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participating! c:

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine padded forwards, curious as to how the battle would go. Her light gold eyes drifted over Jaggedinfluence, then Livingdead, weighing each one's apparent strengths and weaknesses against each other. Though she'd been a traveller most of her life, she usually chose to stick around Darkclan and the Exiles to keep an eye on her brothers, and she'd observed the fighting techniques of both in doing so. Darkclanners, it was true, were vicious fighters, but in battle they acted with an ounce of clemency; Exilers, on the other hand, did not.

Something told her that it was probably going to be Jagged's brittle bones who snapped first, and the sympathetic canine winced a bit at the thought. Poor dude.

Val trotted to where Townecrossings and Ms. O were seated, and settled down next to them. "Hey," she said buoyantly. "Who d'you guys think is gonna win?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine was drawn to the scene by the screams.

At first, the startled dog thought that perhaps it was an attack, a Darkclanner held hostage by an enemy. But as soon as she neared the gathering, she saw this was not the case in the slightest. The Exiler– Whitepaw, was it? Val thought she'd seen her before in her visits to the Exiles– was making a shit ton of noise as she flailed about, panicked. "My god," she muttered to herself, under her breath, "You'd think she was having her skin peeled off!" It was a gruesome thought, now that Valentine had mentioned it, and she mentally berated herself for bringing it up before making her way through the swarm to where Whitepaw was.

Crouching down to the cat's eye level, Val spoke softly to her, trying to soothe her nerves and stop the screaming. "Hey, hey. Stop the screeching, a'ight? The less you fight and struggle, the less roughly we'll treat you. It's alright, calm down. We'll be fair and reasonable if you will."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Val sucked in a deep breath. Inhale, exhale.

Who could do something like this? What could do something like this? It was an awful scene, disgusting, and yet... all these Darkclanners around her stood transfixed by the macabre, unable to take their eyes off the gore, the almost elegant claw wounds, the dead body of their comrade, bled out into the soil. Valentine felt it. She hated the scene, but she couldn't turn from it.

The malinois briefly looked up as Lionshield spoke. Here was one who declined from looking at this tragic masterpiece. Perhaps this was because he realized that once he started staring, he couldn't stop. Or maybe it was a coping mechanism for him, acting so nonchalant while his clanmates participated in their silent mourning.

Or maybe, y'know, he just didn't care. That was an option too. Sosiopathic? Unempathetic or sympathetic? Maybe. Valentine liked figuring people out. Psychology. A fascinating science. She hadn't been around Lionshield a long time, but she'd be visiting Darkclan a while. There was still time to figure this puzzle out.

"Guys, we should bury him," she told the others. "Before, y'know, the flies really start to land." Val could take a lot of things, both mentally and physically, but maggots were a sight she couldn't stand. Better to put this one under the earth where the grubs could remain hidden to anyone's view.

And then, to Lionshield: "You really like art, don't you? Why art now, at a time like this?" She didn't know how much of a straight answer she expected, but it was worth asking the question.


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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine spotted the wolf from afar and made her way over to him, a freshly killed rabbit hanging from her jaws. A joiner, it looked like– or at least a visitor– because why else would a fellow drifter appear at the Darkclan border like this?

She dropped the rabbit at her paws and wagged her tail slightly as she greeted him. "Hello! Name and business?"

/rushed

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Val nodded to Jay, a smile on her maw, and then grinned at Marchingband to agree with his statement before adding thoughtfully, "Though I suppose Agent and Officer could be the same thing as well. Welcome to Darkclan, Officer Jay!"

And then, to prevent further confusion (Jay did seem pretty lost right now), Valentine added cheerfully, "Officer is your rank and title, by the way."

/on mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]val would have red hair and be lean/tallish with a pale skin complexion (basically valentine wiggin from ender's game lol)

/mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Well, there it was. Puzzle solved; the art was a coping mechanism. Valentine nodded her understanding and then said quietly, "Thank you, for making a gravestone for them." She looked at the dead body at her paws, golden eyes tinged with sorrow, and then asked, louder than she had originally intended, "Did any of you know them? A name, a family member we need to tell, perhaps? Anything at all?" She herself had not been among the ranks of this clan long enough to recognize the face of the carcass, but maybe someone who had been here longer would.

Then, she leaned down and gently took ahold of the dead Darkclanner's scruff, preparing to drag him away from the bloodied sand. Even if being a drifter had social downsides, it definitely helped Valentine with remembering geographical features. She'd always been better with places than faces, anyway. "Let's take them to a stream and wash them before digging a grave for 'em." Nobody deserved to be buried crusted with blood and dirt like this, especially not a fellow Darkclanner.

/on mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine's ears twitched at this new piece of information. "Mind yourself, Jag," the malinois advised cautiously. "I really don't need another dead clanmate on my hands. Just kick her ass, and get out of there." Yeah. She'd already seen a dead Darkclanner today, and it wasn't pretty, and anyway, she hoped Jaggedinfluence would win. Although, the odds were definitely not stacked in his favor, and that's what she turned to tell Townecrossings a moment later: "I want Jagged to win." Val left it at that. If she voiced her doubts, Jag or Livingdead might pick up on it and that would definitely sway the outcome of the battle, but there was no disguising the truth.

Especially if Livingdead had done something like this before and, y'know, killed the other guy.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Despite the situation, Valentine felt a small smile play on her features at the sight of her brother. Her little brother. Her baby brother, the leader of Darkclan. Fancy that. She shook her head slightly; it was always pleasant being around Ender, but this was a less than pleasant situation. Focus now, catch up later.

She nodded to Ender's words– she had guessed that her clanmates' silence as to the identity of the dead Darkclanner meant that they didn't know them. Perhaps it was better that way. It was a bit sad, having no one to mourn them, really, but in the end of the day, there was no one to tell– no one to walk over to, with a straight back, straight face, solemn words, and tell them that so-and-so, their brother, sister, mother, father had died. That had always been the hardest part of any death, Valentine found. Not the body, not the burial, but the broken faces of their loved ones staring at you, raw pain in their eyes, waiting for you to tell them it was a cruel joke, to renounce your words. Perhaps it really was better to die with no one to mourn you.

Val nuzzled Ender's shoulder for a moment, trying to break the tension she felt from this tragic scene, and then gripped the scruff of the deceased again. If anyone wanted to help her, they could. It would be hard to do this alone, anyway.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine nodded to Jay's suggestion, agreeing. "Guys, give her some space," the belgian malinois barked. "She'll just panic more if you move to attack her. Let her calm down some, she'll be easier to deal with."

At Whitepaw's frenzied screams, Val pinned her ears back a moment, startled by the pitch and volume of the smaller animal's voice. So loud! But Valentine was ever the easygoing one, and she was always willing to go the extra mile to make her own life easier, or those of her clanmates', especially if it meant there would be less of a struggle for Whitepaw in the end. And in this case, going the extra mile meant negotiating with the distressed cat.

"Hey, hey. Shhhh, shhhhh. It's alright, it's fine," Valentine tried to soothe her again. "I'll talk to Jag about it, ok? I'll tell him not to look through your memories anymore, if you'll calm down and behave reasonably. It's ok, it'll be ok."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Val nodded to her brother, then grinned at those who had been promoted. "Congrats, guys, on a job well done!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]yesss
bro and sis thread ! c:
i'll be on mobile all of tomorrow, pretty much (i'm going to the beach! yay!) so if you can't make it, i'm fine making it the day after that!

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]hey, there! i just got this girl and i'm itching to have plots involving her! want a thread? go ahead! have a great idea? i'm eager to hear it ! val is pretty much open to anything but:

• long-term love plots / relationships (as she's currently involved in a pretty complicated long-term love plot)
• litters (unless you have a really, really good plot for this– something more than just a one-night stand)
• killing / maiming / serious injury (always ask me about capturing first, and i'll tell you if she's available to that or not at the moment)

aside from that, fire away! B))))

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[justify]Bloodclan. In all her time as a drifter (which was most of her life so far), Valentine had never been to Bloodclan.

That was funny, actually, because there was a certain fascination she had always held with the place– in her lifetime, Bloodclan and Darkclan, her native clan, had always clashed like fire and ice, volcanoes and tornadoes. One was a vicious, gore-hungry group of beasts with a moral code that only applied to others of their clan, and one was a strict, militaristic faction that clung to honor like a magnet. She'd always dreamed of coming here, and yet could never imagine herself visiting without perhaps getting a few scars from the hostile fauna that lurked within its borders. This would not be the case now, though, seeing as Valentine had gone through the trouble of possessing a female european wolf who carried no inkling of clan scent in her fine, red brown fur, and thus would not be treated as an immediate threat at the border.

In fact, she'd imagined a lot of things that were false about Bloodclan. The stories back in Darkclan said that Bloodclan was a group of behemoth creatures with gore-stained maws, living in a desert as hot and feverish and barren as their eyes and souls. When she spotted a patrol of Bloodclanners from her position by the edge of the scent marker, they had appeared quite normal, in fact– no bloodstained jaws, no sickly evil eyes, and most startlingly, no desert. Where, Val had wondered, was the desert? Bloodclan lived in a forest? Sorry, but a forest seemed so bland to her after the stories that she wondered if she'd like to stay for as long as she planned after all.

Bloodclan needed a desert, Valentine thought to herself as she picked her way around the pine trees hesitantly. They needed a damn desert like Darkclan needed the military. Not pine trees (though pine trees were pretty cool, ha ha, no pun intended). Val wrinkled her nose at her own joke. This was how she got along on her travels, and it was sometimes pretty sad. Though she could be funny to herself, too.

And so this is how the Bloodclanners found her, the drifter, on unfamiliar soil, in an unfamiliar body, requesting a visit to an unfamiliar, and possibly dangerous, clan.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]sure! could you make it, please? i'm gonna be on mobile all of today c:

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine smiled back at both of them (well, smiled back at Fleur; she couldn't tell if Abathur was smiling, or even if spiders could smile). After all, she meant no harm to Bloodclan by visiting. She just wanted to see what they were like, and so far (though they didn't live up to the old wives' tales), they seemed pretty damn friendly to her. Huh, maybe she'd like visiting here, desert or no desert.

"Hello!" She howled softly to Fleur and Abathur. "The name's Valentine. I'm just here to visit! You all don't mind if I do visit your clan for a while, right? I'm a drifter," she explained. "I've spent most of my life traveling, and I've never been to Bloodclan, but I've always wanted to. Although..." The reddish-mottled wolf frowned here slightly, and looked up at the pine trees wonderingly a moment before continuing: "It begs the question, whatever happened to the desert?" Because, you know, this was important to her for some reason. Very, very important.

/on mobile, sorry for any autocorrect mistakes lol!

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine looked at Ms. O calmly. "Let her settle down before we take her to the jail, ok? The more placid and compliant she is in going, the less struggle we have to get her there and less Darkclanners have to be treated by medics," the belgian malinois explained. "It's much easier this way."

/on mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Uhh, holy shit is more like!" Valentine was stunned at first by the amount of blood pouring from the open wound. The belgian malinois was about to say something along the lines of "did you just fucking chew your own leg off because thats what it looks like, holy shit!" when she realized that's actually probably what happened. Either that, or a really, really big hostile animal just bit off her leg, but that was less than likely- would a hungry predator really settle for just the leg? Why not go whole hog and have the rest of Peridot, too?

No, it probably was Peridot who chewed off her own leg. But why? Never mind, Val told herself, why came later. Something to staunch the blood came now.

Valentine cast about wildly, trying to find a cloth or something to stop the bleeding. Apply immediate pressure, the textbooks said, and that's what she needed to do. To her dismay, though, there seemed to be nothing at hand, or, rather, paw, to bandage the wound with. "We're not too far from camp, are we?" the canine asked breathlessly.

/mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]yes to all of them!
who makes?
@knife: i've never read the books but i lovedlovedloved the movie lol
and i've been meaning to read them for a while but never got around to it??
also, what do you mean by complicated? just asking for clarification, i'm already all for it c;