Stealing Sunlight

VALKYRIE She stood in the storm Ears slid backward, tempted by the sound of muffled steps as the larger violet stallion moved to pursue her, but when Valkyrie turned to meet the scornful words dancing warningly between them, a figure more imposing than she could have imagined towered threateningly above. K’yarie? Somewhere, in the depths of her self-obsessed sub-conscience, she knew that the goddess lurked beneath the shell of too-dense brawn. A sudden breathlessness robbed her lungs of fuel and she found herself cowering like a mouse in the ominous shadow of her divine friend’s wrath. The scathing voice slithered forward like a riled up serpent, razor fangs bared, venom oozing. Her light-blue gaze diverted, harrowed by the impressive smouldering eyes of the other and she felt for the first time in her life, frightened - properly. The goddess, otherworldly and laced with magic, was beautiful to behold, even in the most general situation, yet, as her fury frothed like the molten blood of a brimming peak, she became something more breathtaking than the paler, winged woman was able to fathom. I am her… thoughts cried desperately, lost upon the tongue which flailed between clenched teeth, hindered as the celestial monster advanced. She willed wretchedly for her beloved spear to come, but alas, the weapon lay perfectly, irritatingly resistant across the puddled soil behind. …and then, at last, as doom loomed like a storm cloud before her, Valkyrie found her voice. It unleashed with exasperated anger, unchecked and unhinged, flailing forward with only as much elegance as the swan with one leg. “I am Valkyrie!” Like lead had suddenly become the organs pounding inside her, the Shieldmaiden felt the sudden weight of exhaustion. The shadows binding each fetlock pulled at the motion of her rekindled aggression, preventing her from launching a defence, and she lashed wildly towards them with gnashing teeth - for her patience had all but fizzled out. “It is me!” She reiterated despairingly, weariness leeching the heat prematurely from her tone; the last word seemed but a breath as her chin stooped and her shoulders began to sag. and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.

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