09-03-2018, 10:10 PM
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"Brynhild Klausen. Witch. Valkyrie."
Klausen. Son of Klaus.
It was perhaps the origin of this stranger's name that managed to unnerve her the most, once boiling blood now a cold chill in her veins. The embers that previously danced so brazenly across a bluish gray pelt dissipated, leaving nothing but a vaguely smoking Feyre to stare at Bryn with wide eyes. She did not question how or why she knew what this Valkyrie's name meant, just that it resonated with her in the worst of ways, invisible walls closing in on her tiny form as she further pondered 'son of Klaus' and how it applied to her. She desperately wished to shake away the feelings of danger and anxiety that her brain continued to produce, ears pinning against her skull as she shook her head a few times. It's alright, Feyre Darling. You're not in any danger... That voice, warm and soothing, was just the thing she needed to snap out of it, lavender eyes blinking as she reigned herself in.
[color=#3f5351]"Well, I practice on this land," Feyre began, voice raised over the howl of the wind, the onslaught of rain seemingly growing worst now, [color=#3f5351]"And I don't like sharing." The earth seemed to rumble at her paws as she said that, rocks splintering and cracking in a manner she had never seen before. A new facet of her power, perhaps? She'd have to do some experimenting. Not here though, not before this already detestable individual, this "warrior" who had misplaced her family. [color=#3f5351]"Ugh." It was the last thing Fey managed before she turned on a heel and dismissed herself, muttering hexes under her breath as she went. Brynhild wasn't good, she could tell already... Why were they letting her in? Why were they being so cordial to her?
It was okay though. Feyre knew what she was going to do- the Ancestors would be contacted and they'd confirm her suspicions, effectively bringing how bad this Bryn girl was to light. Stupid storm. Stupid Valkyrie. Stupid Klausen.
Klausen. Son of Klaus.
It was perhaps the origin of this stranger's name that managed to unnerve her the most, once boiling blood now a cold chill in her veins. The embers that previously danced so brazenly across a bluish gray pelt dissipated, leaving nothing but a vaguely smoking Feyre to stare at Bryn with wide eyes. She did not question how or why she knew what this Valkyrie's name meant, just that it resonated with her in the worst of ways, invisible walls closing in on her tiny form as she further pondered 'son of Klaus' and how it applied to her. She desperately wished to shake away the feelings of danger and anxiety that her brain continued to produce, ears pinning against her skull as she shook her head a few times. It's alright, Feyre Darling. You're not in any danger... That voice, warm and soothing, was just the thing she needed to snap out of it, lavender eyes blinking as she reigned herself in.
[color=#3f5351]"Well, I practice on this land," Feyre began, voice raised over the howl of the wind, the onslaught of rain seemingly growing worst now, [color=#3f5351]"And I don't like sharing." The earth seemed to rumble at her paws as she said that, rocks splintering and cracking in a manner she had never seen before. A new facet of her power, perhaps? She'd have to do some experimenting. Not here though, not before this already detestable individual, this "warrior" who had misplaced her family. [color=#3f5351]"Ugh." It was the last thing Fey managed before she turned on a heel and dismissed herself, muttering hexes under her breath as she went. Brynhild wasn't good, she could tell already... Why were they letting her in? Why were they being so cordial to her?
It was okay though. Feyre knew what she was going to do- the Ancestors would be contacted and they'd confirm her suspicions, effectively bringing how bad this Bryn girl was to light. Stupid storm. Stupid Valkyrie. Stupid Klausen.
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