The Portal
Anger, boiling, brimming rage, writhing beneath the surface of that precious brunette skin - it’s what she hoped for, an effect she longed to achieve, the perfect bite on that bait she so dangled. But alas, the stranger’s refined, feminine facade swivelled around to view her and written through his visible expression, was nothing more than dull, stagnant calm. Valkyrie’s blood bubbled, bitter, branded with the sour hue of resentment. …and then she found herself wondering with a growing sense of bemusement, whether it was actually a male nestled there, in beneath those fair, womanly curves. None of the he’s she had encountered (all of them did in actual fact, not that she allowed them credibility), possessed the quaint kind of poise that this other represented. He was small too - though not in terms of height (her inflated ego believed them similar). His crafting was fine and dignified, nothing like her expectation that all males were dense in every possible regard. Valkyrie’s ostentatiousness crashed to a halt, colliding with nought but the stone wall of pleasantry. Visibly she recoiled, realigning her weight and settling back across the tension of her angular haunches. Ears twisted forward, peering from behind the glamorous adornment of fashioned armour and though still narrowed icily upon him, the winged adolescent’s striking blue eyes shed their immediate aggression, adopting instead a stonier version of his same, nonchalance. “You and me both…” she muttered unhelpfully, vainly, injecting her voice after the mention of disparity. Then, when he’d spoken his piece, Valkyrie continued blandly with a shrug… “We’re halfway between hell and the worst nightmare you’ve ever had...” Beneath her lean belly, one hoof slouched. She let her eyes wander slowly, sifting through the fog of pallid rain for the shadows which should by now be stalking him. Perhaps they, predictably unmerciful, would spur a rise of greater excitement from her friend - unless she’d arrived late to ‘the portal party’, this time and he'd already been stripped naked. There was a strange niggle in her cheeks, a pressure. The cold-natured Shieldmaiden realised with a start that she was grinning. |
Note: For clarity, Valkyrie is currently cursed - physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.
Also, Vynter gave her a bead http://riftrpg.net/showthread.php?tid=1063 that alters her body language to favour males.
