there's a bad moon on the rise - anyone

[Lagertha]

this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more

Oh good lord. Putting Lagertha in the same category as Scorch is the best way to get on her bad side. She knows there are similarities - they can be notoriously difficult to get along with, and definitely rub each other the wrong way. Lagertha can be so direct as to seem cold at times, stating her opinions bluntly and (usually) without hesitation. That one of her own sisters could be afraid of her? Well that was simply baffling. Especially when all she has said is hello.

Lagertha tilts her head a little, confused as to why Ephrelle seems so taken aback. Is she afraid, or simply hesitant? She’s about to ask what’s wrong with her when Tantalize speaks up, indicating the half-grown jaguar cub that seems to have stuck around. In Lagertha’s experience, it doesn’t do that very often, so maybe it’s curious about what will happen here, with these three who hardly know each other. The feline has taken a very relaxed position up in a tree, lounging with her tail down and twitching every now and then. Lagertha chuckles. “That’s our residential spirit of the Jungle. Literally. When Beqanna took our tattoos she gave us the cub to watch over and protect it as it grows. I dont really know what she does...” The general drifts off, her dark eye turned toward the cat’s own gold ones, as it blinks down at them and yawns, revealing some rather sharp incisors.

She turns back to the two of them, waiting to see what they think, or have to say about the jaguar. Or anything, really.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general