[center][h2][color=orange]Hildr Reinhardt[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

[color=orange]"Seriously, 'you bitch'? Expand that diction of yours, cause its getting old fast and I'm liable to gag you if you have nothing interesting to say- How is that physically possible?"[/color]

Half way through her chastising, the Elder Valkyrie was compelled to witness the enraged fury of a cuckolded bird man desperate for one last act of murder before the immolation consumed him whole. He cut a dashing, if deranged, figure silhouetted within hellish flame and brandishing cursed steal with an aura of such overwhelmingly malicious intent, Hildr was certain he would have done everything in his power to claim either her or Ira's life had an outsider not intervened. 

[color=orange][i]"Damn, I was getting really turned on for a minute there. Should go check on him later."[/i][/color] Hildr lamented with an inaudible sigh, as it was marginally difficult to vocalize her malfeasance with a hound barreling into her. It had sent her a few feet back, freeing Ira as it stood atop her with jaws snapping to close around the gorget protecting Hildr's throat.

[color=orange]"Huh, I haven't seen such a large hound outside of the royal kennels."[/color] Were said hound not endeavoring to maim her, Hildr may have recalled an all together not unpleasant memory of her father doing something neither violent or scarring with her. Alas, the battlefield was no place for such recollection, and she was quick to wrap her armored fingers around both the hellhound's jaws and pull. 

The whines of a beast having it jaws dislocated was unpleasant even to the cruelest of sadists, but the Valkyrie muddled through it as she rose to her feet, carrying the hound by it's jaws pried wide to the point of nearly tearing loose. Seeing the one responsible already astride the harpy and eager to drink her fill regardless of whether the dark flames would hurt her or not, Hildr wasn't too keen on mercy.

[color=orange]"Normally, I'd be offering you a pen on my dairy farm, but frankly, I'd rather return this and see you off."[/color] Was Hildr's curt declaration  before  she lifted the hellhound over head and proceeded to bludgeon Victoire with her own wailing dog.



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