hearing voices through the walls
seasonal prompt/open if you want it
12-28-2021, 09:04 PM
Though her muscles ached, there was really no fuss to the valkyrie. She had seen worse. She had been in far worse shape after a fight. Really, it had been far too long since she'd gotten to play as she had with the lynx. Play. Though you wouldn't be able to tell around the predator still clutched in her jaws, the girl was grinning. It was rakish, relaxed, and really... she was full of herself. Before anyone else had even woken, she'd neutralized another threat. Take that, fuckers. Yes, far too proud of herself in moments like these, but that was quite alright. Sanngriðr figured there was no harm in a little gloating. She wasn't surprised to see Iðunn awake. The other early riser in their strange little family, though for far different reasons. Sanngriðr was often woken by unsettled thoughts or things that were far... worse. Her cousin? Well, it seemed she elected to wake with the sun. Really, she couldn't relate, but that was fine. It was easier to keep an eye on the god fearing woman that way anyway. Despite being chided, Sanngriðr's tail wagged lazily. "I've gotten this far already, don't see a reason to change." Her eyebrows rose as she set the corpse down. Confidence or arrogance? Probably a bit of both, but that was all well and good. "It found me in the woods," she spoke softly, taking a moment to examine the lynx's corpse in better light. "I brought it back, thought you would want to see." Sanngriðr's words were quiet, and she peered carefully at the crystals. It was with Iðunn in mind that she'd even bothered dragging the thing back in the first place. Were the strange growths something to be concerned about? She'd leave it to the priestess among them to sort that one out. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |