Rainforest Cliffs
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VALKYRIE She stood in the storm
The half-dead abomination stirred unexpectedly, unfortunately, and though her focus had been more or less set upon the easy target Vynter presented, she felt the weight of her pounding heart drop with disappointment. Perhaps it was they, gathered around as though standing vigil, that allowed him the false impression that his life was actually valued - it wasn’t… She turned her eyes sharply from the painted boy to view the rise and fall of the fallen one’s buckskin body, the oxygen she felt he wasn’t entitled to, expanding the tainted lungs beneath. He tried in vain to lift himself from the bed of earth there, beneath the timber cavern but there seemed to be no strength to call upon and Valkyrie watch amusedly as he teetered and tumbled with a heavy thud back down. There was a strange aura of concern emanating from the starry-coated goddess which prompted the hateful spectator to better mind her tongue. Instead of verbalising further the slew of insolence brooding in her mind, she sighed pensively and set her weight back against her hindquarters to wait. Eventually, K’yarie slipped backwards to take position alongside Valkyrie and a burning desire to place her quivering maw upon the other, rose like wildfire within. Galaxies of otherworldly hue streamed slowly around them, drawn hither by the movement of their exquisite host, and the pale horse couldn’t help but lift her rosy lips instead to bathe in the splendour of the divine lady’s queer mane. One ear tipped towards the words that were breathily ushered and though she wanted to nod graciously (better still annihilate the vermin altogether), the Shieldmaiden shrugged gently and parted her lips to reply. “I- But there came a sudden blurt from Vynter across the way and Valkyrie angled a savage glare in his direction. No sooner had the uninvited sound erupted from his throat, than he recoiled with stunned blue eyes sliding in rapid succession around the space they filled. A brisk snort delivered him the awareness of her impatience. “There’ll be ample cobwebs in the vacant recess of your brain…” she murmured bitterly, drawing back her eyes from him, along the laying breadth of the man sprawled between them. She turned promptly and slipped from the cover of the old tree, gliding away through the rain with a curt, indignant snort. and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails. |
-Valkyrie Exits-
