#valkiriya

[savagepowersofgrayskull]

Scott Dalrymple Original artwork

[bitterwind-blog1]

@valkiriya

          ‘’   DO YOU NOT understand? i wish to be LEFT ALONE for the time being. i am tired of these aimless distractions you call talk. leave me be and i shall talk all you wish             later !   ‘’

[warunchanged]

                   tap, tap, tap ---- boot colliding with hardened ground as one tries to swallow discomfort. delicate and through fingers prod and induce flaring pain. teeth grit and labored inhaling -- a carefully stitched demeanor before it rips its metaphorical stitches with a hiss of pain and a jolt away from the cause of distress.  ❛  angela, i thank you for your diligence, but i’m fine,  ❜ the wound upon his left shoulder streams an angry red as if to mock his suggestion,  ❛  you don’t have to keep fixing it. ❜ although it hasn’t ceased its profuse bleeding, has it ? // @valkiriya 

[lacxrate-blog]

      – —  It was dark...He felt cold, his ears ringing as conciseness faded in and out, all he heard was the light clicking of heels before he passed out. Time passes and soon his eye would slowly begin to open, a small groan leaving him.

@valkiriya

[deathwalksamongarchive]

IN  THE  VEIL  OF  THE  NIGHT      he  can  see  it ,  the  faint  glows  of  technology  leaking  beneath  her  door.  he  is  hesitant ,  at  first ,  before  concerned  instincts  consume  &  a  palm  pushes  against  metal.  there  !  :  she  settles  among  a  gloomy  room ,  blonde  locks  &  petite  features  gifting  light  even  to  the  darkest  of  spaces.  an  ANGEL.            ❛    it’s  late ,  angela.  do  you  have  a  reason  to  be  up  ?   ❜   

@valkiriya​  /   ❤️

[tamashl-blog]

@valkiriya.

      “ my skin feels like it is endlessly crawling ... -- NO, this is not even my own skin. it feels ... WRONG. ”

[aleviathana-blog]

❛    it mustn’t have been easy,  seeing  so  many  fall.    ❜

@valkiriya   +  sc  !

[sesshcmaru]

❤    starter    for  @valkiriya

            THE  POWERFUL  daiyokai  gritted  his  grizzly  fangs,  brows  furrowed  from  the  pain  of  grasping  his  opponent’s  blade.  fingers  were  covered  with  the  scent  of  his  own  BLOOD;  scarlet  dripping  from  palm  to  claw.   he  would  not  look  at  the  woman near  him,  though  emitted  a  low,  gutteral  noise  from  deep  within  his  throat.  half  a  growl,  half  a  promise  to  end  her  where  she  stood.      ❛  i’ve  already  told  you,  i  don’t  need  your  help.  ❜