you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Vhalla's side hurt like a bitch. Though her wound finally stopped bleeding, she could feel all the blood rushing to her side, a constant ache that refused to go away, it had been a long while since the witch had been injured by another. Clutching at the delicate wound, she exits Sam's house, staggering down the apartment stairs and out on the street, she grunts when her feet hit the pavement. Using the brick wall to steady her balance, Vhalla eventually starts staggering down the street as if she were a drunkard. Her long hair falls in waves over her shoulder and she even pauses to note that the blood was entirely removed from it. Cringing inwardly, perhaps she shouldn't have been so harsh to Sebastian and Dorian.

They did help her and maybe even saved her life, though the previous night was much of a blur, she still blamed Sebastian from drinking from her.

She still believed the vampire did something to her, she didn't particularly like to be touched, let alone offering herself up to him to feast on her. Her cheeks tinting red at the embarrassment of it all, she can feel that rage boil inside of her again. "God damn vampires," she curses the race under her breath making her way down the abandoned street. Vhal was tempted to flag a taxi down but the assassin knew herself well enough that she needed to calm the fire burning in her before she could allow herself into a confined space. Though she was weak, she wasn't all that certain that she wouldn't turn into a human torch again.

At that thought, she pauses, tilting her head back to look at the black sky. The assassin had very nearly set someone's house on fire again. A house who someone so kindly offered to her to stay in, though Sam had left, Vhalla couldn't help but treasure the apartment in a way only the witch could. Heaving a sigh, she continues her painful walk through the city, many passerby's avoiding her at her haggard look. Cringing every few steps, she's certain she's going to reopen the wound before she arrives at the warehouse but somehow, she miraculously doesn't. Vhalla's breaths come out raggedly as she finally reaches the west side of the city.

Her warehouse is but a block away, but the assassin is drenched in sweat at this point and her side is aching so furiously she must pause and lean her shoulder against one of the brick buildings. Vhalla longs to sink to the ground and remain there until she has recovered her breath, but she knew the sooner she was home the sooner she could wash the blood and grit from her body. Sighing rather heavily, it suddenly is forced into a gasp as her side spasms. Grunting in pain, her legs shakes to keep her standing. Turning, she puts her back to the wall, leaning her head back against the hard surface, letting her eyes close.

Perhaps she would remain here a little longer.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered