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Private Uwaritace 
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#1
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


The last time Valkyrie has seen the black and white, winged stranger—rather, the curious knife resting between her lips—had been by the old dead tree to the far north in the mists. Ordinarily she hadn’t the mind for thievery, and certainly, her own beloved spear was a finer prize than any other, but the pastel adolescent had been otherwise intrigued by the apparent enchantment it owned. The other horse had summoned it, one way or another, and before her incredulous, gaping stare, the weapon had assumed stunning length before bursting into a sheath of angry flames.

It had been such an intriguing a spectacle that the memory of that moment had scarcely faded from the forefront of her mind. So when K’yarie suggested that she’d like her young follower to illegally acquire a possession owned by another, it was this spear that instantly appealed to her greedy excitement. It was fortunate that they had been sheltering for many weeks in the exact location required (presumably), to find the item and its unwitting keeper.

After a long week discussing boring logistics (she was never one for forward-thinking)—a monotonous task, Valkyrie thought, given her much simpler plan to simply rob the other at night—it was decided that they should hunt together to find the target stranger and watch until the weapon was dropped. The goddess should then reveal herself, a decoy, a part that seemed fitting in every respect possible, and the younger would slip in behind undetected and snatch their prize. Alternatively, if the K’yarie’s masterplan failed, the Shieldmaiden still had in her mind, the idea to pounce when darkness fell.

The very next morning, after the ploy had been agreed to, Valkyrie woke early and stepped lightly to practice her part. Presuming the other to be sleeping, though the brightening dawn surely would rouse her to wake soon, the pale figure slithered excitedly—as silently as she could manage—to the rear of her idol. It was her intention to take the dragon ornament from the chain which draped against K’yarie’s sleek (though masculine), ebon thigh. Adrenaline fed anticipation through her bloodstream and that, in turn, pounded as the pulse in her fastened-back ears.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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Note: For clarity, Valkyrie is currently cursed - physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.

@K'yarie - stealing!
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#2
K'yarie
Valkyrie would reach for the charm, only to find it vanished into shadow along with its wearer. "Good morning, Valkyrie." She purred from behind the maiden. "Did you sleep well?" She was amused at her attempt to steal from her. It was a valiant try, but her departure had been sensed by the celestial being. Though K'yarie had not endeavored to get up, enjoying the moment of quiet relaxation before starting their task.

She swept past her devoted follower, a light laugh floated from her being. Like unto the chime of silver bells. Though to the other it would not sound so elegant, for she saw her as a man. Just as she was now. An interesting curse from the deity, Hope. "I see you have been practicing." She said, her melodic voice gliding back to the smaller woman. The spines on her armor disappeared into their place with a shink. She had kept them out during the night to afford a better guard to the back of them. Not many things wanted to mess with something sharp. "Shall we?" She asked, inclining her head to look back at Valkyrie. She was the one who had to point their target out to the start-kissed. When she did so she'd assist in the stealing of the item, in what ever manner was needed.

talk talk talk talk
My Soul
is in
The Sky
image credit to Dozymare @ Deviantart.com


@Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#3
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


Though she craved the spear and would have pursued it for herself on behalf of her beloved goddess (probably the simpler target between two also), Valkyrie’s eager mind, the greed swelling through her core, was swayed by memory of the other item; the small charm that resembled a pale bear’s head, with blue-crystal eyes and fog that billowed when another ventured a touch. It was a prize that had filled her with jealousy, desire, enough that she’d cast away her own small trinket and forget its existence completely—but Eira’s…

As the pastel Shieldmaiden reached across for K’yarie’s small adornment, the star-spangled body against which it rested disappeared into shadow. Valkyrie snorted with surprise and staggered backwards, though a smile quickly lathered her masculine features. “Aye, you caught me!” she chuckled lightly, the sound lifting from deep within a burly man’s chest, and turning, the smaller of the pair sought the entrancing gaze of her idol. A small nod answered the question, though as the other moved forward, she politely resigned not to ask the same.

Heavy strides endeavoured to follow, and though each hoof fell hard, pressing upon the soft earth with the burden of a male’s full weight descending, no print was left as she passed.

“K’yarie, wait…I…” she Shieldmaiden started, hesitant to spoil the fair mood of the celestial beauty, but unable to shake, all the same, the desire for the other charm. “Actually...” her voice wavered in the moment uncertainly, “Actually, I’m pretty sure the spear we need will be somewhere near the big tree.”

An overwhelming wave of combined relief and disappointment swept through her. She swore to retrieve Eira’s charm another time when the pressure of pleasing her goddess was not there to strangle her nerve. Valkyrie danced forward with springing knees, meeting the eyes of the stunning creature with all of the enthusiasm she could muster.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#4
K'yarie
Valkyrie would reach for the charm, only to find it vanished into shadow along with its wearer. She had indeed caught her. The goddess would be keeping a subtly closer eye on her ambitious follower. For if she could so much as attempt to steal from her, what else might she be willing to do. The faith and adoration of mortals was a tricky, fickle thing. She would have to watch her. A betrayal from her most trusted, most beloved, would be a shattering blow.

The goddess gave no indication of such thoughts. She turned, her head slowly sweeping backwards to gaze upon Val. Her deep violet pools took her in. She halted in her original comment. But the woman let it slide. She had no doubt that she would tell her. For she was her celestial being. Her protector and love. All she had to do was wait. Or press the right buttons. A smile touched those velvet lips as she gave a gracious incline of her head. "Lead the way. Fore this is your task now. I can only assist." She hummed. "Such are the rules of this trial." She was not one to willingly follow. But for power, she would allow Valkyrie to take the lead. Only Valkyrie.

talk talk talk talk
My Soul
is in
The Sky
image credit to Dozymare @ Deviantart.com


@Valkyrie
Valkyrie the Hopebringer
Currently championing: Caevoc
#5
VALKYRIE
She stood in the storm


As the morning wore on and their search amounted to nothing, Valkyrie grew bored and impatient. Had it not been for the vambraces tethered to her forelegs, her reckless wandering and increasingly lazy attempt to conceal herself, might have delivered any predator upon them; they erased each print meticulously, though did little to muffle the recklessness of her gait. Once or twice the goddess who pursued her delivered a timely reminder, a nudge or a nip, drawing the wandering thoughts of the Shieldmaiden back to the task at hand. The second, thankfully, came at a most critical moment—

A clearing, brighter than the timber forest surrounding Utwaritace and airier, stood visible, ahead of their pathless passage and Valkyrie paused quickly with one knee lifted and her white ears pressed forward. A figure was poised in the open, motionless—perhaps sleeping—with a tail, tipped with delicate gold, slumped down heavily at the front, well, back; behind her. A smug grin passed across the watching winged horse’s pastel lips as she turned her head back to address K’yarie. “I think that’s her…” she whispered, voice twisted by the wickedness of her intention.

To be certain, the Shieldmaiden needed to skirt around, masked by the cover of the trees, and find the black on the stranger’s other half—the real front. Quietly she moved, with more care than the journey thus far, for she now had the desires of both she and her celestial queen riding squarely upon her shoulders.

Valkyrie arrived, and as she stared, blue eyes ravenously devouring the other’s features, she was more than delighted to discover the spear perched upon the earth to the side.

“It is!” she mouthed with her head again swivelled back, and pearly teeth flashed her excitement through a grin.

After a sensible moment longer spent assessing the scene, holding her breath, the enthusiastic Shieldmaiden slithered forward with all of the cunning discretion of a snake through the grass; the sly smile spread candidly across her face grew a little bigger. She drank the strange flavour of the other deeply as she moved, searching for any shift in pheromone or suggestion that she might be stirring from sleep—of course she never did, Valkyrie was as smooth and secretive as the thief she’d become and retrieving the folded spear in her gently grasping teeth, she recoiled with remarkable swiftness, vanishing back into the wood.

and when the wind did not blow her way,
she adjusted her sails.



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@K'yarie - I'm going to drop Zahra in here next
K'yarie the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#6
K'yarie
K'yarie remained in the shadows. Her skin crackling with magic as she touched the light colored maiden's shadow. It shifted, ready to swallow her should their target awaken. Her orbs stirred within the shadow, poised to spring forthe and create a distraction should Val be discovered. The goddess remained alert. On guard.

She was the support should anything go wrong. A great sentinel of starlight and shadow. A celestial being watching over her maiden. The obe who's selfish desires had allowed her to be manipulated into preforming this task. Her final step towards gaining power. So she waited. Her magic ready to aid if need be.
talk talk talk talk
My Soul
is in
The Sky
image credit to Dozymare @ Deviantart.com


@Valkyrie
Zahra
Currently championing:
#7
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils

With Eleos occupied somewhere nearby, Zahra found herself gifted a recently rare moment of aloneness. Determined to make use of it, the young draper found a generous glade within which to position herself and while the rain thinned and nearly ceased, she lowered her wings to rest; without the constant hammer of water against her skin, the young draper assumed her saturated skin might begin to dry. Wishful thinking really…

A cavernous yawn fought reluctant jaws apart and she let the spear, her father’s originally, fall to the ground with a soft thump. Briefly yellow eyes ventured heavenward, scoping the time of day and the position of the sun—should it by some miracle appear to warm her. Angling her painted frame suitably, optimistically, Zahra  let her neck stoop and her ears settle back; the woodland surrounding the old tree, Utwaritace seemed comfortably tranquil and so the weary mare allowed herself to fall into slumber.

It seemed her fatigue was far greater than she’d anticipated—months of emotional turmoil and the same of aimless wandering had actually taken its toll.

Descending beneath the numbing blanket of memories and dreams, the daughter of the Gallant and the Starry-Eyed failed to notice the muffled approach of the stranger’s considered footsteps. In fact, so lost in sleep was she, that the thief swept forward to take her laying prize, without even causing a flinch. Zahra was oblivious and by the time she eventually woke to the sound of Eleos’s soft call, the intruders (for there were two), had long ago vanished without trace into the wilds.
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