those kinds of things

D?gmar waited with baited breath though to anyone else she appeared calm and composed. Her fate was waiting on Katja's answer and frankly she didn't know what she was supposed to do if she was denied. Go back to wandering again? She supposed that would work but she was a pack wolf. Always had been. She could only wander so long before she would once again seek the company of others and this pack was a golden opportunity for her. It might mean the death of her but she was a warrior. She did not fear death she did not even fear dismemberment. The weak and the disabled could still fight. D?gmar's breath would've caught sharply in her throat if she hadn't already been holding it. Eyes momentarily shifted to Gaia, the blind whelp of Virgil's. Well? fuck?.


Conflicted emotions tangled themselves in her bosom but she quickly pushed them away. She had other matters to deal with now and soon her attention was fully back on Katja. "Yes, I'm D?gmar Thyre and my skills like in battle. If you're seeking trained warriors then look no further. I live for battle and conflict does not frighten me, nor death, nor agony. I will prove myself in whatever manner you deem fitting. You have only to ask."