Selfless, Brave, And True

She had accepted her shackles long ago, had chosen them willingly when Nnoitra had been her keeper, but now she could feel the cold shackles when they tightened upon her limbs. She hated it, but accepted it all the same. When challenged with obediance or death it was an easy decision. Audits would swivel forward, a slight shock of surprise trickling into mismatched orbs before it vanished as well, tail pausing in its restless movements.

"Valhalla..." She had never thought of becoming a traitor, such things would be seen as damning in the eyes of her old pack. Worthy of the lowest ring of hell... but did such matter, she wasn't going anywhere else once she died, why not dine with true demons? "I can do much more than merely a quick death, that is not my only use." Eyes glittered with something sinister, but she spoke no more on such a subject. "If you think you can break my shackles... I will follow you willingly."