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Everyone was riding off into battle before her, even her little sister had more guts than the awkward Massacre child. Could she even be labeled as such? No, she couldn't, because she was more of a De Le Poer, but even then, the families she came from were not the most happy luperci to exist. Most of them had personality disorders and ailments. Her large ears fell back on her head, and her eyes grew wide as she stood there. She felt as if she could not move, anchored in her spot. She was expecting them to come to her, and the wolves did rush through the brush, but as soon as they started to get close, her mind started to work. Run Valk, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, GODDAMNIT RUN! it took her until the hoof beats of the horses were thundering around her to actually get moving. Her swift form had her bolting from side to side, and even in her Optime form she was swift on her long legs and she had a fluid grace that was on her side on this day. She was able to get away from them, and soon she was facing other danger. She didn't realize it right away, but something within her blood was awakening, and it was saying "I want blood. I want it now". Would she ever realize that her blood was so tainted?
She ran right into the scene of a male batting her sister down to the ground. Her eyes grew wide, her ears pulled forward. She let a growl pass her lips, and before she knew it, she was charging at the beast that was much larger than the mostly coyote female. She gripped the wrench and she let a horrible snarl pass her lips. She charged, but did not make it fast enough for the male to notice her coming at him. The male went after her sister down in the ditch, and once he got down on the girl's level, he went to strike the coywolf child. Valkyrie was on her way down to the spot and once she came to the ledge that her sister fell down, the long legged woman had leaped down upon the hulking beast and she landed on his back and she started to hit him in the head with the wrench and she held onto his scruffy neck and back fur and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep her balance on the wolf. She screamed as she repeatedly whacked him in the head with the wrench, and he reacted with trying to claw the woman off of him. Eventually he won with his plight to get her off of him because he fell back onto his back and basically tried to crush the De Le Poer woman.
Wraith.....Run... the woman squeeze the breath out from under the heavy male.
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