Currently: Katalam - (Hometown in Russia)
Feeling: "There has to be more."
Eye Color:: Amber Yellow/Electric purple when Berserking
Personality:: Somewhat Condescending. Gracefully insane.
Occupation:: Retired Weaponsmith/ Current Mistress. (Serious Mad Scientist Vibes)
Species:: Void | Berserker
Physically:: Lean with visibly toned muscles.
Valkyrie is a former hunter of the supernatural. She took up this career for several years before ultimately becoming one in which she hunted. Falling for one of those blood-sucking menaces, life had changed. Though it changed even further once her lover abandoned her. While in his eyes, this was to protect Valkyrie. In her eyes, it was a betrayal. This spiraled her distrust for vampires but awoke her terrifying Berserking genes. Through uncontrollable rage, Valkyrie became his end.
Atlas. Her second muse. Years later, Valkyrie had gone through massive changes and met many new creatures. Atlas originally was her servant, her slave that she loved to put through cruel feats of torture and drunken rage fits. Her cruelty came to a lull one night. All her ways of working him to the bone and petty torture had been out of a twisted attraction she'd had for him. Acting on that attraction, she pursued her servant in a more romantic matter. This led to a spiral that our Mistress never expected. Atlas was The King of a realm known as the Void, and through fluid contact with him, her body began to slowly disintegrate from the inside out. Ultimately this led to Valkyrie's very painful death.
Years later, she was resurrected. Through the use of a particular Cambion, she's recovered the memories that were lost in her previous life. She's still left to wonder who revived her? How did they do it? And who was that man leaning over her when she awoke. Where has he gone? The only memories she has of that day are cloudy. Black hair and amber eyes are her only clues. Later in life, she bore a child, though the child's life was short-lived. She, of course, had nothing to do with little Titania, and instead pursued her newfound power that Atlas left her with. She's now grown to master most void abilities and has discovered that the entrance to the Void's realm has laid within her weapon this whole time. She's now self-proclaimed King of the Void. While this doesn't settle well with others in the Void Realm. There's currently no one to challenge her for that title. Hence, the False King rules to this date.
Valkyrie has since grown comfortable with Atlas's disappearance. With the help of an ally by the name of Draco, research has been conducted on both Valkyrie and her weapon. she's come to believe through this science that Atlas dwells in her weapon of choice; one he as well knew she cherished. Even though she once cared for Atlas, she will do everything in her power to keep him contained; for releasing the King could forfeit her Void inheritance. What's even more worrisome, however, is that the Void's power continues to infect others with virtually no cure.
After the Great War ended. (Causing the death of her mortal enemy as well as her servant Ceres), Valkyrie has returned to her hometown in Russia. There's an odd aura about this place that she sometimes cannot stand. Amir and his people built this place with their magick. Is it now free for the taking? With no ruler for the traveler's town, Valkyrie has debated seeking out the Talisman of Absolute Law. This Amulet has been hidden for quite some time. Ceres, however, leaked snips of information regarding its whereabouts shortly before her passing. It is said to have to power to bring lesser beings to their knees. Perhaps she'd have her kingdom yet.
Still, there remains the issue of Vasharti. The son she never wanted.The child or intrusion and torture. The child of experimental rape at the hands of Amir. Valkyrie never wishes to see him, but does he feel the same? Only time will tell.
Valkyrie has a very condescending personality, this trait is amplified when she is dealing with her servants. She keeps to herself when dealing with most strangers but isn't shy. Valkyrie has a dark mentality towards her servants, sometimes taking out built-up rage on them. . Val has become gracefully insane. This disability is not enough to stop her in everyday pursuits but often drives her ambitions in a different direction. After being oppressed by Amir, a switch flipped in Val's mind sending her on an endless quest for power. The goal? To never be put in that position again. Additionally, she has a crazy addiction to her servant Atlas. Though upon her mysterious resurrection, he is nowhere to be found. Atlas has been with her for quite some time. Her attraction to him became her downfall as both a Mistress and a Human.
Aside from the few things that trigger her, Valkyrie is mostly normal. Long ago, before acquiring her void abilities or her first servant for that matter. Our Mistress had a lover. Valkyrie grew twistedly attached to him, almost as much as she is to Atlas. She was a hunter back then, to Vampires in specific. After months of a perfect love, Val's lover broke things off in fear for her safety. In a flurry of emotional pain, the Berserker was born. Enraged and unable to control herself, Valkyrie brutally murdered her lover. (Or so she thought) Every so often she can be seen caving into that addiction when someone with similar characteristics as her dead lover is present.
Valkyrie isn't one to wear a smile on her face and is more than often, strictly business. Part of her wishes for a new start while the other side can't stop thinking about her past and all it contained.
Valkyrie is a dark beauty. Our Mistress possesses long black hair which is usually drawn back to keep it out of the way. Standing at 5'9", she's much taller than the typical female. Everything about our Mistress is fearsome; her body is well toned visibly showing curves of muscle under that smooth skin of hers. Often her eyes are a golden yellow, though when enraged, they'll pulsate and eventually stay a vibrant purple. The purple is a mix of a Berserking Status and the Void which her late servant infected her with. When not in battle our Mistress still tries to keep it classy but doesn't waste as much time in the mirror as most women her age.
Our Mistress has a scar on her stomach, from a battle with a horrid enemy of hers. Amir was the only man she could never beat, the only one that was able to control her. She hated it with every fiber of her being, however, retaliation only led to injury, not once but several times. Never did she cave in, always did it appear she was Amir's punching bag. His abilities far countered hers in every way. Their last battle left her near death, when Amir used her own weapon against her creating a deep slash wound from her right hip clear upwards to the lower left part of her rib cage.
Valkyrie is different from most supernaturals for the fact that she does not have the ability to cast any type of magic. She also has many vital points that most humans have. Valkyrie is a berserker meaning the more angry or injured she becomes, the stronger she will get. She is a scythe wielder and since her return from the void has the ability to materialize her weapon at will. Our Mistress is an amazing ally but an even more dangerous enemy. She has come to the conclusion that the former void King Atlas embodies her scythe and wields his power as her own.
Overwhelming physical strength: Valkyrie has amazing physical strength, enough to shatter boulders or even cause small fissures This was the only supernatural ability that she was born with. Her strength matches if not exceeds most supernaturals with this ability and continues to get stronger the more rage she builds up.
Undying Stamina: Due to the fact that Valkyrie has a rather slow speed level when it comes to the supernatural, over time her body has developed the ability to take many more hits than most. (Consider her a tank, for you all gamers out there.) The damage inflicted on her will not heal immediately. However, she can take many fatal blows before admitting defeat.
Void Defense: Atlas, Valkyrie's former servant, gave her the 'privilege' to be infected with the void (Atlas's abilities/origins.) She's unsure whether this was intentional or not. Either way, it appears as though the void only brings help in battle. The void's mist protects Valkyrie in battle without her casting or commanding it. It's only an extra wall of defense for her already high defenses. It appears, however, the void protects her weapon far more than her body.
Berserking: This is Val's most dangerous ability and one that she has also never been able to control. Upon a near-death experience or a vast emotional imbalance, she will enter a berserking status. Dark purple veins will climb across her body, visible to the naked eye. Pupils become enraged with a purple haze. In this state, Valkyrie's Physical strength and stamina increase even more and her body maintains the ability to regenerate itself. Valkyrie also gains powerful telekinetic abilities. This ability is time-limited and can only be maintained as long as her body can handle it.
Magic: Valkyrie is a close-ranged melee fighter and doesn't click well with magic. She doesn't understand much nor does she have the ability to cast it, making her vulnerable to it.
Speed: Valkyrie's speed compared to most other supernatural beings is considered to be very slow. She is still much faster than the typical human, but can easily be outsped by most high-grade vampires, demons, lycans, etc.
Insanity: Valkyrie can often be triggered very easily if you know the things that make her tick. This can throw her off in battle, or send her into a raging frenzy. Choose wisely.
Berserking: Valkyrie's strongest ability is also a double-edged sword. She can only maintain this form for as long as her body can maintain it. While she is enraged, her body is constantly taking damage from the unnatural amount of fury and power flowing through her veins. Once she leaves this state, she will most likely be unconscious, and/or near death.
RESISSTANCES & EXTRAS
Draining Kiss: Valkyrie has the ability to drain life-energy from any creature she kisses. It's theorized that Atlas, her servant had this ability or something similar, and upon that deadly kiss years ago between both Atlas and her that led to her death; she obtained a similar variation. She's now mastered most of what this ability has to offer and can imbue a person's ability(s)/essence into a weapon for a limited time.
Void's Kiss: A poorly named ability that basically means Valkyrie can infect other people with her Void Sickness. She has not only transferred the Void before with a simple kiss, but also a deadly slash from her scythe. It's worth noting, each person has their own resistances and susceptibilities to the Void.
Void's Protection: (Resistance): Before the void, it appeared Valkyrie was extremely susceptible to mind-control. However, since the void has consumed her body, it now acts as a layer of protection against mind-controlling effects. She can still have her thoughts read.
(If my character engages in a relationship, it will be solely to that person. Not to say she isn't a cheater, But I won't do AU relationships.)
Valkyrie has been through the whole love thing and isn't sure she wants to go back. She's been there and done that. It ended up costing her much more than she expected. If she were to get with someone they'd have to be more powerful than her in order to keep her berserking rage under wraps. However, her interests vastly range. She's got a thing for weaker scrawny men and women simply for the fact that she can control them. It's a simple satisfaction that she gets far too often between her servants and few allies. If Valkyrie was ever engaged in a relationship, It'd most likely not be for love and more so for benefit.
Valkyrie is a Mistress and often takes on Servants as she sees fit. Many times, her servants have suffered from her drunken rage and torturous ways. She's picky about her servants and must see potential in them in order to take them under her wing. She's a pretty lenient Mistress and doesn't usually take on as many servants as in her past. Now with her ascension to King of the Void, She's begun seeking guardians rather than slaves to travel by her side. Guardians in the void world strive to protect and preserve their King.
ATLAS | SERVANT | SLEEPING GIANT (Alive)
"..Do you love me, Atlas?" The fatal attraction... Atlas was a simple servant of Valkyrie's and it stayed that way for several years. Due to her own fascination with Atlas, he became her downfall. While her death came swift, her resurrection was not far off. The servant that she had once wished for more from was now sleeping in her weapon and feeding her newfound power. She's discarded the idea of romance with Altas in order to keep him contained and she with his power.
AMIR | ENEMY | FALLEN KING (Deceased)
"You're no King." Amir was the main villain in Valkyrie's lifetime. A weight is lifted off her shoulders since his death. When she met the King in his lesser form, there may have been a bit of attraction. (on her side anyway) This only fed into the insanity of his betrayal. Once a charming and alluring man, Amir became power-hungry and sinister. Valkyrie had learned she was always been in his cross-hairs since she was young. Perhaps this was the reason he picked her up off the streets of Russia and gave her a place to call home. She'd later become his unwilling gene donor to the next King of the Cosmos. Amir is the main reason for her insanity, power-struggle mentality, and heavy distrust.
CERES | SERVANT | THE DAMNED (Deceased)
"You want power..With just one kiss, you'll have your wish." Once a bride of Lucifer, Ceres fell and she fell far. The Fae was stripped of her wings and struggled to roam the Earth without her beloved. Her hell-bent love for Lucifer drove her to Valkyrie. Of course, Val gave her what she wanted and didn't disclose many details. The Void eventually became Ceres' downfall; Thus killing a treasured servant and healer.
VASHARTI | BIOLOGICAL CHILD | UNWANTED (Alive)
"I'll kill you myself if you ever cross my path." Vasharti's name only brings Valkyrie anger. She was held against her will and forced into conceiving Vash with his father Amir. The perfect Starcaller - Amir said. Now in his death, it is assumed Vasharti has taken the throne in the Stars. Valkyrie only wishes for him to stay there and leave her be. So far, her wishes have been granted.
ALEXANDER | LOST LOVE | BEGINNING OF THE FALL (Alive)
"Look at what you've done to me.." If only Valkyrie's story had stopped here. If only there was a happily ever after. Valkyrie loved Alexander dearly. A love that she didn't think much on until it was gone. She'll never forget that night the two snuck around to meet. He from his coven and she from an unnamed hunter's group. While Valkyrie was ready to toss herself into this new world with Alexander, he sought her safety instead. Valkyrie could not handle his reasoning. Like a switch had been flipped, Valkyrie's Berserking Status awoke for the first time. The huntress could not control herself and ultimately slaughtered her lover. Or so she thought..
OMEGA | SERVANT | THE KID (Alive)
"You missed a spot." Nik is someone Valkyrie oddly holds dear. She'll never admit it to him of course. Perhaps it was his scrawny physique or his cluelessness that reminded her of Atlas. Whatever it is, Valkyrie has a hard time stopping her mind from wandering. She gets an odd satisfaction from watching him scramble at her commands but also treats him more as an acquaintance than a slave. Nik has yet to receive abuse from Valkyrie. In addition, Nik was the reason for Valkyrie's capture by Amir. She keeps this a secret from the kid, not admitting she traded herself for his own safety.
JETT | ENEMY/TOLERANCE | THE ROOK (Alive)
"You'd best stay out of my way, son of Lucifer." Valkyrie never liked Jett, even before finding out he was Amir's Alpha Servant. While Amir's intelligence was quite frank all-knowing, he could not see the trickery Jett had pulled right underneath his nose. Amir became Jett's shield and his weapon. Eventually, this Alpha Servant became the head of the snake, urging Amir to slip deeper into insanity. Of course, this meant he and Valkyrie were never on the same side.
SEREN | ENEMY | THE KING'S BITCH (Alive)
"Does he Fuck you like he loves you, Seren? You're just another pass time." Seren is Second in Command to the throne. She's trained directly under Amir. The two are natural enemies for this reason. However, during Valkyrie's time in captivity, it wasn't hard to feel the jealousy looming off the Female Starcaller. Ultimately, Seren's witchery aiding in Valkyrie conceiving the unwanted child of Amir. Valkyrie equally hates Seren as much as Seren hates her.
Valkyrie has always been a passionate drinker, but with past events in her life, this has become a daily occurrence. She also drinks to ebb away her building rage from the Berserker sleeping within
Roman (Another Writer) recovered her memories not too far in the past. She'd lost several years of memories after succumbing to the Void.
Valkyrie is triggered into insanity by thoughts of Atlas or people that look like him. Over the last several years, this sickness has begun to ebb itself away. She's now much more composed. Though the thought still lingers.
Valkyrie still crafts weapons for buyers on the side even though it is no longer her profession. These customers are usually repeat buyers or people she still has use for.
Her blood has an intoxicating effect on Vampires. It often reflects the effects of hypnotic drugs. This is the Void's curse coursing through her veins. With enough consumption, one can also become infected.
Valkyrie has an odd interest in younger males.
The City in the Sands
Katalam, the city in the sands. This small traveler's town is located in the mountains north of Siberia. These mountains are typically cold and devoid of most human existence. Thus, Katalam sits nestled in the most desolate location. It boasts desert heat temperatures and scenery to match. Most describe this as a reverse oasis effect. Katalam has since become a safe haven to all species. There is no treaty, no law in the City in the Sands; only mutual need. Katalam is scattered with merchants and kiosks lining the cities major road in and out of its walls. Many travel simply to sell their goods; few choose to settle down. Valkyrie is one of those few. Originally built and named by the Starcaller species, Katalam has since gone void of any Starcaller race. It is believed to be their abandoned Earthly city.
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The objection stopped Nikolas’ words in their tracks like they were trained to halt. The tone had the Vessel biting his tongue. Nik looked on speculatively when the Berserker turned her attention to the door instead. The door she’d failed to reach several nights before when he found her bloodied in the yard. The blood in the sand and gravel had worn away by now. It had been long enough that he didn’t blame her for the moments of silence. How strange must it have been? He didn’t know what happened to her during the time away, but he knew how strange it could be to come home to a place after so long. Inevitably, he followed. Nik let her take the lead, ambling after down the path after grabbing a bag and a jacket and shutting the door. He was following like a distant shadow, quiet until the event she might collapse and he’d have to say I told you so.
“I didn’t touch it,” Nikolas confirmed promptly with a slow shake of his head. “It gave me a bad feeling from the start. Bad enough that the demon repelled it. I felt like I was going to be sick, and they’re not usually the skittish kind… I guess that explains why,” He deduced. Her collapse over the egg was still fresh in his mind as well. Berserker. Weaponsmith… Mad scientist? What kind of project was that anyway?
As the Merchant’s Road came closer into their view, Nikolas cast Val a look from the corner of his eye when spoken to. She earned his full attention at what sounded well enough like a forewarning. One part of him heeded it and had plenty of questions. The other side of his brain was one that was tired of worrying. The cigarettes could kill him. The desert could. The demon latching onto his soul was certainly trying to; he didn’t know what stopped that one.
Lofty hues swept around to the shops closest that he had come to know by now. “You know I used to hate this place, especially after you left. It was just a street full of dusty shops in the middle of fuck-all nowhere… and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I hated the sand; the weather’s pretty fucked.” Nikolas’ carrying on paused once they reached a table of interest, and he raised a brow. What the vessel saw at first were seven colorful and bulky rocks, not their hidden potential inside. He waited until the transaction was done and the stand was left before continuing.
“But you know, my demon’s trouble doesn’t follow me here. It's almost like Katalam doesn’t exist at all. For the last couple of years, I’ve been able to sleep. I kept busy and made a little money. I’ve learned magic faster than I ever did in the city. It’s quiet, peaceful. People tell stories from everywhere. I never thought I’d want to be in a place like this.” He strayed only to pick up an item or two from the food merchants among the wares, carrying a bundled-up package of fruit and a sack of rice in the bag over his shoulder. He noticed Val’s stride wasn’t as driven as when they left the house. The longer their trip down the road, the closer Nik’s hovering became.
Valkyrie stopped suddenly enough that she’d hear Nik’s own shoes come to a halt afterward. Wait. His face fell and expectant eyes grew wide little by little. Was she kicking him out, or did she want him to leave? It would have sounded different for sure. Wouldn’t it?
“-Why? I mean- You didn’t take me in for nothing, you said it yourself that night...” Nik stammered. What did he know about the pact, anyway? Maybe not enough to go speaking loosely about it, but he still let that comment hang in the air, loose ends and all. What point was he trying to make? Nikolas’ feet were rooted in place while Valkyrie turned around without another word.
It took several minutes after she shut the door for it to open again. Frankly, he didn't know where else to turn. Nikolas looked around for her expectantly once inside with the lost puppy look not fully wiped off his face. The items he picked up were set on the counter. “Do… you think they regretted being with you?” Nikolas prompted. “The servant, I mean.”
Well, you best start packen' your bags then
Owing : Tempu
"You're going to be the slave,"
This was on the assumption she wouldn’t be burnt to ashes first, but such a being was no ordinary woman. At this rate, she just about had him flustered, even if draconic expressions were more difficult to read. Now he, or they were in a difficult spot, and horribly exposed from prying eyes to see.
Without so much as a word, one of his front claws suddenly swooped over to snatch her figure up. Shortly after taking hold of and confining her inside the digits of a talon, both massive wings unfolded themselves and extended outward, beating against hefty winds. In seconds, his immense weight was lifted off the asphalt, only to begin propelling himself forward diagonally as sirens were heard approaching from behind.
Knowing he had to minimize any visibility from pedestrians below, the massive reptile flapped his way towards overhead clouds to hide himself. As they finally flew through them, Valkyrie would start to feel a build-up of moisture inside his claw, and on her body due to the water vapor, in addition to being bombarded by cold air since she wasn’t in the most convincing place.
How rude of him to not let her ride on his back instead.
. . .
A good few miles were placed between them and the nearest settlement, having retreated into the wilderness to avoid being a sight for sore eyes. A clearing surrounded by a crescent-shaped rock formation was found before closing in on it, simply gliding down for his upcoming landing.
All but one claw opened up to set foot on the grassy and mostly flat terrain. His wings ceased all movement until his front-right talon would open to let Valkyrie roll out if she didn't step out instead. All three heads were already observing her simultaneously, only two of which had a narrowed expression.
The one on the right, however, was too busy admiring her figure, despite the likelihood of her being a wreck from their flight. Its maw was curved into a slightly visible grin, which earned it a scoff from the left head. This was a likely hint at the trio having independent thoughts from one another, even if they were all compressed into one body in his human facade.
"You had my curiosity,"
"But now you got my attention with that stunt,"
"And I don't know what to do with you."
While contemplating their next course of action, one talon lightly pushed on her waist, possibly knocking her down. Only then did his digits start lifting and playing with her limbs, purely due to the right head taking control of said claw.
"You're going to help me lure any would-be hunters into a trap."
Three more days passed with Nikolas’ hovering. He hadn’t made efforts to leave the house, not when there was activity there for the first in quite some time. He fell back into a regular routine of the past that seemed foreign after Valkyrie’s disappearance. He spoke when spoken to, besides the questions that would slip out and inevitably go without answering. The Vessel learned soon enough there wasn’t any point in prying, at least not for the time being. There was ample space given by the time the third day rolled around. Nik was an object in the room that kept meals prepped in the kitchen and lurked on occasion to see how she might be faring.
While Val made her way downstairs, Nik’s presence was made on the couch. He was reclined back with what must have been his feet on the coffee table by how fast they moved off of it at the Berserker’s sound. A black notebook was set on the table ledge once he sat up. He looked at Valkyrie expectantly for a few silent moments. His lips pursed at the question. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go... after that night, y’know, I couldn’t get out of Russia the way I came in.” His eyes cast to the door where she was looking and back to Val. “-And after you disappeared I waited; I figured you’d be back, I knew I’d made a deal. I guess at that point I’d stayed here long enough, there wasn’t any use going back anyway. There wasn’t anything left to go back home to. Not to mention the demon’s quieter out here, I’ve got some sleep for once. I figured Katalam out and made the best of it. Now you’re back, and… no offense but it looks like you could use some help.”
To Nik’s own eye twitch, he watched the bandages begin to unravel from the woman’s arm. She might feel his judgmental stare down while she did it but he wouldn’t say a word.
Nik’s head shook slowly. “No, I didn’t. I just took a peek inside, I swear. I didn’t touch anything… sure explains the scythe though,” He murmured. “That egg though… What's inside of it? Is it really a living thing?” He watched as she stood up. She did look a bit better than the days beforehand.
Enough to get up and leave, though?
“You’re sure, already?” He didn’t need to remind her that she had just got back, did he? Nik’s gaze shifted to the window for hints of the weather. She had a point with the stillness of the day. He stood up from his seat slowly. “Can I come with you at least?” Nik offered without too many seconds of thought.
Nikolas watched incredulously as her hand was placed right back on the side of the shell. It looked like an egg, but what kind of bird was as big as that? Unless it was something else entirely by the sinister sense he was getting out of it. The glow of the energy coming off the berserker's hands was another thing. What the hell was she doing to it?
Whatever it was, it seemed important. When his shouting and shaking did no good he ceased it and watched anxiously; there wasn’t much he could do, was there?
When her eyes closed and her body fell backward the Vessel was there to catch her. He grimaced at the blood that had wept from the newly opened wound and glanced back up at the egg for what might happen. In the next few seconds, he drew in a breath and looked back down at her. “You’ve been here for like twelve minutes and this is what you do… what the hell’s gotten into you?” He murmured aloud. Valkyrie was hoisted off the ground carefully once more, making sure the robe’s belt held tight. He managed to get her through the doorway without banging into anything on his way out, glancing back at the egg one more time before he kept walking.
Nurse Everett to the rescue, he thought. His mother would have loved the sound of that. Not under the shitstorm of circumstances he had fallen into since then; what would he even tell her? Val was set back down gently in the same guest bed and he drew in a deep breath. Why have one more bloody room in the place? The bandages that had started to seep were double-bound just a little tighter for the time being. Hell knew when she would wake up this time, or what it all meant.
When he was done, he went to wash his hands and peek his nose back into the weapons room. He studied the egg in the corner before he closed the door.
All attention is drawn downward towards his hands. Inspecting them by the looks of it. The word glamour barely reached him at the ears as he had other matters to see to. Disrespect? Not exactly. The creature, as it was, found that the little game he’d played had somewhat compromised his guise. Not the serpent one, no, but the one he was wearing now and has been wearing for so long. Perhaps, he thought to himself, it was due time he took another? Residence, as he calls it sometimes. His gaze turns upward and then around, eventually, his attention falls upon Valkyrie. But out of the corner of his eye, he spies the shackles. Closing his eyes momentarily, he does a little something, and that something places the shackles back in his hands, rather than around his wrists.
The shackles had been tampered with prior to even placing himself on auction as he had. His game had been child’s play and yet, he hadn’t been seen? Amusing, he thought as he looked at the shackles. They practically melt in his hands, the gems were not spared.
Her thoughts on him remain her thoughts alone, not that he’d care of her opinion or the obvious disappointment plastering itself upon her womanly features.
He takes a breath before lifting his gaze once more. Oh, how he wished to stretch himself, but this was hardly a place that could accommodate him. Her words finally reach him, apparently, she preferred the snake over what stood before her. He placed a hand over his chest, planting his palm flat there. An apology, that’s what it almost looked like, were it not for the small burst of laughter that happened. “Were it only days that I devoured the creature, I could have regurgitated it and surrendered it,” he said.
Can he open a portal? His gaze looks for the nearest mirror and to it, he moves to. Be it small or large, it doesn’t matter, because the moment he touches it, it turns into what she was asking if he could do. The mirror had turned black before he laid hands upon it, failing to capture his likeness. Unable? Who knows.
He didn’t have to be here and if he wanted, he could leave.
If he did, then what? He’d return from where he came and do nothing. He was biding his time for the moment and this is where it had brought him. “Would the lady like to see more tricks?” Oh, he had one for her, perhaps this would put her in better spirits? The portal shuts and the mirror is once again what is a mirror. Given that the object is no bigger than his head, he puts on the strangest smile, he holds the mirror in front of his face. It is still not reflecting, at least not until he’s turned it to face her.
Large red fingers emerge from within the glass, holding then the edge of the frame. Others on the other hand follow suit, attempting to stretch the mirror and come through. Opening the mirror enough to allow what’s on the other side to gaze in. The frail-looking creature holding the mirror is nothing but a heap of clothing on the floor. Yet the mirror remains in mid-air...