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VALKYRIE / BRUNHILDE;
onto our g⃨l⃨o⃨r⃨i⃨o⃨u⃨s⃨ deaths.
❪ @valhalkyrie ❫ ❜
⚡ ⨾ THE HANDS THAT WERE ONCE USED FOR BATTLE ARE SLICKED WITH GORE ╱ ⅋ ╱ GRIME.
⁰¹ [ The smell of Iron clogs the air. ] It sits heavy, seeping into the very pores that excrete sweat [..] Oh, how vir bones ached ⅋ whine. B͟u͟t͟ ve can’t help but want m͟o͟r͟e͟. Greed is what pushes Odinson, the bodies that litter vir path tells the story that unfolded on these grounds. The blood thats been shed on this day shall be remembered till the end of time.
⁰² There’s only silence now, in the field of bodies only one remains [THE ÆSIR HIMSELF] He reigns triumphant, for there’s a story told on these blood stained fingers. Death is simply the marking of new beginnings─┈┄ A centuries old tongue that has been used for millennias, the brutality of it all seems to unify everyone as a people (..) The blood shed ⅋ the death of it all.
Brunhilde ⅋ Thor stand side by side.
`❜❛` VALKYRIE [!] SEE THIS BLOOD
WE’VE SPILT ON THIS DAY. WE
ARE VICTORIOUS ONCE MORE,
ASGARD RAGES AND CHEERS
FOR US LIKE A CHURCH IN
PRAYER (IN SILENT ECHOES) `❛`.