Trails and Trials [AW Hunt]
02-07-2022, 01:57 PM
Sanngriðr was wound tightly, ready to spring. Tight, tense. There's so much energy, so much potential energy, coiled in her bones. Coiled in her muscles. Though not the largest, the woman was stacked muscle. Strong. Deceptively strong. Sanngriðr is bottled ferocity, wild and unchained. Not quite unhinged-- no, it wasn't time for that yet. Not yet. Her heart throbbed in her chest, steady, unworried. The ways of the hunt were ways older than time, and they'd be blessed today. The gods of the hunt... Sanngriðr would be one of them. She'd be among them. The hunt. Yes. She catches the bark without any difficulty. Keen in every sense of the word, and ready. Sanngriðr watches as the doe buckles, having her tendon damaged. Without ceremony or warning, the valkyrie sprang forward. No, she couldn't wait any longer. She needed to be in action. Forward from the shadows, faster than a shot. Her teeth glint and flash, bared as she explodes forth. Forward. Always forward, snapping wildly. Sanngriðr was collected, powerful, deadly grace. These are the moments in which she feels beautiful. Beautiful, wonderful, brilliant. Her heart throbbed in her chest. Access to the doe's throat was easy. The valkyrie's teeth sink in easily, though the creature is still trying to run. She was frightened. Sanngriðr knows it's the natural order of things. For all her grace and all her skill, the woman caught a hoof to one of her forelegs. It makes solid contact, scrapes downward. The valkyrie can smell her own blood in the air, mixing with the scent of fear from the doe. She feels brilliant, burning brightly. She holds to the doe as they fight their way to the ground, steadfast and solid. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |
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