power to rival the sun

independent & selective werewolf oc

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@burzxm

Valin had stolen from him before. The jacket that still covered her back and warmed the woman’s arms was proof of that. Not that she had intentionally picked his locker to raid when she crept into the hospital. Slipping past the doctors and nurses almost completely unnoticed in the midst of the chaos that could be considered normal for this place.

She hated it here. The sterile smell of the rooms made her want to gag, and the crowds of people and crying family members in the hallways made her uncomfortable. But she was hungry- or near starved by the look of her- and all of her best efforts to steal a bite from the usual places this week had failed.

The only problem was, now she couldn’t even find a stash of snacks, or anything else even remotely edible, to eat here either, and in a fit of wordless frustration she slammed the locker door shut.

[captain-flint]

You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

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happy birthday val. 

[wordsnquotes]

She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

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                the pub was BUSTLING     &         bursting with life. it was busier than normal, and mitchell’s fingers were trembling as his blood lust SCRATCHED at the base of his throat, begging to be let out, to soothe the ache of what he constantly deprived himself. fingers curled ‘round the mug of his beer as he stared into it, hoping to focus on the dull of the alcohol rather than the monster that sought to be released from within its cage in his chest. he was too INVESTED in trying to control such blood lust to immediately notice his jacket had been stolen, but he was no fool. and as the people’s voices and the scent of their BLOOD flooded him once more, he turned to grab his jacket, only to notice that it was GONE.

                                                                   ‘   wot —————————-   ?  ’

         he saw it disappear just beyond the door at the very last second, and he didn’t hesitate, pursuing the thief. ‘ oi —————— that’s mine     !      jesus christ…   ’ this was possibly the WORST possible time to aggravate him, and he used his enhanced speed to get in front of her, lips pursed and brow furrowed. ‘ y’know you could ‘f jus’ ASKED - I would haf’ given it t’you.   ’

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It felt like her feet had only just touched the pavement when she heard the call of ‘that’s mine!’ behind her, and at a speed that should not have been humanly possible, the man not only caught up to her but got far enough ahead to block her path, bringing her escape to a sudden stop.

Alright, no point in trying to outrun him then.

Dark blue eyes narrowed under the curtain of copper colored hair that hung in her face, while one had came up to her chest to hold the jacket closed around her. He wouldn’t be able to take it from her so easily, not without running the risk of tearing it first.

Her shoulders hunched defensively, and the fingers on Val’s free hand twitched like she was thinking of going for a weapon. A low growl rumbled from deep in her chest,  a wordless warning, in case he got any idea about trying to hurt her.

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@burzxm

Valin had been lurking in the pub almost all evening, keeping to the dimly lit areas and out of the bartender’s sight so she wouldn’t get thrown out again, eyes scanning the tables rather than the people. She wasn’t after money, or company, she was after a meal. Something she wouldn’t have to pay for that could be grabbed quickly as she passed by.

What ended up catching her eye instead was a jacket, hanging off the back of a chair. It looked nice- even from where she was sitting- warm too, more so than the ripped remains of the one that still clung to her back. it took little thought for her to decide that it was the better choice, and when she rose from her own seat she made sure to take it with her on her way out, pulling her arms through the sleeves as she slipped out the door.

Once outside Val hopped the steps, not bothering to look back or stop once her bare feet hit the hard concrete of the sidewalk. She only ran, as fast as her long legs could carry her, knowing well enough by now that she was going to have to put a lot of distance between herself and whoever she had just stolen from if she wanted to keep her prize.

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hides behind a rock and makes some very convincing warg noises.

[phanduil-deactivated20150801]

[alldaddyarchive]

                           Why the woman was surrounded by these bandits, he could only imagine. The ruthless bandit caravans that traveled throughout the chill of the mountain roads did little discriminating when it came to targets. However, a lone woman was a target he could see to be a rather enticing one. With each passing instant, he could see just how much of a mistake they made by making her one. This woman was not a typical nord, and though the women of the province were a force to be reckoned with on their own, it took a special type of person to take down a group with such power and precision.                            With cautious steps, he walked towards the earlier discarded weapon, picking it up and inspecting it for a moment. His gaze shifted towards the blood-stained warrior, though his head remained in place, ❝ A fine specimen - custom craft? ❞ he inquired, brows lifted before his head turned to her then. He could see the feral glaze that coated her gaze and thus caution was used.  

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Valin’s search had barely begun before it was interrupted by footsteps. her body tenses again at the very sound, muscles coiling once more in her defense, ready to lash out again if she needed to. A low growl comes from her, a warning for him not to come any closer. Unless he wanted to share the same fate as those that she had just slaughtered where they stood only a moment ago.

Her weapon ends up in his hands, picked up off the ground where she had failed to notice it before. A look that could kill all on it’s own sent in his direction from under a curtain of blood soaked hair while he inspects it. 

He might not look like a bandit, he might be more cautious than a bandit,  but that does not mean she is going to let her guard down so easily.

The only thing he receives in return for his question is a small noise of agreement. Months it’s been since Valin  last spoke, or had a reason to use her voice. It gets easy to forget that the woman has one at all.

[fy-perspectives]

Sometimes it feels better not to talk. At all. About anything. To anyone.

Breaking Bad (via fy-perspectives)

[promisestoned]

(ง •̀-•́)ง

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(ง •̀-•́)ง

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gives her a biscuit

turns the biscuit gift over in her hands a few times to look at it before cramming the whole thing into her mouth.

[lietulietas]

[alldaddyarchive]

                         The wilderness of Skyrim was vast and RIDDLED with mountain peaks and tall trees, not ideal for those who knew hot how to maneuver it. The snow that fell more often than not had those born in a warmer province have more than difficulty adjusting to the hostile climate. Not Odin; not this man of the ice and snow. With ease, her wandered aimlessly throughout the landscape, having his presence there, but only just so that his legend was that of a whisper.                          In his aimless wandering, he would encounter many a character, no stranger to bandits and thieves. Yet, rarely did he find himself confronted by a mugging in action. With the bandits swarming a young woman, Odin remained hidden, curiosity peaking. There was ferocity within the cornered warrior, teeth bared and muscles tensed, prepared to attack. Though the though of aid had crossed his mind, it was his decision to sit and wait that won out. A power emanated from this woman - he wanted to see what she could do.

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Their first mistake had been thinking that they could best her at all, their second was thinking that they could gain an advantage over her. She knows when the pointed edge of the blade to her right is swung, and side stepping the attack brings her into a perfect position to retaliate. Swinging the curved knife in her hand upward, tearing deep into exposed flesh into the man’s arm, causing him to release his weapon with a howl of pain that was quickly cut off when her next jab digs her blade into his jugular. 

The spray of blood that showers her when she rips it out goes unnoticed, the body of the man that just tried to kill her falls into the middle of the ring, taking up her former position when she pushes it away. Valin uses the shock of what just happened as the distraction she needs to move on to the next person. Carving her way through her enemies without fear of what may happen if she gets too close, she makes every move when she sees an opening for it, and avoids their defense when she can’t.

As unbelievable as it may seem, the nord has the weaker members of the group cut down in record time. Her little knife bests them and all their weapons, with only one corpse left to add to the collection.

Their leader, the man she had been previously been growling at, faces her with his greatsword now held tightly in both hands. She rushes towards him as recklessly as she had to the others, barely managing to duck and dodge her way past his sword as it cuts through the empty air.

She uses her momentum to slide through the too wide space between his legs. Pushing herself back up to her feet instantly, she uses those few precious seconds of advantage she has over him to swing her leg forward and kick him right where it would hurt as hard as she could. This effectively brings him to his knees so she can grab a handful of hair and yank his head back, letting him see the way she smirks at him once before the knife jams into his left eye. Twisting it a bit before jerking the blade from the socket, she leaves his body there to finish bleeding out.

If she was hurt, or tired, she showed no signs of either one. She only glared at the now dead group before turning away to look for her missing weapon.

[skyshattering]

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GIRL,                                                                                WARRIOR, with an accent of blood                                                 with fire in her veins who speaks in foreign tongues                                  and armor beneath her skin whose vowels are the sound                                      who crushes the earth of metal clashing                                                           beneath her feet heroine,                                                                           princess, a grin made for war                                                       with lips made of glass and eyes flecked with ash                                           and a voice cut from steel striding, powerful,                                                          features born from into the arms of death.                                                  thunder and battle.

[meanwhilepoetry]

She is less of a girl, more of a tornado. Her outside may be made of skin, but in her bones rests an active volcano.

Less of a Girl More of a Beautiful Disaster | Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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Baring her teeth at the bandits that surrounded her, the wild nord growled at each of them like a threatened animal. Slender body hunched, blood drenched knife in hand and ready to attack, cold blue eyes burned into the man closest to her from under filthy strands of copper colored hair that hung in her face. Daring him, or any of the others, to come near her.

The group that was inhabiting these caves was tough, she could give them that. But they weren’t tough enough to scare her. Even now, outnumbered as she was with a stone wall at her back and a handful of people left that were ready to end her with the cold bite of their steel, Valin saw these stragglers only as a challenge.

All she had to do was hold them off a little longer. Wait for the right time to take one out without turning her back on the rest of them. Then it would all be over.