03-18-2016, 10:43 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
Given the toxic nature of their bodies, a collision and subsequent infection of either of their poisons may not do much. Or it might be an absolute disaster - neither of them know. She could choose to ignore the fact that he knows her name (she has been Khaleesi for awhile now, she is probably fairly recognizable to those who are familiar with the kingdoms), or she could pull up and be responsible.
Goddamn it. Lagertha really wants to run someone over and see just how quickly her toxins work on someone her own size.
At full speed, it takes her a bit of time to slow down, so that the two warriors come within inches of each other. The gray mare glares daggers at the decomposing stallion - he reeks of rotting flesh and nothing that is familiar to her. She’s met one like him before, in the Tundra, but that doesn’t mean that her lip doesn’t curl slightly in disgust at the sight of him. Her eyes roam over his body, and then finally find their way to his own, searching for something familiar in them. Silence stretches between them while she wracks her brain, punctuated only by her heavy breathing.
There’s nothing. Not even the sound of his voice is recognizable. The Warrior Queen demands his name, growling out the order in a tone that is not to be disobeyed. “Tell me who you are and what you’re doing here. Quickly." He may consider himself the devil, but he has no power here - not in the kingdom of women, not while Lagertha holds the reins.
Goddamn it. Lagertha really wants to run someone over and see just how quickly her toxins work on someone her own size.
At full speed, it takes her a bit of time to slow down, so that the two warriors come within inches of each other. The gray mare glares daggers at the decomposing stallion - he reeks of rotting flesh and nothing that is familiar to her. She’s met one like him before, in the Tundra, but that doesn’t mean that her lip doesn’t curl slightly in disgust at the sight of him. Her eyes roam over his body, and then finally find their way to his own, searching for something familiar in them. Silence stretches between them while she wracks her brain, punctuated only by her heavy breathing.
There’s nothing. Not even the sound of his voice is recognizable. The Warrior Queen demands his name, growling out the order in a tone that is not to be disobeyed. “Tell me who you are and what you’re doing here. Quickly." He may consider himself the devil, but he has no power here - not in the kingdom of women, not while Lagertha holds the reins.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons