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01-01-2022, 02:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2022, 02:33 AM by Sanngriðr. Edited 1 time in total.)
The metallic scent of blood in the air, carried with that of another. Someone else was out here, someone hunting. Sanngriðr would not interrupt, wouldn't interfere-- getting between someone and their dinner was far too risky. They lacked the backing of a pack, and only had their family. Taking on anyone else would be far too dangerous at this point. No, there's no aggression in her now, and frankly the valkyrie wasn't even hungry. Still, knowing someone else was nearby was almost comforting. The only other creatures she'd made contact with since her arrival were her own flesh and blood, and it was refreshing to know there were strangers this far north too. Thank fuck, they wouldn't be on their own for much longer. Sanngriðr wondered, if fleetingly, how much longer she could handle them. As the man came closer, Sanngriðr lifted her gaze from the sea. She could hear the fleshy sounds of something dragging against the ground-- ah. He hadn't wanted to startle her, maybe. Amber gaze sweeping the creature as she took him in. The colors of his pelt and the way he held himself... curious. He was tall, even, taller than her brother. That was an uncommon sight to say the least. Lady, the word came, and she offered a small nod. Damn right she was a fucken lady, well, at least in the literal sense. He was smiling. It was enough to make her dark tail thump softly in the grass. A smile wasn't always a kindness, but she didn't feel any malice in him. Not right this moment, at least. The valkyrie allowed herself to relax, if just a fraction. She'd been wound so tightly lately, being able to breathe was actually starting to feel good. "Then I will do my hunting tomorrow morning," though her tone was relatively flat, a bit of humor glimmered in her fiery amber eyes. With how much they ate (especially her damn brother, and Róta too for that matter), she had to hunt every day. "Sanngriðr." The introduction was brief, curt but not without the proper graces. The common tongue still tasted strange in her mouth, but the valkyrie was at least competent. "Your people, are you from here?" Competent in language, but still a bit stilted. Sometimes her phrasing came with some difficulty, and today was one of those days. No matter, it was good enough. Her gaze lingered on the man, taking in the painted colors and brilliant pattern. Sure it was strange, but lovely too. Sanngriðr was a bit too interested in the look of this man to politely obscure her study. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |
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