Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-5583506-20150227155738

Valkyrie ignored Jack's and his halfwit of a brother's statements. They weren't lycanthropes themselves, so she saw little reason to argue with them about the subject. It would just be another stillborn debate in which Jack would try to persuade her that he was right.

''How could he? He is neither blessed with the Blood of the Wolf, and neither will he... ''

"Be quiet over there", she said with her eyes closed and her legs crossed as she had found a seat on top of a collapsed sarcophagus. "Even your whispers are enough to give me headaches."

She then relaxed and tried to focus. Meditation had been a part of training in order to become a warrior of rank Ghost-Wolf. The most honorary and skillful of combatatants found within the clan. She had trained to become one herself in her teens, but after the events of the infamous "Wolf Trap", she was left as the sole heir, interrupting all further training.

Now she was Matriarch, the last hope the clan had. They all expected her to marry and have children, but she found the idea quite repulsive. For that she both needed and wanted a man worthy of her respect. She had once seen hope for Jack to perhaps be the "one", but that idea seemed prepostrous now.

As a Matriarch she would never be able to take up training again unless she abdicated. Seeing the clan in the state it was in now, made the idea tempting. Her entire life dream had been to become one of the Ghost-Wolves. A single warrior of the rank was worth more than a single army combined.

But here she was... Locked away in some dark pit with a pitiful rogue and his homocidal brother, a sick girl, and a couple of useless masks...

''Won't this be something to worth writing down in the The Ways of the Wolf? ''

''Valkyrie Ghost-Wolf, daughter to Bitvarg the Elder and Hildi Ghost-Wolf. Died in some cold barrow...''