The stars above sparkled brilliantly as Valve walked along the top of a tall dune, close to the border of the territory. The desert lay flat and unassuming on the other side, with no sign of any others for miles. She exhaled aloud, hoping that she might run into Nyazik or Avangeline on patrol somewhere nearby—she wanted to learn a bit more about each of them, hoping that this time she wouldn’t be so rudely interrupted by those bachelor bastards.

They would pay for their mistakes—Valve would ensure it. And Evaline’s condition when her and Gabbar arrived at the Lagoon would determine the severity of her response. The black mare was prepared for war, if it should come to that, and as questionable as Gabbar’s trust had been recently she felt assured that he could at least act as a solider if nothing more—and that was what wars required.

Flickering her dark tail as she walked, she looked to the desert once more and decided that she should pay Orhan a visit soon. Based on the fact that she had been present when his mother had been murdered (at her own hooves no less) she wanted to make sure that he remained ignorant to her actions—at least for the time being. Having seen neither of the Arabian mares lately was comforting, but Valve would not forget precisely how good they were at being invisible. Time would tell.

VALVE
slenderman x black heart machine