there's a devil inside of you

VALKYRIE She stood in the storm The pastel mare’s throbbing, hungry heart sank as news of Kiada’s magical birthright touched her ears, however, the prospect of attaining such powers seemed not to be as hopeless as her splitting thoughts tried vehemently to believe. She battled back the wave of negativity and shook her pristine skull softly; a small haze of sandflies hummed in protest. As the horned woman spoke on, words eloquent and attractive, Valkyrie felt the nag of intrigue return and her posture slowly relaxed. The hoof beneath her left hock realigned itself at an angle. Drowning… she mused at one point, rather surprised. The Shieldmaiden, though once already she’d trekked to the centre of the Southern Sea, preferred water for no other reason than to bathe. There was something wild about water, untameable and cruel, and the thought of suffering as her company apparently did, brought a rack of chills down her spine. “…well that’s gratitude,” she muttered with a hint of contempt. Vision of the lumbering black and teal monster, limbs and things dangling about him like a grotesque necklace, came easily and it only served to further enhance the uncomfortable shudder within her. They both grinned, maybe easing the mood, and the other continued, divulging info on trials. At mention of him, she withheld her own comment. Men were moronic and it hardly surprised her that his interest had waned (if that was what happened, she couldn’t recall) - regardless, with any luck, stupidity would bring faster their demise… As Kiada concluded with a wink, luring forth a gentle murmur of laughter, Valkyrie nodded. “Who do I need to approach?” She asked quickly, even overly so, rooting her neat, round hooves to the substrate beneath her to prevent the eagerness from urging her suddenly forward. “And also for a sl… a pet… I would very much appreciate one like…” Khairi! “…like Khairi to accompany me through these trials” (there would be many, undoubtedly).Her eyes skated heavenward for a second, searching for the figure of the feathered predator, circling above. Of course, friendship wasn’t what she sought from a bond such as theirs, at all. Despite the savage reasoning within her, the Shieldmaiden presented before the other, fairly normal. and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.

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@Kiada