Long Road Home

The feel of his skin rending under her claws was so very satisfying. Satisfying too was his girlish squalling. Aesir was trying to tell her something but Valkyrie wasn't listening. Her need for vengeance had yet to be sated and if she was going to calm and become reasonable anytime soon first her wrath needed to be vented. Aesir had left when her band was in its infancy and she had been crushed. Now it seemed only fair that he hurt like she had and while she couldn't give him the emotional pain she'd felt at being abandoned by her so called friends, she could give him a physical approximation.

Aesir wilted before her so naturally she pounced, aiming to loom over him like a thunderhead. In all honesty he was in luck. Fate was on his side because for the first time in a long time she had left her skull mask off for the day. That never happened; she always carried it with her for strength but today for some reason she had opted to leave it. When she was done with him Aesir needed to run off and thank whoever was looking out for him because had she been wearing it, her fury would have known no bounds and she would have torn into him backed by the spirit of the bear.

Finally she roared back in barely intelligible English, "I don't want your sorry!" Valkyrie had worked hard to soften her accent so that the wolves here could better understand her, but in her fury she couldn't be bothered to consider how to properly form her consonants. She didn't particularly care if he understood her, either. "And," she growled as she stabbed at his chest with a paw. "There is nothing but satisfaction in this for me. You are a spineless, traitorous coward." She swung a hind paw in the general direction of his testicles to drive home the point "Ergi!" Kick. "Nīþ!" Kick. "You have no honor and you will wear your shame on your face for all to see!" Valkyrie swung for the left side of his face then, meaning to flay the skin as she had the right side.

She slipped away from him, backing up slowly with her furious gaze still fixed on his face. Valkyrie hadn't decided if she was done with him but for the moment at least she was satisfied. Her chest heaved with exertion and her breath left her in audible, angry huffs. What he did next would determine her next move. For now she could think of nothing else to say. She had said her piece and told him exactly what she thought of him. The ball was in his court. Hopefully he had the wisdom to tread carefully.