Seraphina (secretvalkyrie) wrote in the_forsaken, @ 2011-05-12 07:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | drakosos |
Who: Seraphina and Drakosos
Where: The woods / mountains outside his home
When: Backdated
What: A battle and then finding him
Rating: TBA
A scream of outrage left her, shattering anything glass and even some ear drums nearby; lightning struck down and into her it went, those dark brown eyes turning into dark abysses with swirling silver spots that exploded now and then. She moved fluidly between one weapon and the next, dropping the things that she was fighting as if they were of no consequence; her dark hair flaring behind her as she battled and twisted and turned, being cut but never feeling it. The daughter of Odin and Freya moved as if possessed with a battle fury, the bow left on her back as she used her knives and swords to move through each movement. Quick movements and her enemies were left dead on the ground and she was bleeding from a dozen different places that were slowly closing up.
"Scum." She muttered and sheathed her weapons after wiping them off from the blood that coated them and those slender legs took her further up the mountain as she traveled. A dream from Freya had told her to journey into the mountains to find a dragon, that he might be able to shed some light on what had happened to the other Valkyrie since she hadn't found another for a long time; in fact, she wasn't sure there were any others but she highly doubted that Freya and Odin had stopped making them.
Seraphina moved quickly and quietly up the mountain, her attention focused on getting to the top. She would see just how much knowledge this creature had and she would ask for his help in finding her 'sisters'; though all Valkyrie were in some way related, they were all half sisters to one another; at least the first generation were. Slipping quietly into the cave, she moved as if she had a purpose and she did. She moved through the caves easily enough, those dark, swirling eyes staring out at the world while she hooked a long strand of hair behind a slightly pointed ear and smirked.
Slender, sinewy build that was stronger than it looked; long dark hair that hung straight down her back, a few braids mixed in with metal beads clinking a bit against one another and that slender body was encased in armor; the top criss crossed over her stomach, leaving it bare but covering the essentials; the pants were leather, supple from years of wear and able to move with her just as quietly and her boots were simple but enabled her to walk softly. She slid a knife out of it's sheath and continued to walk. Her long sword was strapped to her back, the tip of it brushing against her knees slightly and her nails were (currently) short. Though they often elongated when she was in the middle of battle and weaponless, for the moment the Valkyrie was perfectly normal except for those swirling eyes that showed that she was in battle recently.
Like all of her kind, she detested vampires but for her it was personal. The last of her human mother's dying race had been slaughtered by vampires, destroyed and used for their blood; her mother was the last warrior standing on the field who screamed out while dying and the vampires who had been attacking her were obliterated by lightning; in Valhalla, nine months later, Seraphina was born. That had been two thousand years ago; the hatred she had for the things still burned inside of her.
Finally, however, she spoke up. "Hello?"