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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    ran my wandering mind away, Lagertha
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    this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more
    There aren’t many who get her; Rhy does, and she imagines that Kratos and Vyx might too, but it is something like a slap in the face to have a sister’s lover understand her more than than others. She has no family save for Dalten, and the boy has turned out to be a great wanderer. She is maternal enough. He is filial enough, but they do not pretend to be overly affectionate with each other. Perhaps one day, in the infinite possibilities that lay ahead of her, she will find a true partner and lover. Perhaps one day, she will take joy in building up her brood. Perhaps one day, she will have a dynasty like Scorch. But that day is not today, for Crito is not that type of stallion. And she is not that type of mare.

    This is why they are good together. This is why they can be friends.

    A genuinely pleased smile widens her mouth at his burgeoning admiration. He needn’t say anything, she can hear it in his voice. “I’m not sure we as a whole do, but I like to think that I might, at some time in the future. Wish that could happen every time I get bored. Lagertha Kingstealer has a nice, arrogant ring to it, don’t you think?” She chuckles at her own expense. She is arrogant, and anyone who truly knows her will agree. She has the hubris curse, and in that, she is not so different from Scorch.

    She glances at Crito, surprised at his next question. “Scorch?” She lets the name hang in the air while she figures out how to answer somewhat diplomatically. “She… I preferred Brunhild. Miss her, even. We… butt heads often, to say the least.” They fight like fucking cats and dogs, but what good what it do to tell him that? “Why do you ask? How do you feel about Errant? He seems rather cold.” Which means no more than that he is at home in the Tundra, just like Scorch is at home in the Jungle, with her bubbling veins.

    Lagertha is more steel than fire. She can adapt, and exist where fire cannot. She does not consume. She rebuffs, and stays the course.
    lagertha
    carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general
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    ran my wandering mind away, Lagertha - by Crito - 04-29-2015, 02:41 PM
    RE: ran my wandering mind away, Lagertha - by Lagertha - 05-27-2015, 04:07 PM



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