thanks, but i'm going on my way now
ft valkyrie
08-06-2019, 09:09 PM
how did it get to this? Dutch had reigned in her anger, her rage and tried to use reason. but reason? that was never her strong suit. she tried to make this bitch see, what, an alliance to be formed from this? that pack and band could be unified and kept in business? that it'd be beneficial? no, she was kidding herself. "damn it, Valk!" the dwarf snapped at last as the Viking tried to grab her. call her a whore, call her whatever she fucking wanted but nobody was going to hurt these kids. "I'm not risking these lives because of your stupid ego!" she was close to birthing them, and she had carried them to term without much trouble. she would not risk a miscarriage or abortion. at this point, she didn't care if Hannibal would free her either. he wanted the kids, not her. she wasn't in some grand delusional state about her importance. Dutch protected her large belly, tucking her legs under her as she fell to the earth with Valkyrie above her. she glared openly but made no move to defend herself. days away from giving birth, she wasn't allowing a fight. she promised after fighting Sirius that she was done until the pups were born and older. "I'm not fighting you" she spat angrily, seething with rage "I concede." but she got nothing from it. losing a friend, an ally... if she even was her friend at all, to begin with. she just fuckin' hoped she was worth the aggravation. Dutch was nobody and nothing; she was a tool to be used by anyone who needed her skills. but the pups - her children - were innocent. they would be kept out of this stupid feud if she could manage it. but their fate and her's... that wouldn't be Valkyrie's to choose. Dutch took the joy out of that. "take me to market then. I don't give a shit who buys me." as long as they were safe. ooc; dutch accepts the loss with as much grace as she can handle. |
dutch speaks with a thick scandinavian accent.
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