Currently: Katalam - (Hometown in Russia)
Status: 62%
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
Height:: 5'8"
Physically:: Lean with visibly toned muscles.
Goal:: N/a
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.
STRENGTHS
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.
WEAKNESSES
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
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Roman (Another Writer) recovered her memories not too far in the past. She'd lost several years of memories after succumbing to the Void.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Valkyrie has an odd interest in younger males.
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KATALAM
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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New York City: After Hours
Oh? Pale lips shape in the sound that would leave them, a look of mild surprise arousing upon those deadly features. Fingers splay carefully as there is a ring to the dampening beauties that shackled around both wrists. It looks like these did more than what the guise did and that was to attract someone's attention. Letting those molten hues sweep their gaze about the filled room of depraved and engorged individuals, there seems to be one that stood out amongst the rest. One that seemed all to keen on the ornaments that hugged around the serpent's wrists. A jingle for good measure in hopes to draw more of their attention there if anywhere else. It didn't seem the room itself mattered or the patrons of this evening's event. While the dark haired one had won, there was a hefty bet that it was these she was more interested in but would recieve more than she had bargained for.
For now, it seems the show was over and done with. Whispers and one last glances were given in all directions but it never seems that the basilisk is ever that interested or aggitated for that matter towards these participants. As if, it had anticipated something along the line. What, however is anyone's guess.
Ushered through the doors, they were to be guided to where the prize was to meet it's new owner. Not before payment was recieved of course, that was first according to house rules. With the collection made a key is given thereafter, a slight bow of the head and quietly they depart. The key is simple, square and black, to be deposited within a slot of sorts and there it would stay for later usage. This was all the woman needed to do and how she went about bringing home, if you will, her prize was entirely up to her. The house was not responsible for any incident regarding a feral or venomous slave. Though it was guaranteed that the shackles it wore, placed some restriction on the creature. Of what measure is not quite known, nor is it stressed.
The serpent had been complacent with everything it had been put through. From being showcased amongst the public, something the lurking one under that false skin never did. Preferring the shadows more than anything and making all believe it didn't exist until it was too late. But here they were, under a strip of light that shown from above, a sort of force to keep it within until collected. Nothing shimmered more than the shackles that bound it, its song a perfection when the owner eventually crosses the threshold, a slight turn to the creature in unison to the dainty clinks of the chains that hung about.
Upon turning, the serpent holds out it's hands, palms turn outward as if presenting something it holds. In this case, the shackles. Were they that interesting, was it what she wanted? If so, why? Curiosity begins to gnaw at the back of the beast. Simply because it lacked the amusement it had held for so long and now gone. Forced to come out from the very depths of hell to find an entirely different source or perhaps purpose. What would bring with it was still a matter they had not thought of, it had been done on a whim, much like everything else that got in the way. This here was no different.
It refuses to speak or give the impression that it knows to even speak words. Any would expect such a beast to merely make sounds expected of a serpent. It was more than capable of course but supicions could be traced to the shackles themselves. Could they be doing more than dampening small things such as speech? One can not truly know until removed.
"Not for free"
New York City: After Hours - Minutes before the anticipated auction
Human behavior, such an unsavory thing. Crimson hues drop their attention upon the front desk as something is handed over. While he does not take it, the one beside him does. Quiet and dutiful, hands take the instrument that would allow access it would seem, into the room he will be staying. Currency is present upon him stepping away, for a third body stepped up to the counter and placed there some gold. It was the only currency they apparently knew, there was nothing more or less than this. Melted down to fist-sized bars, bearing the mark of the evil that brought it. But who here would know anything of its kind? A smart soul perhaps? Like majesty's they embark the lift that would bring them to their floor, all three waiting.
"Who said evil will never rise to the heavens?" Words roll off a twisted, venomous tongue, and the accompanying two snicker under their murderous breaths. This was an attempt to humor of their own kind, not so welcomed by others. What care they for anyone when this was a personal trip? The two look to their three, the one standing at their center, respect and what looks like some semblance of adoration. Like shadows, they melt into the remaining -one- and with a grin disembarks the lift onto the designated floor. In his hand the card pertaining to the door he now finds himself standing in front of. Since the moment of his arrival, there was no masking his presence. Volatile and smothering. There was no ill intent behind it, just an existence that was not hiding their presence.
Upon entering it was honest to say this was new for him. Not really the places he would be quick to inhabit, far too comfortable in the pits he would with much pride, call home. This here was luxury, frowned upon on as if disgusted to even touch a thing, just as well, he keeps his hands to himself. In fact, they are tucked behind his back as he approaches the balcony if one. Filling his lungs he exhales, eyes have gone dark, whites no more, nothing but their burning embers that stay aglow.
His shadow takes two forms again, standing right behind him. They spoke in soft horrible murmurs, causing him to turn over the shoulders ever so. "Ten minutes. Very well," he said as he looked forward again. It would appear that the auction was not far from starting. All he needed was the bait. He turns and faces his companions, his...minions who now in their hands held golden shackles. To which he presents them his wrists and a smirk as well. The shackles were not for show. They dampened his existence, his nature, appearing than a simple demon with some hidden power. For that was what the shackles represented, ornate and looking very intricate in a spell. Confinement, for this beast, is nothing short of dangerous. Vile, for a better word. He did not wear them before altering his appearance. Hair bleeds white to silver, his brow then adorned by a crown of horns, bleached and menacing. Skin is nothing but ethereal in appearance, hiding the true nature of what he is underneath. Crimson hues burn out to soft gold, wicked lips remain so, wicked but plumper than what they were.
Scores of scales riddle about the upper torso and then flourish in abundance as they make up what looks like a serpent's tail. No doubt he will be mistaken for a BASILISK, more so, a female. That was the figure that later presents itself, shackled at the wrists. Alabaster and quite exotic to say the least, how many a time did one happen upon the auction floor? Plenty no doubt, but how long has it been since then?
Places were taken and many have gathered. A list of all slaves is presented to the attendees and crucial information was shared with each and every one. The first of many is brought upon the private room where all have the ability to see the showcase from every angle. Funny, human technology. It would do its work without as much as a bead a sweat on anyone's brow.
Creatures from every corner to the simplest of mortal things are showcased and the late arrival was left for last. The unknown volunteer, setting up a trap, needed to be bought and for that, he needed to ensnare the buyer with his charm.
Once brought in, long alabaster scales following behind, coil into a heavy large mound. What appears like pale dainty arms weighed down by the adorning golden shackles, make the most flattering sounds, and as does the hiss that follows suit. Fangs poke out, threatening to pierce the delicate-looking lower lip. A smirk upon those reddish lips as golden hues are a glow. There's a twist to the upper torso, moving and seeming to dance in place or as much as the lower half would allow. Hard scales scrape the floor underneath upon movement. Just who would take in the beast? And what is this gain behind their game?
All Caught up
The first couple of days had been filled with impatience on Nik’s part. The door had been left cracked with how often he peeked in to clean bandages and check for signs of life. That was between going about his business of cleaning up the mess she left behind or pacing back and forth trying to piece together that evening. There were a thousand ways to piece the puzzle together and none of them brought any ease to his mind.
The growl caught the Vessel’s attention in the otherwise quiet house, and he would pause what he was doing immediately to stare toward the hall. A frown graced his lips as he waited… then came the Crack that made him flinch at the suddenness. He saw splinters of wood go skirting across the hallway floor from the angle he stood, and quickly backed away from the sink to catch a glimpse down the hall. At the second yell, Nikolas took another step back and watched the entryway carefully. Two months… It turns out that had been plenty of time to learn when to approach the Berserker and when not. For instance, after a hole was blown through the wall? It probably wasn't the time to go charging in.
The silence was just as nerve-racking.
“Val..?”
A voice called out from the kitchen area once the door handle turning was heard. Nik sat down a towel he had used to dry his hands and walked out from the kitchen to appear in the hallway. A bewildered but concerned gaze met hers, finding it hard not to stare in disbelief yet. Light blues flickered to the crimson underneath the bandages once and back. It was probably easier to change those when she was unconscious than it was now. What the hell happened..? Who knew. It had been two years since she left him here. Two years, and yet he wondered how long it might have felt for her with the way she was found. Where to even start?
“Are you alright!? -I mean… What do you need- what can I get you?”
Really gotta change this damn font...
The Merchant’s City was in fact quiet that afternoon. Nikolas went relatively unnoticed as he passed through it, looking over shops and stalls that were familiar whether he regretted his life decisions or not. Katalam as a whole was less startling than it had once been. He dressed for the outings by now; he knew where he was going. He had a place among the merchants and passerby’s that frequented the road. The sands and sun were something he learned to get used to, and he’d quit checking his pockets for his phone long enough ago. He’d quit searching for the Berserker all the same, but the thought never strayed too far for where she might have been.
A jacket was pulled a bit closer as a breeze came through that was quiet enough to not shift the sand and dust. It was still cold without it; one winter in the desert hadn’t compared to the bitter cold of Queens, but it didn’t feel cozy by the time the sun went down at night. He knew the way back up to the house and treated the walk like he had never stumbled up it so frantically in the first place. The road looked different that afternoon. He had the patches of grass memorized by now, spare the dark spot that he could see looming on the hill closer to the structure itself.
“Valkyrie!?”
The scream was Nik’s before he had taken off in a sprint up the rest of the hill. Had she heard it? How long had she been there? He didn’t ponder for long before his jeans landed in the dirt beside the blood-soaked woman, picking up stains of their own. For a few seconds or so he was frozen. One assessment after another left a grimace on his face.
“H-Hey! It’s gonna be alright I promise-”
After some careful maneuvering, she was lifted off the ground. After fighting with the door handle and his shaky hands he turned to shove a shoulder into it, pushing it open in a hurry with his foot. The blood was still warm, or at least semi-fresh by the trail that was being left on the floor as he rushed through toward the bedroom to set her down. The color had drained from his face and he looked around the room aimlessly for a moment.
She was going to kill him if she woke up, wasn’t she?
Wait- who fucking cares!? Nik, think!
Kitchen drawers and closets were flung open and whatever rags he could find were gathered up. Before he went back into the room, he brought his hands together and spoke under his breath until he felt something form in the palm of his hands… the shadows formed into a small falcon-esque bird. Just as quick as it was created, it was shoved back out the window and sent toward the Merchant’s Road for help.
Katalam | The City in the Sands | 8:06pm
Two days came and went slowly. The running of water and clanking of dishes in the kitchen made a racket in the kitchen off in the distance from Val’s room. The doctor’s orders were to stay put, check bandages. Let the tired woman sleep, because who-the-hell knew what she had been through. The bleeding had stopped long enough to make the bandages last, so the Vessel had snuck away for a quick trip down to the main road for the sake of not starving. If or when she chose to come to, she might appreciate it herself. Something was simmering on the stove, and the warm smell permeated around the house. He had slept better during his time in Katalam compared to his insomnia in New York, but the dark circles that returned under his eyes spoke differently as of late.
All Caught Up!
**Take as long as you really need to finish what you need. I'm not watching the hands on the clock, waiting for something I know takes time. As for thoughts on where this thread can unfold, anywhere really. There are no bounds to Janos. I can pretty much place him anywhere. It's usually a place with no name, just a place out of existence. Something left to the imagination. I myself am still adding to my own profile. As well as trying to get my replies out. So once again, you don't have to keep my updated. I'm sure I will get that starter when I do.**
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