Valkyrie only had time for one thought as she felt her throat essentially come to pieces,<em>Well, hell.</em>Then she was unconscious and unwillingly reverted to her least favorite form--in which she felt her weakest. She lay in a pool of her own blood, it was difficult to tell if her dark, chin-length hair was usually that shiny, or if it was just saturated with blood. Her wide eyes were dark blue and frozen in an expression of resigned irritation. As if having her throat ripped out was akin to having missed her favorite primetime television drama.<br/><br/>(Just tell me if I'm messing anything up, Triangle. Been a while since I played Werewolf, and it wasn't well GMed when I did ;) I'd like to spend the essence to heal.)