Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140602182754/@comment-5583506-20140612162600

Valkyrie rushed through the woods. Her mind set on finding something to sink her teeth in. Her sensitive nose caught a familiar scent, and a strange one at that. The scent of Beast Blood. She recognised the scent, yet she couldn't really remember from where. Another downside of living two lives in one body.

Eventually her gaze found a Breton with a sword in the woods. He was reeking of the Beast Blood. Not the blood of the wolf though, but the bear. As usual her instincts wanted to attack him and rip him into bloody little pieces, yet whatever humanity remained in her prevented this from happening as she knew somehow that this man was not the prey she was looking for.

Not prey, she thought. ''Smells bad. Reeks of Beast. Reeks of Bear. Bear is not prey. Scent is foul. Taste is bad. Bear is not digestable. Bear is not prey. Want prey though...''