OOC: Sorry for the wait, Valkyrie tends to be my slowest character since she has like nothing interesting to do all the time. +5
Valkyrie had been sad as of late. She had found her father, dead in his own piss and blood. She'd not told anyone of the death besides Ezekiel. She'd been crying for days and days, even though she had not really known much about her father, nor was he that great of a father, she had always striven to impress him, and she did love him, because she was his daughter. She still was getting over it, and her natural happy aura had been smothered with sorrow. She was sad, and she had a right to be, because she had seen her dead father, in his own shit and piss, lifeless. Even if she didn't know him, it didn't keep her from loving him, and caring about his death. She shouldn't have cared, because then she wouldn't have had to try so hard to please him, but she did, and she always would. Now it seemed like she had nothing to life for now that she had seen her father dead in a pit, drowned and choked on his own vomit and piss. It was disgusting, and she had felt so sorry for him that she had taken him out of the conditions and buried him close to his old den. After that, she had abandoned her own den and taken her father's den, and even though she missed the view of the water she got at her den, she felt more comfortable being able to watch over his grave.
When she finally did get out, she had been wandering around like she did not have a soul, or a purpose, and with only a few days that passed since his death, she did not have much of a purpose in mind anymore. She sighed sadly as she walked to the Grotto. Her nose caught the scent of something cooking, and her curiosity claimed her, her finally giving in to her old ways, if only a little bit. She moved along and soon found a familiar face that she had not noticed was back in Inferni. Her giant ears pressed forward. Zana?When ya' git back in 'Ferni? she asked the woman, moving up to her and noticing that she held a kitten in her hand, and there was one already being cooked. That was probably why there was such a strange smell in the air. Valkyrie frowned, rather than smiled like she normally would have. Ya' aren't gonna eat 'ose arr ya'? she asked, looking at the bag that was moving, desperately trying to escape. It looked like Valkyrie was gonna have to save those kittens from an early death. Don' do 'hat, Zana, Dhey arr only little kittens. she told the woman, concern littered in her voice. Maybe Valkyrie could fish for Zana instead of her eating the kittens who were still alive...
I'll take dem off yerr hands if ya' don' know what ta do with 'em. Just....Dun eat dem. Dehy have tehir whole lifes infronts of dem. she justified the lives of the kittens, and she would take them and care for them as long as she did not eat them. She wouldn't mind having three more heads to feed, as long as they were nice to her and not aggressive. Eventually they more than likely would not be, as soon as they realized that their fate was not the same as the one that Zana had already put on a stake and was about to eat.
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