Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5583506-20150317030806

(Gotta go to sleep for now. Uni-work tomorrow, today actually, but it's still dark so it feels like tomorrow... :P But yeah, timeskip.)

Valkyrie had gone up to her room and sat down in a chair, gazing out the window. She didn't feel well. She felt like... like a tyrant. She was a horrible human being for forcing him to do this. In truth the lycantrophy was a curse. Everyone knew it. It was just her clan who were to be blind to see it and instead perceived it as a gift. So it had been for centuries and millenia...

Somehow she kind of regretted the idea of marriage to him. She didn't want to become as one with him, if it meant that he was going to become unhappy for the sake of her well-being. It fought against every little ideal she and her clan stood for...