Long Road Home

Valkyrie was scouting ahead for places to take the band. She had yet to decide where to go next but it made sense to go north in summer. Take advantage of that section's nicest season before moving somewhere temperate for the cooler months. Of course that might put her at odds with Acere, but what was a little blood among friends? Speaking of friends...

Valkyrie reared back with a gasp as her eyes settled on the familiar figure. It had been a really long time since she'd seen him. After pledging himself to the band Aesir had up and disappeared, and then been quickly followed by both of his brothers. In the end all but one of her friends had left her and though she hadn't spoken to anyone about this it had left her bitter and hurt.

For a moment as she looked at him Valkyrie was the picture of vulnerability. She felt a mix of relief and defenselessness. "Aesir?" she said in a small voice. Valkyrie almost couldn't believe her eyes. Why his appearance left her feeling exposed was a mystery to her. Perhaps it was because she hadn't had time to prepare. Perhaps she was just grateful he was alive. Whatever the reason, that feeling didn't last long.

In an instant her relief was burned up in a flood of white hot fury. She was Mount Volkan and she was about to burn him alive. Valkyrie snarled at him, her expression crazed as she sent spittle flying, "Raggeit!" Oh he was going to get it. She was going to ribbon him and strew his parts all over the prairie. Valkyrie launched herself at him. "Bastarður!" The force of her shout was enough to leave her throat raw. Had she not been so focused on maiming him she would have been forced to stop and retch.

Putting all of her weight behind the action, Valkyrie swung out with her left forepaw. Her aim was to strike Aesir across the right side of his face and shred his cheek with her claws. If her aim was true her claws would start at the base of his ear and plow down towards the corner of his mouth leaving four open divots in their wake.

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