try and catch me
12-09-2013, 07:05 PM
Rage. It coursed through her veins so heavily, so freshly that it was almost a tangible thing. Her nephew was dead and she would be taking a one woman war to Valhalla's doorstep if she had to. Lips were curled back, teeth bared as she stalked steadily towards the hot springs. Muscles were tense and they rippled dangerously even beneath her thick winter coat. She need to blow off steam, release some of this pent up anger and she had some ideas of how to do that. She would probably die soon, get herself killed in the weeks to come but for now she wanted to live, to feel alive. Maybe that's why she paused at the edge of the steam and tipped her head back to let out a long howl soaked with desire. One name clung to that song. Creedance. She needed him, she wanted to take her rage out on someone, wanted someone to make her feel just as bad on the outside as she did inside. Talk like this |
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