Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140518233406/@comment-5583506-20140526180832

Valkyrie groaned in her sleep. In her dream she was being chased over an open snowy plain by a whole legion of draugrs. And even though there was nothing that could interfere her escape she felt that her boots became heavy as lead and that she in the end couldn't even bring herself to raise one single foot. The horde quickly catched up to her, but instead of eating her they were waiting... waiting for the man among their midst. A man that even though his appearance was as rotten and maggot-eaten as the rest of them it still bore the traits of a man she recognized far too well. It was Sturkas. A fleshy grin appeared on his face and his ice-blue eyes were glowing with pure hatred as he raised a sword a stroke her down.

"BASTARD!" Valkyrie cried out as she awoke from the nightmare all sweaty and breathless with a steady grip around Frostbite's hilt. She soon noticed the man sitting beside her. She didn't even flinch and gave him a sulky stare. "What are you looking at, creep?"

She kind of regretted the harsh words, but in truth there was nothing more she wanted in this moment now than being alone.