of the old gods - any

[Lagertha]

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

There’s something about Tantalize that strikes a chord in the General. Whether it is because like calls to like, or because the quiet, bay mare seems to be everywhere now, she doesn’t know. But she does appreciate it, and the gray mare is eager to see if she could add her to her very small circle of trustworthy individuals. At the moment, it was comprised solely of Rhy… and when Vyx was around, the fox-girl held a place there too. Unfortunately, when the Jungle seems to bleed sisters at opportune moments, two or three are hardly enough to bring about change.

One becomes two when Lagertha breaks into the clearing. She is so in her own mind that she doesn’t notice Tantalize even coming towards her - and that is rare. She pulls up quickly, snorting softly. But when she sees who it is, Lagertha huffs out a short ‘ha!’ and grins wryly. “Yes and no…” She pauses and looks her sister over, an idea coming to her. She resettles her weight and looks back at her gray and white wings. Stupid things. Just not for her, really.

Before she can ask, Sunday arrives, and the General finds herself a bit surprised. The Bloodrider has been markedly absent lately, and for her to come to Lagertha for companionship? It wasn’t what she was used to. Nevertheless, she nods and smiles and then slyly asks, “I don’t suppose either of you want a pretty new pair of wings? Hardly been used. Free, too, for the negligible price of joining the Air Force.”

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general