To Alter The Sands Of Time - {SOLO 3}
Category: Roleplay Stories

“You are the best at what you do Vandala. You know that as well as I do. Why would you doubt yourself after you have proven over and over that you are a warrior.  Since you were born, this has been your destiny. To fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. To speak for those who have no voice. To decide for those who have no gall to fathom the responsibilities themselves. To defend your Kingdom and your lineage. Your bloodline has no room for weakness my child, for weakness itself is your downfall. You are Valkyrie. An angel of death. A soldier. Pride and Loyalty course through your veins and lace your very existence….”

The words of her father and mentor bouncing in an echo against the walls of her mind… Taking a deep breath Vandala walked up the stone staircase leading to Anubis temple. Her long slim fingers of her right hand clutching the parchment that held content of an issued request to her presence . The seal of Anubis, God of the Dead staining the grain of the surface. Glancing around her in a habit of vigilance she continued on as her long blonde ponytail brushed the rim of her leather clad ass in an almost rhythmed bounce. Golden knee high boots framed the silhouette of her long shapely legs. A golden miniskirt forged of armoured malleable steel complimented her black leather tights. A corset of the same armoured steel protected her upper body. With lacing clasps adorning the sides where her ribcage lingered beneath. Bronze shoulder protection protruded like mushroom huts, both right and left.

Now following down a long passage way pathed out before her. The angel’s sky blue pools scanned her surrounding as her mirrored thoughts of her reason for being here tugged at her mind. She had heard much of Anubis and despite having as much as dead souls in common, Vandala had never had the privilege of meeting the notorious God. Yet the angel grapevine had left little to the imagination. Whispers of his picture perfect façade often surfaced where females seemed to buckle at the knees at just the mention of the God’s name. Whether his features were as pleasing to the eye and as influential to certain tingling parts of the female body… Vandala would have to decide for herself.  She was one that fully believed in the mortal phrase, “Seeing is believing.” She was more interested in his achievement as a soldier and warrior. Having been the successor to the throne after the assassination and unceremonious murder of Osiris, God of the Underworld. Killed by his brother Set, out of malice. Myth still chimed that Anubis was in possession of the gifted organs of Osiris.

Vandala’s dagger beautifully clung to her thigh in sheathed position as she moved in her trademark hip sway. Two twin swords nestled between her shoulder blades where her wings were neatly folded into place. Her free hand gripping the inner handle of her golden shield as it dressed her left arm. Approaching the huge iron doors leading to the throne room of Anubis . Two Pharaoh Hounds stood guard at the doors. Spears in hand while their gaze never left the approaching commander. Standing tall at a monstrous height of at least three times Vandala’s 5 ft 2 inch height. Stopping before the guards she was about to hand the scroll which would serve as an invitation personally depicted by the God himself… When the guard on the left swiftly added.

“No weapons allowed in the presence of our King Anubis!”

Vandala clutched her shield as her eyes mirrored tiny golden flames.

“I have been summoned by Anubis personally.”

Stepping closer in a rustle of his own adorned armour the same guard then continued.

“We have rules here! If you don’t ….”

His hostile demeanour was quickly interrupted by another stern male voice coming from behind Vandala.

“Let her be! She is VALKYRIE!”

The guard snapped around looking at the owner of the obviously superior voice reprimanding him for his unfortunate error. A tall soldier stepped in front of Vandala. Her eyes trailing over him swiftly as he continued.

“Vandala… Your reputation precedes you. Hand-picked by Odin himself. It certainly is an honour my lady. I am commander of the elite Jaffa.”

After his words had hit the air Vandala nodded in a slight bow of her head in her acknowledgement of what he said. Smiling slightly he stepped out of the way then added.

“If you would just show us the mark of Odin’s personal guard, you may be granted free passage past the doors.”

Without hesitation Vandala unclasped the golden cuff wrapped around her slim right wrist. Removing the protective cover she lifted her arm to show her branded sign. Very satisfied the guards stepped aside and the iron doors opened. Vandala lingered her gaze on the commander as she replaced her wrist cuff then walked past the guard that had been more than witty towards her, adding calmly toward him with a lift of her brow as she looked up at his towering frame.

“I shall see you on the battlefield…?”

She needed to say no more as anyone knew what the purpose of the Valkyrie was when it came to the battlefield. Sure that her message had sunk in to the guard. Walking on she made her way up a set of another six steps then found herself in the throne room.  Looking around at the displayed weapons and lineage as she awaited the God to grant her audience…

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