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Her bird had gripped on her shoulder still, and the bird watched the scarred rust colored man. The bird could only wonder where the father of sweet Valkyrie could have gotten these scars. Valkyrie did mention to the bird long ago that her father was interesting to say the least, but she hadn't told them that he had been so mangled. She had no reason to tell the wolves about that though, it's not like she wanted to go into detail about who her father was. They didn't often have conversations about her family anyways. It wasn't because Valkyrie didn't love them, because she did love family, it was just that nobody else really had the right to know all about her and her family. It didn't mean she would avoid questions about them either. She just didn't bring them up unless it was absolutely necessary. She could never be ashamed of her blood because hell, look at all of them! She had a huge extended family, and she guessed that she was stuck with them either way, so why not just love them anyways? She figured there would be a few troublemakers along the way, but she hadn't been subjected to the insanity that was distantly related to her. It always seemed like on the family tree, she was in her own little world. The only child of Hybrid Holocaust, and Ryan de le poer. That's what she was.
Her father had told her it was a little late, and her smile started to fade just a little bit before her father would spit venom words at her. But- was the only word she was able to get out before her father would agree to telling her the story of Inferni. So, we can start at tha' beginning of Inferni, when ya' joined up, 'er if ya' know stuff bef-forre dat ya'joined we can starts there. the woman spoke to her father, her trying to clear up her speech slightly so that she could possibly not annoy her father for once. It didn't work all that well, for it had been engraved in her tongue for awhile now and she almost forgot what her real, Canadian drawl was like and not what her wolven friends had taught her. She was ready to listen though, her long limbs had stretched out in front of her so she could be comfortable, listening to her father and the story of her home. She needed to know these things, ya'know? It's not like anyone else seemed like they wanted to pursue the Consul rank that was just what she needed. She wanted to be Inferni's storyteller, their historian. It sounded like it was the best job for her in her mind. She needed to start somewhere, so why not at Inferni's Hydra, Hybrid Holocaust. Her beloved father.
She could only wonder at what time her father would want to think back to, to tell her. The more details, the better, 'kay daddy? she told him, wanting to make sure that he knew that she wanted as much information as possible. That would make this all worthwhile.
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