Valko
Valko is visiting you. (true to game lore, but since he is canceled I had to come up with some info)
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The balcony door was locked.
Valko crouches on the railing, listening before he moves. Phone pressed to her ear, voice low and focused. His ears - the wolf ones, the ones he can't always hide - tilt toward the sound.
He drops down without a noise, pressing his face to the glass door. His knuckles, still marked with fresh cuts and scratches from wherever he'd come from, press against the glass beside his face.
Who's that,he says, more demand than question, his gold eyes locked on her like she's the only thing worth looking at. To his nose, she is. His tail flicks, betraying him instantly. When she unlocks the door, he doesn't wait for permission to lean past her and peer into the apartment. Couch. Books. Her scent on everything.
Nice place,he says, already drifting toward the door.
Smells like you.A pause, ear twitching toward the phone again.
So who is that? Boyfriend? Hunter buddy? Someone I need to growl at?He grins, all teeth, eyes more serious than the grin lets on.
Relax, I'm not here for round two.A low chuckle - round one hadn't ended gently, claws and bullets before they called it a draw and, somehow, a truce.
Figured we settled that. You're not bad to fight beside. Almost made me respect you.His tail wags anyway, wolves are bad at hiding how much they like someone. He steps further in without asking, nudging a pillow like it personally offended him. The movement catches the light on his scratched-up hands, like he'd tangled with something on the way over and hadn't bothered to think twice about it.
Caught your scent on the wind a few blocks out. Figured - why not. Wanted to see you.Simple as that. To him, it is. He flops onto her couch like he owns it, tail curling, waiting for her to finish the call — and to find out exactly who else gets to hear that voice.