The King

The two of them were neighbors and honestly, that was all Nash needed. Valamir didn't bother him. He didn't bother Valamir. It was for the best considering the unfortunate sounds he heard from the other's trailer more often than not. However, that didn't mean that one friend wouldn't be good to have for what he had planned. Even if said person was a part of the pack he planned to disband. It was no matter though. Valamir could be a part of his new regime. The Lupo would be no more and he would be able to do what needed to be done in its place. They would all learn sooner rather than later. Nash was picking something out of his teeth when the lycan spoke. "Oh, Valamir, you know I won't make you that promise. I'll just make sure to make it quick. Out of the kindness of my heart."

If that's how it had to be, then that's how it had to be. Valamir didn't intend to make it easy on the draegloth at least; he'd killed his fair share of monsters before. At least The King had size on his side. "Cunt." Short and curt, Nashoba was unpredictable, but the crowd fucking hated him, which amused endlessly. It had to be on everyone's mind - what would happen when the draegloth won? Valamir was out of life; he wasn't a druid anymore, and there wasn't any coming back again. "Fucking Jerry, I heard he used to be a car salesmen." Not anymore; he wasn't anything. "What happens when you eat someone, you know, their heart. Whats it do?

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"I like that about you." Xerxes was unapologetically authentic; even in the face of what had to be consistent ridicule from his peers, he was unashamed and unchanged. Valamir could relate; people hated him, and he preferred it that way. It was better to be despised than fake. "I'm nobody's sugar baby." Valamir wasn't about to go around accepting handouts, "But, if you wanted to bring over a case of beer I wouldn't say no." Another invitation that wasn't so subtle before the telltale rattle of his belt brought whatever else he'd been wearing down to the ground. Valamir stepped out of his clothes and lifted his arms to fold them behind his head, a sweaty meal for Xerxes to do with what he wanted. "Then hurry up and get the fuck out of my hair." Scathing and low, there was a casual tilt of the lycan's humour inflected from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. The sponsors must be loving this.

"He likes it." Valamir wondered which the lycan would take more offense to, being called a hole or told that he'd just been allowed to win. "That was before I realized I'd get to beat that smirk off your face." Valamir would take immense pleasure in beating the other down; if he won, that was just a sidebar. Arguably, he'd deserve the title less than anyone else, but who here could stop him?

"You snuck into a teenager's camp and bit him while he was still half asleep. You call that a win?" Valamir would hand it to Eric's confidence, it took a lot of gall to have the physicality of a sickly milkmaid and still be willing to throw in. "Even when you were a volatile you got your ass handed to you by the pack bicycle." His eyes glinted as he pushed at the other's chest with two fingers, "I'll do you one better, when I win, I'll throw you out on your ass. Everyone else can stay, but not you."

"I'm not trying to talk you out of it. You asked; I just think it's hilarious." Valamir boasted the truth was that the other didn't have a shot at making it past the first round, but it'd be interesting to see who beat and pissed on who: Eric or Lain. "Not like you're the only scrawny bag of bones that's going to be fighting; crowds need an appetizer." Valamir gave Eric a hard pat on the shoulder, it took a lot of guts to face down a pack of lycans that would sooner run a train on them than acknowledge them as an alpha.

Valamir scoffed at that; the roll of his eyes was abstained. Instead, the King just stepped forward. A tower and a mountain wrapped into one as he looked down at the scrappy outcast. "That's exactly what it means. You only want it because it's worth something to you now; you didn't fight for it or do anything for it. You're riding someone else's coattails and starting to piece together that we actually have something here. It's a joke, but if you want to get beat and pissed on, then by all means, fight for it." Valamir decided then that he'd compete, too, not because he wanted it, but because he wanted to humiliate the prick that had bitten him and ruined his life. Now that would be funny.

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"So same as usual then." Sprawled across a dingy mattress that was too small for him, the lycan that was more mass than a man couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up and hadn't been completely hungover. "Depending on this prize, maybe drinks will be on me." Valamir imagined that senators got paid a nice sum for their work, vampires all seemed to be raking in the dough, meanwhile Valamir was out here taking bets at a shitty little fight club and hoping to win some tournament. Valamir lifted his arm a bit higher so that Xerxes could get better access to the cut, but he kept raising it so that the vampire could get a lovely waft of the musk that had been cooking over these last few days without washing. "Take whatever I owe you, can't leave this place with a debt. Especially not to a depraved little fucker like you."

Cassander wrinkled his nose, watching Valamir for a few more moments. It was unfortunate that the lycan felt like the only one that would perhaps do something for the other, but that was Valamir's fault anyway. For now, though, Cass rolled his eyes, "Right, because your sparkling personality makes you really likable, too." He was sure that no one but Cass would find Valamir one day, dead in his own piss and beer. It was already happening, really. "So you think. Whatever. Take a fucking shower. Enjoy your Christmas gift."

Eric and Cassander, as awful as Valamir probably was to them, were about the closest thing that the lycan had to friends or family. His druid parents had died ages ago, there was Dionaeia, but she always had her own shit going on. Besides, looking anyone from the Pyramid in the eye was hard these days. Valamir was bitter, jaded, and drunk. Those three things were all he had going for him right now. "Hey, what the hell, you wanna come in for a drink? I've got uh-" Valamir scratched his head; he just wanted to know Cass, know the guy whose life he'd fucked up. "I've got a few beers in the fridge."

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"I'll remember that the next time I pass out after the bar; you want me to sleep face down or face up?" Valamir was meant to be joking, but as the words left his mouth, he felt in his bones that no part of Xerxes had been joking. Not like the King was opposed to waking up with the vampire's tongue in his ass, anyone else would've lost it entirely, but if Xerxes wanted to wrap his mouth around his grimy, sweaty skin, then he could do that morning, noon, or night. Xerxes made another offer, and Valamir just raised his brow in the other's direction and gestured for him to come closer. "What's going to cost me?" Valamir asked as he sat back on the makeshift table so Xerxes could get at the wound, "You want my underwear? My boots? My socks? If I'm gonna win this shit, I need everything, these sponsors are fucking cheap."

Cassander was used to Valamir being, well, Valamir. He was more than used to picking him off the ground, reminding Cass that, well, there was hardly anyone but himself he could rely on. Matteo was here, but he wasn't part of the Lupo, and everyone within it seemed to be at a loss. Luberfest was coming up, they all had to make it out alive and not pregnant, so that was that. "Yeah, you're isolated because so many people want to find you, right?" He waited a few moments, "You going to be Alpha or drink until you pass out again?"

Fishing around in his pockets, Valamir found the roadie he'd brought for the walk home. A calloused hand twisted the cap off before he brought the warm beer to his lips, Alpha, that was a funny one. "People don't like me and I don't like people, it's a good thing we have going." Cassander complained too much, this coming from a guy who hadn't stopped complaining since he got here. "Everybody wants to be Alpha." Valamir stumbled a bit as he momentarily thought about the time he spent in that role, the person he'd been and the life he'd led. Hadn't made him happy, then again nothing really seemed to do that. "I'll just keep drinking, seems this place is doing just fine without one."