Valamir ll Saturchella
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Valamir ll Saturchella
You can have my isolation You can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith You can have my everything

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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?
@nashalbrecht location: where the baddies hang out (the trailer park) notes: post Alpha Gauntlet
"I forgot how fun it can be," Valamir said with a sigh as he cracked open one of Xerxes's beers and collapsed into the crumbling law chair. He lifted the can to his temple and pressed it to the gash that was still healing over his eye. There were bits of fur matted under his nails with blood, sinew, and who knew what else, but that was the fun of it. For the first time in years, he felt alive again. "When it's you and me in the final, just don't fucking kill me." With the pack gone, there wouldn't be much left of Lupercal, at least as far as hierarchy was concerned. Let it be lawless, fuck the cunts on the council and anyone else that thought they should be in charge; if the Lupo tried to rebuild they'd have a hard time doing that with Nash around.

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“What can I say? I know what I’m about.” Xerxes was always a bit of a freak, but now that he was free he could let his pig flag fly free. It was oddly reaffirming for Valamir to expect as much from him. It meant he was living his second lease on life to the fullest. "You should use your winnings for something better, I'll buy you beer whenever you want. You know the best thing about having that dead fucker out of my head? His memory can't stop me from draining his bank accounts, and I can't imagine anything more epic than using his fortune to pay your tab." Yeah, Xerxes was depraved and his shameless tongue-out-grin said he was proud of that fact. Especially where Valamir was concerned, he could derive pleasure from the basest contact. His fingertips slid from bandage to flesh, sliding up Valamir's torso to the heart of his rack all while rearing his head into the exposed pit, desperate to drink all the tang he could from each strand of pit hair. "I should probably wipe you down too. Can't risk infection. Then I can get out of your hair and let you get back to mountain manning. Sound good?" Xerxes chirped, licking his lips hungrily as he grabbed Valamir's discarded shirt. Only the most flavorful garments should be used as sweat rags.
"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.
Eric was more dodgy and cunning than others would give him credit for, more cat-coded than dog-coded, they often tended to get away with it. Valamir, however, was more brash and even if Eric liked to believe that the King couldn't see right through them, it was evident Valamir wasn't letting them slide in any sense of accountability. "I wasn't going to hurt him and don't call him that," sometimes even the Exile could bark and their brows knit together as Valamir seemed to gravitate towards a more serious threat, "It didn't sound like you were running for Alpha before, did I change your mind?" Shit, but the Exile stood firm as though he could even try to appear menacing to the other.
"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?
"Well I bested you once, didn't I?" They put on their best farce of smiling boastfully, standing a little taller as if it'd help them in the face of a tower like the King. Valamir would likely point out it was a lucky bite, and it had been; but the Exile was just going to derogatorily take the piss on this subject and Valamir could laugh all he pleased. "In a few weeks, we'll see who you'll have to call Alpha and you can't jump ship if it happens to be me," they smiled with a final shrug.
"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."
Eric understood that Valamir could squeeze their brains out of their head as effortlessly as he could pinch toothpaste from the tube but that didn't temper the Exile's chatty and sarcastic demeanor. Eric resonated more as a cat that had several lives and they'd continue to test how many lives they were truly granted, even with their towering 'progeny'. "Okay, and what about it?" Their arms were crossed, smirking; the King was crotchety in the way that computers and technology were bad but Valamir still had the capacity to blend into society if someone didn't look too closely at him. "What if this is just the next part of my Sims simulation? Get over it." Mhm, that should baffle Valamir enough to get him off the Exile's back; Eric never really went with the flow of anything that was to be expected of them, gunning for Alpha was no different.
"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.

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Eric blinked, he should have realized Valamir was going to come out the gate strong but it still caught the Exile slightly off guard as the King barraged right into the grit of it. Still, the Exile had retained their growth from saboteur, to volatile, to this; but he was still, at their heart, a shit stirrer. "How the hell am I supposed to give a shit about a place that's barely been a place for a year?" A scornful comment which more or less proved Valamir's point, but the Exile thought they were being totally poetic. "Everyone made it seem like this was temporary, that something would give or be fixed and now all the lycans are running around like chickens that've been beheaded." A bit of an exaggeration, but the Exile continued, "I'm realizing Lupercal's worth, slowly, but that doesn't mean I'm not worthy."
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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Valamir in a bar, huh? Xerxes could clearly picture in his head the lycan getting plastered, maybe throwing a few punches, then passing out which was why there wasn't any hesitation with his response. "Face down. We're totally going out drinking after this, so don't forget." Chipper as ever, Xerxes jogged himself over to Valamir's supplies and practically clacked his ankles as he did. It was unsurprising that a total unit like him got the best sponsors, but Xerxes didn't care since he felt he was already winning. "No need to freak out. I'll shove my nose into your boots when I'm done as a tip. I only accept payment in bodily fluids, so you'll get to keep all your stuff," Xerxes lies, wondering which of Valamir's socks he'll end up swiping. This was a competition after all, and Xerxes was after gold. As he carefully applied a gauze bandage to the cut, he started with the first of his payment by standing on his tippy toes to lick Valamir's hairy armpit. Even with human tastebuds, Xerxes let out a heady little moan, finding the flavor as potent as ever.
"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."
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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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Xerxes hadn't been human in a long time, so naturally he was more than a little hesitant to continue participating after realizing that he was stripped of any immortal perks. However, he luckily realized the bottom line quickly. Even if these games weren't going to be the musk-filled, beef-slamming soiree he was hoping for, there would still be plenty of opportunity to drink the fluids of hot, sweaty men. He was in a rather chipper mood now that he found his rhythm. It was just his luck that an injured, hot daddy type needed help. Xerxes was all too happy to patch Caius up, wipe him clean, and wring out the sweat-heavy cloth straight into his mouth. The little tune he hummed while climbing through this rocky area was indicative of his pleasure.
Stumbling upon Valamir in a cave was sheer luck, though even in his astonishment Xerxes was able to register that the other was correct. He did fuck up. "Dammit! Were you going to sleep soon? I was this close to crossing something really hot off my bucket list..." What a shame, the lycan looked real grungy too. It probably would've been a perfect time to get a sneak taste of his sleeping hole, but oh well. Xerxes would have to find another time to wake Valamir up with a good ass eating. "...So are you going to pound me to death or let me help? Turns out, I'm really good at first aid without the thirst. Of course, my services will cost you even if we are bros."
"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."