Desperation
09-12-2013, 01:11 PM
Azalea Adravend. The Valhallan heir. The wolf opposite of her was powerfully ranked, an almost intimidating factor. Did she have business with Valhalla? Yes, she supposed that she did, even though she didn't want to admit it, let alone ask for help. Yet, she also knew she wouldn't make it much longer on her own. Pride, it would be her down-fall. A hissing sigh escaped her, as she looked at the wolf across from her glumly. "Juno." She briefly introduced herself, not particularly wanting to linger long in conversation. "I suppose I am here to seek entry into Valhalla's ranks." The words would be spoken lowly, and lightly. She wasn't really sure about this decision, that would be evident. Speech, |