death is the mother of beauty. and what is beauty? terror.
If it’s mischief he seeks, he will find it returned in spades, but it is a clashing of the minds that will be saved for another day. For now there is only the laughter that startles its way out of her like a flock of birds at the abrupt cessation of his words, the lightning-quick flash of shock he is too young to know how to conceal. Lifting a hand demurely to cover her grinning lips, not wanting to appear overly prideful - though she is - the Valkyrie waits for him to throw his own axe before she responds. He performs splendidly, nothing to sneeze at, and her face is warm with approval when she turns to him.
“All kinds, I presume. Gods, false gods, men and women. Spirits, LongNight monsters, beasts of the wilds.” From Helovia and Caido both. Walking down the range to retrieve her axe with a swift yank, she returns to the throwing line. “I am no stranger to war.” The sentence lands heavier than the previous one somehow. Echoing cavernously with something old and scarred. Yet it seems not to linger as she turns and arches an inquisitive brown at Tal. “And you?” She throws the axe again - it lands and sticks deep, but a little further to the right on the target this time. Ru clicks her tongue in disappointment, ever the perfectionist.
“All kinds, I presume. Gods, false gods, men and women. Spirits, LongNight monsters, beasts of the wilds.” From Helovia and Caido both. Walking down the range to retrieve her axe with a swift yank, she returns to the throwing line. “I am no stranger to war.” The sentence lands heavier than the previous one somehow. Echoing cavernously with something old and scarred. Yet it seems not to linger as she turns and arches an inquisitive brown at Tal. “And you?” She throws the axe again - it lands and sticks deep, but a little further to the right on the target this time. Ru clicks her tongue in disappointment, ever the perfectionist.
