Trails and Trials [AW Hunt]
02-15-2022, 03:26 AM
The doe eventually stopped moving. The valkyrie stepped back, panting. Though the doe had been unwell, she didn't go easily. A good death. At some point in the course of the hunt, Sanngriðr had bitten her tongue. Her own blood mingled with that of the doe in her mouth, and she turned her head as she stepped away from the fresh kill. Indelicately, the valkyrie spat before allowing a grin to crack her features. Nothing like a good hunt to make her feel alive, right? Beautiful. "Hylla Ullr," the words are whispered to the doe. More of a cynic than her siblings, yet there were traditions even the valkyrie wouldn't break. Ah yes, the man. He'd said something, and it takes another beat for Sanngriðr to register. "Nej, I've had worse," and it's true. The valkyrie's eyes are still alight, dancing with the thrill of the fight itself. Fear no brawl, fear no scars, it was true. A little blood shed for a good meal was a price she'd happily pay. His paws, though, are a strange point of interest. They remind her, in a way, of the spare toes that the little dogs back home had developed. Spares for gripping things, making for extra purchase on the ice and upon the glassy surfaces of the volcanoes. It was strange to see a mutation like that this far south, but she'd let it be. "We eat?" Sanngriðr lacked a sense of decorum, after all. The manners of the common people and the manners of warriors were two different sorts. She'd never really needed to be concerned with manners before, especially when her siblings would reliably take over that bit. Still, Sanngriðr is far from the safety that their numbers bring. There was no telling what dangers lurked here... could she trust the stranger that had just hunted by her side? Only time would tell. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |