All About the Aesthetic
01-06-2019, 04:31 PM
In response to Aesir's clear misgivings Valkyrie copied his faux scornful expression right down to the waggling paw. "Now it's your turn to wound me!" She'd been deliberately scant on the details to lure him in and pique his interest, and it seemed her efforts hadn't been for nothing.
"Half assembled? No, I certainly wouldn't say that because that would be lying." She eyed him for a beat, trying to gauge his reaction, then threw in the kicker. "I have enough recruits to make it official. All I need to do is gather them and christen the damn thing."
Now, did she play hard to get because he'd "wounded" her or did she do what she wanted to do and eagerly jump on his interest? It was hard to decide. On the one hand she wanted to be difficult, but on the other, she was so close to wrangling him too. Hm. Maybe she could do both. "If it's strategy you want you won't get it IF or until you're a member. It's the horns, you see, makes you untrustworthy," she sniffed with mock haughtiness. She held the expression for a second and then dropped it. Sooner or later his patience for horn jokes would wane. "I kid, of course. Because the group is so young I thought we'd gather and spend the winter training and getting to know one another before we begin raiding. And if you want to know about targets well..." She grinned teasingly. "I'm keeping those details close for now."
She'd participated in her first raid at nine months. Admittedly that first experience had been alarming and shown her just how inexperienced she'd been at the time, but she'd improved mentally and physically in the months that came after. Valkyrie couldn't claim to be an old wizened war horse, but she knew enough to count on the wisdom of those who were and she was prepared to lead as her forefathers had. She could do this. She wasn't a pup and while she may have been a yearling, Norsemen her age had been doing what she was doing now for countless generations. Valkyrie was no different than her ancestors.
Valkyrie grew serious and dropped all pretense. "You're a good fighter, Aesir, and I don't think it's luck that's reunited us. The band would benefit from your presence."
"Half assembled? No, I certainly wouldn't say that because that would be lying." She eyed him for a beat, trying to gauge his reaction, then threw in the kicker. "I have enough recruits to make it official. All I need to do is gather them and christen the damn thing."
Now, did she play hard to get because he'd "wounded" her or did she do what she wanted to do and eagerly jump on his interest? It was hard to decide. On the one hand she wanted to be difficult, but on the other, she was so close to wrangling him too. Hm. Maybe she could do both. "If it's strategy you want you won't get it IF or until you're a member. It's the horns, you see, makes you untrustworthy," she sniffed with mock haughtiness. She held the expression for a second and then dropped it. Sooner or later his patience for horn jokes would wane. "I kid, of course. Because the group is so young I thought we'd gather and spend the winter training and getting to know one another before we begin raiding. And if you want to know about targets well..." She grinned teasingly. "I'm keeping those details close for now."
She'd participated in her first raid at nine months. Admittedly that first experience had been alarming and shown her just how inexperienced she'd been at the time, but she'd improved mentally and physically in the months that came after. Valkyrie couldn't claim to be an old wizened war horse, but she knew enough to count on the wisdom of those who were and she was prepared to lead as her forefathers had. She could do this. She wasn't a pup and while she may have been a yearling, Norsemen her age had been doing what she was doing now for countless generations. Valkyrie was no different than her ancestors.
Valkyrie grew serious and dropped all pretense. "You're a good fighter, Aesir, and I don't think it's luck that's reunited us. The band would benefit from your presence."
This character has a noticeable Icelandic accent!
Valkyrie also has a female melanistic japanese macaque named Inga. Unless she's mentioned IC it's safe to assume she's not with her master.
It can be assumed that Valkyrie has a bear skull mask hanging from a strap around her neck at all times.
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