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Brunhilde
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Info
Level 25
Skydancer Female
Hatchday
Aug 23, 2018 (1 year)
Stats Growth
Length
4.66M
Wingspan
5.3M
Weight
779.41KG
Genes
PrimaryDenim Python
SecondaryPhthalo Morph
TertiaryOvercast Ghost
Eye TypeWater Unusual
Energy: 47 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Skin
Familiar
Information
Brunhilde
|| Valkyrie | Tempest Blade ||
"In the legacy we left, all our souls will live forevermore."
United we stand, United we conquer.

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Cruel and cold like winds on the sea
Will you ever return to me?
Hear my voice, sing with the tide
My love will never die
Over waves and deep in the blue
I will give up my heart for you
Ten long years, I’ll wait to go by
My love will never die

Come, my love be one with the sea
Rule with me for eternity
Drown all dreams so mercilessly
And leave their souls to me
Play the song you sang long ago
And wherever the storm may blow
You will find the key to my heart
We’ll never be apart
Wild and strong you can’t be contained
Never bound nor ever chained
Wounds you caused will never mend
And you will never end

Cruel and cold like winds on the sea
Will you ever return to me
Hear my voice sing with the tide
Our love will never die



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GEN 1

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Spouse: Babel

The Valkyries of legend decided the fates of those in battle.

Brunhilde has never been a stranger to bloodshed.

Even when she was too young and naive to understand, her parents taught her the ways of the world and of the place they carved in it--lessons and history neatly tucked into bedtime stories and children's games. Her parents made it clear from the start: their family's legacy is one of violence, death, and unity.

Though it took many years for Brunhilde to truly understand this legacy, she accepted its weight and presence, even as a child.

Born with her father's ghastly visage rather than her mother's shining runes, perhaps it was clear from the very beginning that she would follow in her father's footsteps rather than her mother's. Brunhilde says that her lack of runes are a result of her heart knowing something she learned later--that she lacked the desire to be a siren.

Make no mistake--Lorelei's powers have always inspired awe in Brunhilde. The ability to fool even the most cunning of foes into ending themselves, with just a song, is one worthy of envy. But Brunhilde has always favored a more...direct approach.

When she realized this fact, she approached her father and asked him to train her.

"If you wish to follow my path, I will not stop you. But know this:" her father warned, "these lessons will be harsh, because I will not let you go out into the world unprepared. Are you ready to begin?"

Brunhilde accepted, and her training began.

Even though she chose to follow in her father's footsteps, Brunhilde did not forget her maternal heritage--she asked her mother to continue their lessons.

"I thought you wanted to become a warrior," her mother simpered, as if she hadn't already figured out several reasons why Brunhilde may have asked, "have you changed your mind already?"

"I still want to be a warrior," Brunhilde answered, "but it is foolish to waste a perfectly good tool."

Because while Brunhilde did not desire to become a siren, her songs were tools for her to use. She would never be able to entreat people into drowning themselves, but she didn't need to. A brief distraction, a way to lower someone's guard, was all she needed.

Her mother dropped her coy mask, "Your songs will never be as powerful as mine if you continue to focus on becoming a warrior," she warned, "and you will never be as formidable in battle as your father if you put your focus on becoming a siren.

"Should any of your siblings decide to follow my path, I will shift my focus to them. If you accept this, and figure out how you wish to balance the lessons, then we will go from there."

And so children's games were replaced with lessons on the finer points of combat and on swordplay, and bedtime stories were replaced with song lessons.

"I was going to insist we continue our lessons," her mother admits, months later, "because our songs are more than just tools, they are weapons, weapons you can never be rid of. It would be cruel to send you out into the world with weapons you don't know how to use."

As she grew, she began to join her father and her siblings in battle. At first, she was left to focus on defending their ship from attempted breaches alongside some of her father's crew, she was eventually allowed to join her kin on the offensive.

Her first assault went about as well as expected--a few cracked ribs prevented her from doing much of anything for a few months, but she came back alive and happy and thirsting for more.

Eventually, though, she left home, as all children someday must. While she is most comfortable sailing the seas, she opted to explore the mainland with only her sword, a bagful of gold coins, and the clothes on her back.

She took odd jobs to earn money and build up a reputation as a reliable employee and soon found that mercenary work suited her tastes. She became a full-time mercenary, and life went on.

Somewhere along the way, she earned herself the epithet "Tempest Blade" for her fast and fatal attacks. She also entered a rather interesting relationship with a creature of chaos masquerading as a dragon.

Sometimes, when Brunhilde thinks back on her life, she can't help but laugh. How far she's come, and how strange her life has become--she never would have believed her life would turn out like this. When she was young, she could hardly imagine life outside of her ship.

She could hardly imagine life away from her family.

Even if she is far from her family, she in never alone. As long as her kin still breathe, no matter how far they may wander, she will never truly be alone.

United we stand, united we conquer. It's a saying she keeps close to her heart. No matter how far she wanders, she will always have a place to return to. And even if they all squabble and fight among one another, they will stand as one against any who oppose them, for their legacy is one of violence, death, and unity.

May the Eleven take mercy on any fools who dare try, for they will find no mercy here.
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