The Most Heroic
by Slantedlight
Wind rushed where there should have been no wind, stars screamed by, and dawn was distant on the horizon. Loud in the night he could hear the wail of the gnashing Valkyries, the roar of their furred steeds, and… something else?
A whisper.
A broken, wet-rimmed whisper, calling above everything else.
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See what friends get you into?? Still, you came through marvelously well! You just keep those Valkyries spitting ire, right?*g* Thank you!
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Oh, you love it really... *g*
They do spit ire quite well, Valkyries... *g*
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Those Valkyries didn't stand a chance against Doyle. :)
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