Heartless Heathers

Heartless Heathers Lineup - Photography by Alan Cook

VALKYRIESpl noun \val-ˈkir-ē\ From Old Norse. Literally means “choosers of the slain.” Often seen riding wild wolves and mustangs, or soaring through the air like ravens scavenging for souls. Beautiful warrior shieldmaidens armed with helmets and spears. Associated with fairness, supernatural powers and bloodshed.

If you meet a Valkyrie in battle, it means only one thing: your demise is imminent.

Roster

Bella Constrictor - Heartless Heathers

Bella Constrictor #H155

The Blast Unicorn - Heartless Heathers

The Blast Unicorn #17h

Chynadoll Assassin - Heartless Heathers

Chynadoll Assassin #8

Effy Stone 'Em - Heartless Heathers

Effy Stone ‘Em #143

French Tickler - Heartless Heathers

French Tickler #2

 

Headache - Heartless Heathers

Headache #71

Irie Belle - Heartless Heathers

Irie Belle #25

KnockBox - Heartless Heathers

KnockBox #1211

Mace Ventura - Heartless Heathers

Mace Ventura #7

 

Mad-Eye Marli - Heartless Heathers

Mad-Eye Marli #9

Mistress of The Knife - Heartless Heathers

Mistress of The Knife #3

Mortar 'n' Pistol - Heartless Heathers

Mortar ‘n’ Pistol #27

Nacho Lucky Day - Heartless Heathers

Nacho Lucky Day #26

 

Scratcher in The Eye - Heartless Heathers

Scratcher in the Eye#243

Screaming Beaver - Heartless Heathers

Screaming Beaver #10

ShredHer Cheese - Heartless Heathers

ShredHer Cheese #64

 

Tatty Munster - Heartless Heathers

Tatty Munster #1313

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Coach Belle Starr - Heartless Heathers

Coach Belle Starr

Coach Schemestress - Heartless Heathers

Coach Schemestress


aahhAAHHaaahhhh… AHHH!

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

aahhAAHHaaahhhh… AHHH!

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.