out to get me | VALKYR'S RETURN

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Valkyr. She remembered his look and smell; her slender frame moved towards the gathering group, as she found herself curious as to what happened to the sha creature. She remembered teaching him the chores she hated doing, castrating him, and various other situations that befitted a slave belonging to a healer. Unfortunately, with her vampiric slumber, she found herself without her slave when she awoke -- though she'd felt annoyed when he fled, taking plenty of pickled oddities with him, the sand cat neglected to do anything about it. Part of her wanted to let him find his own happiness.

Her ears flicked as she looked at Stryker, gold eyes narrowing slightly. She knew Stryker went after the traitor, but failed to act on that knowledge; she found herself annoyed at she hesitated on that. The male used to belong to her, and she choked back a possessive hiss that wanted to sound from her throat. But she knew she hadn't a leg to stand on -- Stryker dragged the canid back to the Pitt and he outranked her. Risking her carefully taken rank and position of trust with Stryker for a gelded beast made no sense. Still, to know that she failed and that her goddamn failure was going to live among them as property to someone else... well, that burned.

Still, she supposed the punishment fit. Like the frog-bitch hybrid, Stryker crafted an excellent sentence for the traitor. Perhaps she ought to look into that kind of mental magic -- she never saw much use for it, but there seemed use for it in cases like these.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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