Interacting with: Flynn @The Muse, Ayel @Dezuel
Valthyr shared quite little interest in the ongoing debate about how to bury the poor man that had been murdered. While he was a Lunarian himself, this was more a label than anything filled with real substance at least if one looked at it from the average Lunarian's point of view. The druids back at his home had a different set of customs that not only this blithering idiot babbling about 'superior blood' all the time might have considered barbaric for lack of better knowledge, but they also had the custom to not even try and complain about foreign cultures that much. Last but not least a fair bit of tolerance was what had allowed his own culture to survive for that long.
The soldier was dead and that was in itself sad enough. Bickering about how to bury him felt somewhat undeserving.
Speaking about inappropriate actions, the prince's decision to let the idiot accompany them on a task as delicate as tracking down an unidentified attacker in the woods fell in pretty much the same category. Or did it ? Spending a second thought on the topic, Valthyr figured that -- maybe -- this was a much more clever move than it looked. An act of containment and damage control to stop Ayel from unleashing more harassments if left behind with a dead body he considered belonging to somebody inferior ? That or the two really were just close friends as the idiot kept pretending, even though so far the prince had kept surprisingly quiet and not really approving of anything Ayel had said so far.
None of these possibilities made the task of spending time with this outrageous individual easier however. As he walked, Valthyr had that unspecific feeling that this unbearable entity was up to something again. He was unable to eavesdrop on what exactly Ayel might or might not have said to his 'closest friend', but on the other hand he would not have paid much attention had Ayel made an entire opera out of his stupid accusations either. He was internally boiling too much already due to some previous statements to be a good audience.
The druid halfway turned on as much of a heel as a man still without shoes could have. He wanted to shout and to make Ayel's ears shatter in a furious storm of verbal retaliation, but he also felt tired as the arrogant noble probably shielded his petty little universe far too well for any sense to break in from the outside. The result was a low voice transmitting the following message rather dryly:
"At least I can sweat. You have put yourself into the predicament of either clogging up your skin with all that silly makeup so much that it can't cool down anymore at all or to see said makeup turning you into a laughing stock once it starts being washed down."Had Ayel said something else ? A brief, but maybe a little awkward moment of silence passed as Valthyr cobbled together what other kind of noble nonsense had piled up in his memory.
"Also... rolling with pigs ? Well at least then the pigs have a good time. Every peasant knows that having a good life is vital to a pig meat's taste in the end. That even applies if it is going to be treated with a lot of expensive spices and fancy cooking because it has to be sacrificed to nourish useless people like you."Valthyr's right eyelid twitched and his hand was on the verge of doing the same. He wanted to slap this maggot in the face, to rub him all his fancy powder into his greedy eyes and to squish his reproductive organs until he either heard an excuse or said organs had entered the realm of eternal dysfunction. That wayward spawn thought of him as an imbecile, an uneducated man whose world was primitivity and whose language was cruelty alone ? Maybe it was time to adapt and just confirm all of this beliefs, to set the record straight in the most painful way possible.
Had they been in a very different situation and without Flynn as a witness around, Ayel might have been in danger. The way things were however, he was safe still. There were higher priorities and, laid said, Valthyr felt tired of this.
"Now excuse me. I will do another transition, but into a wolf this time. I won't be able to speak to you anymore, but I will be able to listen to both of you perfectly still. A wolf just can smell better than either me or a cat."Having said this, Valthyr retreated behind the next tree of major thickness so to preserve some basic dignity while undoing his clothes. As an added bonus, he could also rest assured that the idiot wouldn't stab him in the back when he was the most defenseless, a heap of... unindentified magical something undergoing some weird process. It took significantly longer than the cat, but the outcome could also be considered much more imposing to say the least.
Paws larger than Valthyr's human feet dug into the snow and dirt below as he enjoyed the buildup of warmth inside them, his whole body now protected against the cold by a visually impenetrable layer of gray fur that waved gently in the wind. He lowered his snout and sniffed, trying to pick up anything out of the ordinary. So close to the village however it was an olfactory mess that didn't allow to pinpoint anything suspicious in particular yet.
Large, round eyes looked at Flynn first, then at Ayel and for a brief moment, Valthyr allowed his newfound teeth to be seen by the latter. The druid was blissfully unaware of the fact that this would probably only pour oil into the noble's fire while also blasting it with pure oxygen. If this aggregate of 'superior blood' contained in a sack of skin apparently too ugly to be exposed without decorative makeup already considered a cat capable of ripping somebody's face and head off, what would he think about him now ? Probably still stick with the cat while also reiterating that he needed a mount and had just found one...
Unable to speak, Valthyr just shook his mighty head trying to mimick the human gesture of saying 'No.'. He had not picked up any interesting scent yet.