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Cold-hearts and ice-thrones
Open The Heimasborg 
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
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VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


With her plan to construct a ‘Sisterhood of the Shieldmaidens’ in the Rift now in motion—no matter how shortsighted or underdeveloped it may have been—the need for physical foundations, also somewhere suitable to convene, was the pressing priority in her mind.

From the Frozen Sea in the east which marked the very end of the Rift’s expansive continent, Valkyrie deviated west, lured by the surprising familiarity of the bitter climate and the biting wind which hustled down the northernmost range of impassable-looking peaks.

Though the rain had well an truly watered down the rigidity of the snow drifts she muscled through, the going was still difficult, for the water beneath the slushy white, had set into precarious black-ice. Thrice the foolhardy Shieldmaiden lost her footing navigating slopes, but view of The Heimasborg—the perfect ice-castle, perhaps, lurking beneath jagged, ominous mountains—fuelled the ferociously burning curiosity in her belly.

What if too, from that vantage, they were able to watch Hope’s herd to the south? The benefits seemed endless.

It was mid-morning when Valkyrie slithered to a halt before an unsettling-looking valley bathed in dense, sinister-looking shadow. She was soaked to the bone, from head to toe and shivering miserably despite the enthusiastic sneer written through her expression; chilling blue eyes beheld the marvellously mysterious ravine, glittering as they absorbed and assessed the potential.

“The perfect deterrent!” she cheered—ironically—completely undeterred herself, and instantly surprised (and intrigued) by the way her alien, manly tone resonated off flanking hills.

“HELLOOO!”

Without further a-due, the cocky adolescent entered the mist.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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Notes for clarity:
- Valkyrie was cursed here. Physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.
- Vynter gave her a bead here that alters her body language to favour males.

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Messages In This Thread
Cold-hearts and ice-thrones - by Valkyrie - 05-23-2018, 04:21 AM
RE: Cold-hearts and ice-thrones - by Korri - 06-08-2018, 11:54 PM