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As the waves crested on the horizon and rushed toward shore, slowing only enough that they didn't pound thick trenches into the ground, Valkyrie became acutely aware of another presence behind her. It was said a woman could detect eyes on them far more easily than men, and it seemed this was true. She turned her head quickly enough to watch the shifted coyote — their founder, though she did not yet know it — approach, and took in as much as she could in as short a time as possible.
The most obvious features were the scares marring her face, and the eye. While one glowed bright and yellow in the setting sun, while the other was simply not there. A patch of scar tissue, dark like the socket, instead stitched over the other's prior place in the woman's face. Over both eyes, missing and present alike, were thin slices — scars — that made Valkyrie almost wince to see them. They weren't all, however. Two cuts worked jaggedly over her muzzle, and a long scar traced the feminine line of Kaena's face on the left side. Others, less noticeable, were also present nearer the missing eye. Her ears gave away the fact that she was coyote, being long and slim, though one was missing a sizable chunk from it, despite her slightly wolfish appearance.
And on her shoulder — again the left — fur was shredded away from four near-identical lines. This woman commanded respect with all her markings of battle, and Val could not help but give it as she lowered her head just a little. The wolf blood in her gave her wolfish instinct, and the coyote in her could not stand the show of wolf submission. Something about it disliked that part of her. On the left side of her breast was a mark she had seen before, one that was all-too familiar with the clan: the Chaos Star, a circlet studded with eight outward arrows. She would never get one of those, but it was noteable, and attractive, in its own right. A sign of power.
This intriguing creature was related to the clan leader and, by extension, to Val herself. That much was evident in that single tattooed mark upon her chest.
Hello, she said pleasantly, despite the slight fear of this tall and striking beast her grey body and the red, like the blood of her past, etched up the bridge of her snout. Are you enjoying the water too?
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you don't wanna stick, trust me, it's cool
As the waves crested on the horizon and rushed toward shore, slowing only enough that they didn't pound thick trenches into the ground, Valkyrie became acutely aware of another presence behind her. It was said a woman could detect eyes on them far more easily than men, and it seemed this was true. She turned her head quickly enough to watch the shifted coyote — their founder, though she did not yet know it — approach, and took in as much as she could in as short a time as possible.
The most obvious features were the scares marring her face, and the eye. While one glowed bright and yellow in the setting sun, while the other was simply not there. A patch of scar tissue, dark like the socket, instead stitched over the other's prior place in the woman's face. Over both eyes, missing and present alike, were thin slices — scars — that made Valkyrie almost wince to see them. They weren't all, however. Two cuts worked jaggedly over her muzzle, and a long scar traced the feminine line of Kaena's face on the left side. Others, less noticeable, were also present nearer the missing eye. Her ears gave away the fact that she was coyote, being long and slim, though one was missing a sizable chunk from it, despite her slightly wolfish appearance.
And on her shoulder — again the left — fur was shredded away from four near-identical lines. This woman commanded respect with all her markings of battle, and Val could not help but give it as she lowered her head just a little. The wolf blood in her gave her wolfish instinct, and the coyote in her could not stand the show of wolf submission. Something about it disliked that part of her. On the left side of her breast was a mark she had seen before, one that was all-too familiar with the clan: the Chaos Star, a circlet studded with eight outward arrows. She would never get one of those, but it was noteable, and attractive, in its own right. A sign of power.
This intriguing creature was related to the clan leader and, by extension, to Val herself. That much was evident in that single tattooed mark upon her chest.
Hello, she said pleasantly, despite the slight fear of this tall and striking beast her grey body and the red, like the blood of her past, etched up the bridge of her snout. Are you enjoying the water too?
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