The Portal
Right on cue, the shade of this hideously murky underworld began to simmer and churn, like the swaying surface of a restless neon sea - or perhaps the living shadows, the breath and very pulse of the Rift, had been upon them this whole time. Lurking. Watching. Valkyrie forced her clicking joints into backward motion, allowing them greater access to the dull-looking bay, and also better opportunity to preferably ignore her (for there was worn upon her these days, a more delightful array of enticing enchantments than had been on her arrival). The grin upon the ghostly girl’s pale-pink lips lingered whether she cared for it or not, goaded into existence by the tiny glinting adornment behind her ear; Vynter had placed the exquisite aquamarine bead amongst the lavish tangles of her mane weeks before, bewitching her in the heat of that moment to believe that he was a lover not touched since her final night in Sunnmōre… Sigrún… The pallid Shieldmaiden watched on with baited breath, curious, nosy, fascinated to learn what powers had been stripped from the yet nameless horse before her - she was hungry for the same, for strength and control, both of which she would wield in the face of Hope for the sake of necessary retribution. Mankind should fall, along with those empowering such brutish domination. A snake of renewed anger slithered through her mind, but it found no traction amongst the waves of preocupation. Valkyrie shrugged at last; she wasn’t about to disclose motivations with random travellers. There was no reason she could think of, not that she cared really, to consider, to pursue this conversation any further. “Have fun…” her voice gestured smoothly, vaguely, already detached, focus diverting to the slot in the treelike behind him through which she intended to vanish. Fawn hooves ventured forward, driving a curved course that spared the personal space still between them. |
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.
