Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5583506-20150315014147

Valkyrie looked at Perdix sternly, urging him to say nothing more. The tension was already enough to cause a minor battle if as much as one more insult was uttered.

"Spoken like a true dog of..." He glared at Valkyrie and sneered. "... dogs."

Valkyrie drew her breath so hard her chest was heaving.

Then suddenly she emerged. From within the shadows of the keep, they brought her forward. The warriors of Clan Ghost-Wolf started to talk, whisper and mumble among themselves as they watched the supposed late Lilja Ghost-Wolf come forth on unsteady legs, escorted by Cave-Bear warriors.

She wasn't anything like Valkyrie remembered her, at least not in appearance. Lilja had long blonde hair, so blonde that it was almost aching to white. Her complexion was pale and her shimmering blue eyes were struck with sorrow. Her clothing was mere rags, soiled by water, leftovers and possibly her own urine.

She looked around her nervously as if she had no idea of what was going on. It was as if she had stepped out from her nightmares and realised that she had woken up. The sun blinded her and caused her to stumble as she limped slowly towards the waiting squadron down the stairs. She had perhaps retained her beauty, but her actions spoke lengths of what she had to endure during her fourteen years of imprisonment. Valkyrie just wanted to run over to her and embrace her, tell her that everything would be alright, but she needed to remain as stoic as ever. She couldn't show any signs of weakness, not now, and especially not in front of Armstark.