[color=00a651][u][h2]Valgo[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Eastern gate -> Stables[/COLOR] [@Dezuel] Anora [@BlackRoseSiren] Aurora
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As the guards walked off with the new blight-born, Valgo too was already on his way down the path, sinking into his memories once again. [hider=continued memories]
Valgo had started moving across the snow, he was only a few steps in when the distant town vanished before him. A wall of white sweeping across his vision making it appear as the ground was only a few feet away from his face. 
But no matter how many steps he took, the sudden white wall continued to remain just out of his reach. He twist his head to gaze at the Völva steadily racing along the snow beside him.

By the spirits passed if she wasn't the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon. Her writhe nimble figure clad in furs but still defying the cold with patches of bare smooth skin exposed to the elements. Long braids of fiery hair hung behind her head adorned with small animal skulls and iron clips. Her slender neck bore a necklace of long bones and coloured stones.

Her face held fierce green eyes accentuated by the dark paint smeared from ear to ear, brow to cheek bone. Beneath and above it sat her unhidden freckles. Sharp deliberate lines were painted vertically down the centre of her soft full lips and followed over her chin and down her neck line leading his gaze. 

She moved with elegant grace compared to his heavy stomping, silently catching up with and keeping beside him. One arm and hand outstretched before her holding up the illusion that concealed them all. Elegance and power. Confidence and control. She was everything his other mates were not yet she, as the clans witch, remain off limits, untouchable. 

She was powerful. Magic like hers and even his had rules, it had laws that govern it. It was a practiced art of dedication and will. What the blight creatures used, the gifted chosen ones. It was something else all together. Lawless.
Unbridled, unrestricted powers that made no sense. Abilities beyond comprehension and reason. There was no explaining or understanding them. Valgo didn't like it but also couldn't deny it. Without their gifts, this important raid would be a suicide mission.[/hider]

 The familiar squawk of a sparrow hawk pulled Valgo from his deep revelry as he approached the towns stables. The bird fluttered it's wings as it brought itself to land on his wide shoulder. He grimace, turning his face away from the beating feathers until the predatory creature settled. A faint smile grew in the corner of Valgo's lips.

[color=00a651]"Are da horses safe Rogh?"[/color] he asks softly in his deep, rough tribesman's accent as he crosses his hand over his body to scratch the birds neck. Now back in the real world he was aware of the presence of others, two in particular being near one of the horses. They seemed quite enamoured in their conversation and were causing no further trouble than to ruin his slolitude. The towering barbarian narrow his eyes and watch them for a moment, hawk sitting obediently on his shoulder twisting its head to and fro. With a soft grunt in the form of a sharp exhale, Valgo made his way to walk past the duo as he head further into the stables. There was still work to do.