01-06-2016, 10:55 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
If it’s a snarky, cranky pissing contest that Kataclysm wants, Lagertha is happy to oblige. Just ask some of the other new recruits. She isn’t the touchy-feely, let’s all sing kumbaya and hold hands and talk about our emotions to fix all the problems type of Queen. The iron and steel mare doesn’t intend to be as cold as she often comes across, she simply doesn’t take the time to invest in others until they prove that they are willing to do some work instead of laze around. She fully understands that Kingdom life, and in particular, Amazonian life, is not for everyone. Some simply aren’t suited to fulfilling expectations. And that’s all Lagertha ever asks of her women: do something to benefit their home, and then they can do whatever the hell they want after that. Pop out kids like a madwoman, take a lesbian lover, cause panic and havoc in the rest of Beqanna. Whatever! Just fucking do something.
Lagertha comes upon the two mares quietly from the front, recognizing Aoi and offering a reserved smile. It is good to see her out and about. Her cool, gray gaze travels to the newcomer and she looks her up and down before speaking. “Gifts don’t matter unless you do something with them. I had none, and look at me now… Khaleesi.” And she could kill an opponent with a single, long brush against them if she wanted to. And you can be damn sure that she’s worked her ass off for that useful trick.
“What’s your name?”
Lagertha comes upon the two mares quietly from the front, recognizing Aoi and offering a reserved smile. It is good to see her out and about. Her cool, gray gaze travels to the newcomer and she looks her up and down before speaking. “Gifts don’t matter unless you do something with them. I had none, and look at me now… Khaleesi.” And she could kill an opponent with a single, long brush against them if she wanted to. And you can be damn sure that she’s worked her ass off for that useful trick.
“What’s your name?”
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons