Seeking Aid

VALKYRIE She stood in the storm The sultry, steaming breath of the goddess ghosted tantalisingly across the fine creamy facial hair which dressed Valkyrie’s sensitive skin. The blood beneath the sensual touch of her mistress boiled with wild delight and pallid lashes meshed together, anticipating the moment that those warm ashen lips might seal a kiss - oh, the yearning in her young, hormonal heart. K’yarie was a temptress, it was true, a siren, singing to the vulnerability of her victim’s adolescent whims, and the Shieldmaiden had suffered the same disappointment, many, many times over. Still, the alluring creature who’s unrivalled loveliness she idolised so, was impossible to ignore, and though the rollercoaster of her infatuation had thus far been without reward, the smaller girl clung steadily her stubborn kind of hope. A sudden wave of cold air provoked her eyes to open. The other’s curvaceous form had vanished from her side; the breath which Valkyrie had been holding released wistfully, and she watched her friend across the way, gliding with swinging, alluring hips, towards the old burnt out tree. As she followed, perfectly round, unnaturally large hooves smothering the smaller hoof prints beneath, her quivering lips descended to grapple at lone spears of yellowing grass. The earth was waterlogged now and foraging was scarce. Without tainting their length with the acid in her own saliva, the devoted - no matter how conniving - Shieldmaiden, delivered a small bundle before the bent knees of the other. Often she mused about amassing an army of their own, but her intentions were malicious, and there was no decent foundation to forge upon, other than her unrelenting hatred for Hope (and those men). There had never been a decent time, to view the idea beyond the safety of her mind. It would negate the need for these wanderings, at least… “What would you have me steal?” Valkyrie hummed softly, folding her own legs to allow a gentle fall beside K’yarie. Like through the nights the winged mare had been allowed to so indulge in similar closeness, she knelt her weight unobtrusively into the cradle of the star-flecked mare’s embrace. Though the brightness of the overcast day grew about them, the chill was biting and her thickening coat was still sodden. Sifting through the blur of faces they had passed along the way, she considered the items - at least those she’d given heed to - for any that held potential and a sigh fluttered her thin nares as her chin dipped to rest amid the flowers. and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.

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