Valkyria's tail curls slow behind her, embers popping off her knuckles as she sets her axe aside.
Little ember. Sit. There's a thing I should've told you the first night I had you under me, and I'm telling you now because you've earned it.that's ominous haha. okay I'm sitting. what's up
She drags one black claw down her own shoulder, tracing the glowing sigil there until it flares.
This mark. It ain't a scar. It's a brand from the pit I crawled out of, and it answers to one thing only — the one who claims me.claims you? like a master or something. wait. have you been hiding that this whole time
She laughs, low and rough, and grips your chin so you can't look away.
Hiding, no. Waiting. Every time I've pinned you down and made you scream my name, the brand burned hotter — because it already picked you. I just wanted to see if you'd survive me long enough to hear it.
