07-24-2018, 01:48 PM
Vandal wouldn't hurt a shaman unless they were directly threatening her clan. As big and threatening as she likes to pretend, she's not exactly the type to 'hit first, ask questions later' if she can help it. Battle has far, far too many consequences - consequences that she's seen with her very eyes, consequences that she continues to regret with every second her heart remains beating in Midgard. For all her bluffing, she's scared... scared of what else she'll lose. With each passing day, closer and closer to the raid, she feels that fear growing stronger and stronger, sinking its frigid teeth into a heart that's only barely started to heal.
She holds it well, though, hides her secret fear under heavy locks. The key, she's split into several pieces, each one given away to different people out of habit - out of necessity, she trusts them with it, just as she trusts them all with herself. While hidden within layers, Vandal's bone-chilling fear runs deep, she holds herself outwardly with as much bravado as she can muster - which is, suffice to say, a lot given the reputation she continued to uphold. She's someone who needs to be someone almost constantly. Being fearless is something that she can pretend to be.
The maned wolf wanders over, parts her lips to speak but stops shortly after realizing that Fischer is also there. Her ears heat up almost instantly, but Vandal pushes herself to act naturally (or, more accurately, even more naturally since she has twice to hide now). She gives herself one last pep talk and moves forward to stand beside the umber wolf, to address the - the siamese, who looks like she feels completely out of place in the island, and the expression is so, so odd and unexpected that Vandal tries and fails to speak again. Her jaws open, close, open again - and she finally manages to push out a strangled, "You a'right there?"
She holds it well, though, hides her secret fear under heavy locks. The key, she's split into several pieces, each one given away to different people out of habit - out of necessity, she trusts them with it, just as she trusts them all with herself. While hidden within layers, Vandal's bone-chilling fear runs deep, she holds herself outwardly with as much bravado as she can muster - which is, suffice to say, a lot given the reputation she continued to uphold. She's someone who needs to be someone almost constantly. Being fearless is something that she can pretend to be.
The maned wolf wanders over, parts her lips to speak but stops shortly after realizing that Fischer is also there. Her ears heat up almost instantly, but Vandal pushes herself to act naturally (or, more accurately, even more naturally since she has twice to hide now). She gives herself one last pep talk and moves forward to stand beside the umber wolf, to address the - the siamese, who looks like she feels completely out of place in the island, and the expression is so, so odd and unexpected that Vandal tries and fails to speak again. Her jaws open, close, open again - and she finally manages to push out a strangled, "You a'right there?"
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON