as it skipped successfully across the surface of the salty water before sinking into the darkness below. So what... She'd done it, but there was no real need for celebration or congratulations. It was a silly task foolish to through a fit over, and with that in mind, the merle simply offered a quick roll of his shoulders and looked away unamused.

"A swim?" Basil repeated, frowning slightly. A bit cold? Ya don't say... The loner scoffed, after a brief shiver ran down his spine. Just the thought of leaping into the chilly liquid to face the rolling winter winds afterward caused the former prince to reject the offer with little regret. Even with as effective a pelt as he had, catching a cold was quite possible, to accompany the soggy sulk back home. Only a fool would consider the weather well enough to endure after a swim, he thought...
Though, being too hasty in denying could result in the Catori child proclaiming him a coward. Glaring at her as if she'd already tagged him with such a judging alias, Basil gave an affirmative nod. "Yeh... Yeh, tha's alright." He muttered, before inching closer to the shoreline.


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She was innocently, blissfully ignorant of his ire toward her or what he had established about her as a cub. If she had known, of course, things would have been monumentally different. For starters, they wouldn't be standing here talking at all. Valencia was quick to trust and quick to forgive, though. The latter trait was somewhat admirable in most cases, whereas the former was merely foolish. That was something that could only be tempered with time, after hard lessons had been taught to the naive wolf. Perhaps she would never learn and would always assume the best in others. Only the good graces of the gods would keep her safe if that was the case.


Val wasn't sure how to take his reaction to her rock skipping, wondering if he had expected her to pocket the stone. It wasn't something she would want to treasure, though, just because it had felt the heat of his hand. Though she had marveled silently at the warmth that seemed to have already seeped into the rock when he passed it to her, she hadn't hesitated to throw it away. The sensation of its heat against her palm was still present, though, and she felt as if its weight was there too even as she closed her hand again. Her awareness of physical things right now seemed to be heightened for some reason. Perhaps it was the cold, which made every little bit of heat a precious treasure? Sure, that was probably it.


She noted his frown, too, at the thought of swimming. Her own lips turned downward a bit. Perhaps it was a bad suggestion, though she wasn't sure why she should feel poorly for that. It wasn't as if she was twisting his arm into joining her or anything. Maybe she should still leave, she thought, feeling disappointed. Then he glared at her and she was only further confused. A deeper frown marked her face and she opened her mouth to speak and take back the offer, but he was already saying that he would be alright with it. Not that his muttered words seemed all that convinced. Valencia held in a sigh of irritation. Did he have to always be so moody? It seemed to her that he barely got over one perceived problem before leaping into another one. Maybe he didn't like to be happy. Which was a shame if that was the case; who would want to just be miserable all the time?


Deciding she at least was not going to be held back by his poor behavior, she quickly began to take off her clothing. Carefully folding it so that it would sit snuggled in the dry sand. Hopefully retaining some of her body heat, although it was likely to all go away by the time she got out of the water. Then she looked at Basil halfway in challenge, before racing toward the water. Eager to feel its cold embrace and forget all of the warm sensations that seemed to have vibrated across her body from this encounter. Perhaps she could wash away all the bad feelings and confusion, too, coming out of the ocean crisp and clean. Clear of all of the oddness that she couldn't categorize easily.


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A quick glance proved that she'd shared the sombre expression, frowning as he did, likely in response to his own shift of features. Was he supposed to care? For some reason, he did, though it was not in the same way that he cared for anything else (which he did care for other things, contrary to most others' beliefs); his admiration for music was obvious and filled with passion, shown through his energetic dancing and singing. What he felt now was different, as if what the Catori child felt actually meant something to him.
Inwardly questioning what the female's feeling had to do with his current state of mind, Basil momentarily paused in his journey toward the sea, paws digging into the soggy sand below. Perhaps he subconsciously craved the care of another, if only so the mutt could later demolish what trust had been built, or to gradually congregate a collection of adoring followers obliging to his obscene ideals and standing as concrete evidence to his power over the masses. The loner grinned, rather fond of the latter reasoning.
Valencia, despite her stressed politeness and troubling attractive qualities, however interesting she may be now that she was grown and almost too kind to bother, was only one part to a larger plan riddled with incessant rebellion, questioning of authority, and dismantling of previous assumptions of the French-cockney's reputation as a careless dolt acting without a cause.
She just didn't know it yet.

Her sigh brought the hybrid's attention back to the task at hand; they were to swim, he'd recalled, yet he was standing, still dressed, in the sand like a lost pup. Looking over, Basil caught the courtier already undressed, clothes placed away neatly nearby. He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the scene he could have expected, before hastily removing his own garments and simply tossing them aside.
The look granted was invitation enough; as soon as Valencia had taken off toward the water, the wayward son was catching up. Paying little attention to the actual race, and only focusing on reaching the goal set before him, the Butler boy closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the cold, salty air. It was sharp, but felt almost comforting to the adventurous youth.
As he exhaled, Basil leaped into the icy waves, welcoming the embracive chill.


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The cold water hit her skin and she smiled, enjoying the feeling of it even as she felt a thrill of anxiety at the thought of the ocean sucking her under. It always came to her for a bit, when she entered a wave. It had tried to take her before and the sea was not kind. Nor was it cruel, though, it was simply uncaring. To those who were not cautious, it could be brutal. To those who respected and understood its ways, there was just as much brutality, they were just prepared for it. There was a beauty to it, too, that had entranced creatures for ages. Some might have even given themselves to the sea for its beauty. Someday, she would see what it was like to be on a different shore in different waters. Somewhere out there in Europe. For a moment, she just enjoyed the ocean and feeling so much like herself again. It cleared her head and she didn't feel so muddled by what had transpired between her and Basil earlier. Whatever that had been, it was gone now.


He had joined her in the water and she grinned in a carefree way over at him. Slowly, she let the coolness of the water seep deep into her bones. Moving her arms to keep herself afloat but otherwise letting the ocean move her as it would. She was cautious about the distance it was pushing her from the shore, though, staying well within an easy swimming distance back to safety. It was not yet so cold that she would freeze to death from it, though she would surely want to get home soon after to warm up. Would he have the same safety net? She hadn't thought about that and it technically wasn't her problem. Then again, she cared even if it wasn't her issue to handle. "Are you going to be able to get warm after your swim? I bet... you could come back to the Court for a bit, if you needed to warm up." she called over to him. Of course, she wasn't 100% sure about that. He hadn't left on bad terms, though, so she doubted that the pack would care.


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His initial fear of leaping into a sea of ice, leaving him frozen to the bone as soon as his body broke the surface, was quickly put to rest. Though the water was by no means ideal, it wasn't painfully uncomfortable. A shiver ran through him like a jolt of lightening before the boy had grown used to the bite. Afterward, it really wasn't that bad.
Swimming was always a calming activity for the mutt, aside from singing and dancing about or lazily laying on the couch like a lifeless dolt. As a pup, he'd enjoyed the Butler's frequent visits to the shore, running along soggy sand and watching paw-prints magically appear and then disappear, stolen from the lapping waves. Being emerged now, letting himself sink below and engulf him for just a short moment before surfacing soon after, allowed a rush of nostalgia wash over him like the salty droplets racing through his pelt.

He looked over to his company, noticing her grin and unable to refrain from returning the gesture. With a hasty movement of his hand, white locks were brushed back, instead of dripping annoyingly into his icy blue and sharp, silver eyes. He looked far more mature, cleaned up, even, the wolfish features of his face more visible without his messy hair in the way.
When she began to speak again, Basil found himself drifting gradually closer, as to hear her better. "...What?" He frowned at first, before finally offering an answer. Why did it matter anyway? If it hadn't been for the fact that the mutt was adamant on proving his capabilities without assistance from his former pack, he likely would have simply scoffed in retort, and ignored the rest of her words. But, there was a point to be made.
"'Course I am, don't be daft." He sighed, laying his head back some against the gently rolling waters. After closing his eyes for a moment, the boy looked back to Valencia. "I 'ave my place in 'Alifax. Plenty of covers and clothin'... Plus, I am able t' make a fire, y'know. Ya learn a lot on your own..." He stated, not mentioning that before he'd met his Irish companion, the French-cockney hybrid knew nothing about starting a flame.
"I don't need a pack, tha's why I left." Basil said plainly, before going on. "I would be rather insulted by your insinuation if not for the fact tha' I'm not so easily brought t' such a state. 'Sides, why would they botheh takin' in a traitor like me, hm? I'm shocked tha' you would even find this doable... Ha!" Then again, maybe he wasn't so surprised, he thought, grinning deviously as he closed his eyes again, relaxing in the liquid embrace.


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He looked charming and handsome when he moved the hair away from his face. For a moment, her stomach fluttered with butterflies. Abuzz with the excitement of a handsome face, despite the fact that she knew the personality that lay behind it. He wasn't so bad, though, he had even said he was sorry for the way he had acted before. Clearly he was at least starting to grow up, even if some of his behaviors were still reeking of childishness. It wasn't like she hadn't had moments of immaturity herself at various points in time. Though they were rarer for a young wolf that seemed to have been born with an extra ounce of maturity. It had been a boon as well as a detriment to her, since she had never quite understood others her age. Now that she was a ranked adult, it was becoming easier. There were certainly still parts of her that were stuck in adolescence, though, as her body matured and she began to understand the feelings of a woman instead of a girl.


The sweetness of her offer was quickly soured by his response. Her ears flattened and she felt chastised, as if he was suggesting she didn't know anything about survival just because she still lived at home. Actually, she was beginning to really stretch her legs and learn a lot about surviving on her own. Nothing like the hard knocks of being on her own, but she didn't want that. Wolves were not made to live alone, they were social beasts intended for culture and company. Why on earth a wolf would choose to live as Basil did baffled her, but she was not one to judge. Well... perhaps a bit, but it was more confusion than true judgment. Then again, the only wolf she knew who lived like that was Basil, and he was hardly a good example for anything.


"It's called being polite, Basil." she replied, her voice as cold as the ocean for a moment. "Halifax is farther than the Court, I merely thought it a kind offer. Consider it retracted, with my apologies." she stated with a shrug of her shoulders, using her arms to push herself under the water. For just a moment, she wanted to be surrounded by the ocean's sounds and not hear anything of the Butler boy. Then she could recollect herself and remember that it wasn't polite to splash or drown one's company. Even if they were being an intolerable asshole again.


3 points. OH THE ROLLER COASTER OF EMOTIONS!

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((444)) Poor girl. xD


Instantly, he rolled his eyes, seemingly irritated from merely the sound of her voice. If she hadn't so hastily taken to the water, sinking below the surface and thus freeing herself from the mutt's likely insults, the tension between the two would most probably thicken.
Fortunately for the Catori pup, the moment she'd decided to let the waves take her hearing (instead of submitting their use to the Butler son's jests) had granted silence long enough to dismiss the retorts that were flashing through the loner's mind. In the time, he could say nothing without the breath being wasted, and therefor remained speechless.

However, she did have to surface eventually.
And he was positioned to welcome her breach with a playful (if not dubious) spray of water. He'd grown, undoubtedly, but was still seemingly more developed physically than in behavior.
Mentally, he liked to consider himself above average, being fairly well educated through his mother when younger, and continuing with his thirst for knowledge by means of reading on his own. Basil was quite opinionated, and was not content with simplicity.
But he not yet above splashing.

A foreign lilted response began after a brief bout of laughter. "Polite, is i'? I must not be familiar with such a thin'." He smirked, aware of how others perceived him as rude. Though he knew well enough what it was to be polite, and could portray himself as a reasonable young male when prompted (which wasn't very often at all), making mention of what most believed him to be was somewhat amusing; bringing it up so flippantly was meant to be insulting to those who cared too little about getting to truly understand the French-cockney hybrid.
"True... I guess ya do 'ave a point." The Butler son stated, offering a shrug as well as his words. His voice grew more excited suddenly. "But please-!" He started, though it killed him to make such a request. "Don't be so 'asty t' call back your offeh, ma petite. Please." Basil repeated, the word like poison upon his lips as it slipped from him with more difficulty than shown.
Softening some, his expression less cheerful and leaning more toward sympathetic (as if the boy knew of such a thing), he swam closer to his former packmate. "Do..." It was gradually becoming harder to hold back his smirk. He cleared his throat, and tried once more, looking to the fellow youth with a raised brow. "Do you want me t' come 'ome, Valencia."
Home. He could hardly believe he'd managed to refer to the Court as home himself, but the meaning held importance to the reply; home was less temporary.


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The bubble of water around her was comforting, although she felt a familiar spike of fear for a moment as she remembered one time she had gone under like this. When the ocean had tried to take her away and out into the depths of its fury. This water was not like that, though, it was calming and she let it move her as it would. Though she was careful to not let herself get caught up in the undercurrent, which might have swallowed her whole despite how big she was now. The ocean didn't care how small or big you were, everything was small when faced with the comparison of its watery depths. Everything could be taken and consumed if the current so desired. One had to be familiar with it and respect it, or risk their death.


When her lungs started screaming for breath, she resurfaced. Shaking her head to get her mane away from her face, then running her fingers through the hair while pushing it back. She breathed as normally as she could, though the first few breaths were a bit heavier than usual to suck up as much oxygen as possible. Her body was not pleased to be deprived for even that short period of time, despite the fact that Valencia's mind felt much better from it. Hopefully she could avoid strangling her company now that she had settled her head from the fierce frustration she felt at his behavior. He seemed to be eternally pushing her buttons; she wondered if it was on purpose or an accidental skill.


She ignored his laughter and let the water move her some more, remaining still when he stated that he didn't know what polite was. "I am quite sure that you do know what it is, since I know your parents and siblings. All of whom have a superior grasp of the concept." she replied, unamused though he appeared to be mirthful enough for the both of them. It still baffled her how vastly different he was from the rest of his family. She supposed every rude loner had to come from somewhere, though. Val just formerly would have thought it was due to poor breeding and upbringing; Basil was proof that wasn't always the case.


Then he began the ever perplexing cycle over again by seeming sympathetic, apologetic, understanding even. Kind in ways that he was not usually. It frustrated her, to say the least, feeling like she was being jerked this way and that according to his fickle moods. She frowned and stared at him as he approached her, though she didn't move away. At his question, she sighed. "Basil, you are absolutely the most baffling creature I have ever met." she said in frustration. "I would like for you to be home, of course. Why would I want you gone? But... you seem to want to be away, so it is not as if my opinion matters." though honestly, she also couldn't say why she would want him at the Court. After all, it clearly didn't suit his personality.


5 points. Heh it's so much fun for me as a roleplayer, though! XD

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((479)) Sorry for such a late reply. ;n;


Of course, she had to mention the other Butlers. Though, considering the way all others spoke, the boy himself was the other Butler, nothing like the rest of his mannerly and appealing siblings and guardians. Just because the rest of his family was sickeningly polite and let themselves succumb to the rules and regulations of a collection of canines with no apparent (but instead proclaimed) power above them didn't mean the merle mutt was going to allow himself to sink so low. What was he to become, adhering by strict rules of both pack and parent? While others would find it necessary to become a successful gentleman and well-reputed being overall, Basil wasn't so convinced; he claimed refusal to submit and become some unoriginal addition to a ill-diversified society, and instead let his 'unique' personality shine through the mass of molded followers.
At least, that's what he thought.

"I fail t' see what that 'as t' do with me!" He said, almost laughing as he did so. "Unlike your lot, I'm an individual. I am allowed t' act as I will, an' I plan t' do just that." Merely being classified as a Butler did not make him inherent to their similar traits; there were always exceptions, and the loner did a fine job of proving that.

He grinned, amused by her description...It was new. He'd never heard that one before. "Oh?" Basil chuckled softly, only getting closer. "Should I take that as a compliment? If so... Merci, mon amie." Either way, however, the former prince would take no offense, intended or not.
Why? That seemed like a silly question to the wayward son. Why...? The expression he wore gradually grew more serious. "Per'aps... An', I may be wrong, though I doubt it..." The boy huffed, now slowly backing off. He was not frustrated, though it may have seemed so (and could possibly continue as such), but it seemed too obvious to answer so nonchalantly. "Per'aps 'cause ya all think I'm some unscrupulous fool. I'm a displeasure, a son t' be ashamed of, am I not? I thrive t' irritate, insult an' otherwise infuriate all that cross my path... Isn't that what ya think? 'Cause nobody wants t' dig beneath the surface..."
Despite his tone, he smirked. "But I'm the one with the problem, hm?" With that, he swam slowly to the shore, stepping out and letting a shiver run down the length of his soaking body. Basil, looking over his shoulder, accepted the invitation, however valid it still was. "I'll visit the Court tonight. But my parents will not know." They didn't need to, he thought. Whatever it meant, wherever he'd be forced to sleep, the mutt would do so without the other Butler's being aware of his presence in the packlands, at least for the time of its occurrence; he couldn't help what was mentioned afterward.


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Her own opinion of the Butler family in general was very high. They were almost like her own family and she was happy that they were well-mannered, with the exception of Basil who was pointedly not at all like any of his siblings in any way. In the water, she was reminded of the times she had gone swimming with Estella. She wished longingly for those carefree puppy days when she didn't have so many other responsibilities tugging her all over the place. When she didn't have to wonder what on earth was wrong with Essie's brother, because they could just talk about it and laugh. Because he was a pup, too, and he was just learning about the world. Now they were young adults and he was a pain in the ass. A loner who thought his own world and his own opinions mattered most above all else. No group mattered to him, nor any individual either it seemed. Certainly she saw no real interest in him to care about her and that stung for her more than she thought it would.


When he spoke, she sighed and shook her head. "Has the world wronged you so horribly that you hate it so? We are all individuals, mon ami, we can all do as we please. That does not mean we do not effect others and that we should do whatever we please. Do you truly care for no one else except yourself, Basil?" she asked, her mane falling across her eyes for a moment as she lowered her head a bit. Looking up at him rather than straight on as she had been before. A look of genuine curiosity. Her hand raised to press her mane back into place so that it was not obscuring her vision.


He asked if she meant her words as a compliment or not and she merely shrugged, unable to help smiling back a bit at his good cheer regarding her assessment of his personality. "Take them as you will, I certainly put no ill will behind the words." she replied. No, she was not one to speak spitefully... for the most part. She could when riled up, but he hadn't done that again. No, he was baffling but she had not felt the fury he sometimes brought about in her. When he was really trying to get her. It was effective, too, she barely even knew how to try and contain herself when Basil was on his game and trying to bother her.


Then he continued, though, seeming frustrated, she shook her head. Frowning a bit, though she knew it was not entirely her fault that he felt that was how she might consider him. Part of that was what he ascribed to himself. "Non, you are too unkind to yourself. I do not see any reason the pack would ever not want you around. As long as you do not truly become a murderer." she replied. The water was starting to get to her, she felt ripples across her body of shivers. For now, she ignored them. "Certainly I do not think of you that way." she shared. Baffling, sure, but not all of those other things that he had called himself.


He was headed back for shore, though, and she followed him. Eager for her clothes and, after that, the warmth of her home. When he said he would come home, she smiled wide. "Really? Oh! That is great! I mean... I am sure you could stay at my home, if you like, although I can't make promises if my parents would tell your parents. So maybe that is not a great idea." she wished she could offer more, but she didn't have her own home yet. So she couldn't make a promise about whether or not Aoves and Harvey would know of their prodigal son's visit.


5 points. PFFTTT no apologies needed! <3

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