Deliver Us From Evil

N/A · 04-05-2013, 07:31 PM

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Well, that had gone easier than expected. A response to her call had cut through the air with an efficiency she could appreciate. At the very least at least one of Valhalla's occupants knew how to get work done. The duo that came before her were similar in more ways than one, leading the she-wolf to believe that they could be related, possibly even siblings judging by how close they looked in age. The female recited some generic courtesies, among them being her name, rank, and an inquiry about her pretty little decorations. Feral had to suppress the urge to smirk. While most females would find the notion of carrying to so many scars unfortunate, she relished in them. They were constant reminders that she's survived, thrived, and made it to where she was without being broken. Granted, the majority of her scars had been given to her by her own mother, but with each wound Feral had come closer to the conclusion that she could only rely upon herself in this world; she was an independent sort of gal now, and proud of it.

Orange orbs flickered from one yearling to the other, never leaving their stoic forms as she dipped her head in a respectful greeting. No need to tarnish her first impression because of bad manners. ""I appreciate your quick response, Chrysanthe," she began, the new name foreign on her tongue. "I'm assuming you're referring to my scars? No need to worry your pretty little head, I'm quite well. They healed up days ago, just giving me a bit of phantom pain is all." Now then, time to get down to business. "As the beta of Valhalla, I do believe you have the ability to give me what I seek. Acceptance." She knew she was being painfully blunt, but she had never been one to butter things up to more than they were meant to be. Oh, she could sing a pretty little tune when the need arose, but why beat around the bush when she could cut straight to the chase? It unsettled her, standing on the wrong side of the border, her fate in the paws of two strangers. The sooner she was brought into the fold, the sooner she'd be able to relax.

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