it's too much

VALKYRIE She stood in the storm Without her spear, Valkyrie knew she was a good deal more vulnerable. However, she was not entirely stupid, just foolishly fearless. Recovering her composure, all the while preoccupied and oblivious to the movement beyond the rigid mouth of the cavern, the ghostly-coloured adolescent craned her neck awkwardly so that her snapping, grappling pink lips could access the pendant which nestled comfortably between the grooves of her fleshy, mannish breast. On the verge of unravelling patience, the tiny orb’s chain finally fell into her grip; she shook it, hard, bouncing her broad, chiselled face up and down rather violently until the luminous light she knew was contained within, shuttered to life. It spread quickly, like fire among stubble, infiltrating the dark room and exposing not one, but two lurking strangers in the process. Astonished, Valkyrie stood there in the doorway, swinging her stunned blue eyes rapidly from the furthest away paler female, to the mean looking, white-faced wolf between them… The Shieldmaiden’s instincts screamed deafeningly into her stuck-fast mind, throwing torrents of stinging hormone through her throbbing, hot bloodstream and pinching the nerves beneath her skin so wildly that she looked almost to tremble. Within the cavity of her chest, her heart seemed to pound so powerfully that she wondered if it had come loose to bounce between her ribs. “It’ll be your grave instead, if you don’t escape now,” she blurted in an uncharacteristically broken-toned voice—clearly nervous, yet still visibly indignant—presuming it was that one, the more intelligent-looking of the two (the horse), who had laid warning into the air only a second before. Wolves were just dumb animals… Valkyrie was not intending to hang around for mealtime. Her burly haunches pressed down beneath the weight of her swivelling forequarters, mane sweeping dramatically like an ivory curtain around her, but the young Sister paused mid-escape to fling a final glance towards the other. “GET OUT!” and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.

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I forgot to mention that her legs are tangled in shadows and these act like weights to slow her. Joy