there's a bad moon on the rise - anyone

[Lagertha]

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

Beqanna has an odd way of playing with fate and bringing together those who need one of the three things: whatever they need the most in that instant, a slight nudge in one direction or the other, or whatever they want the least. The thoughts that have been hovering in the forefront of her mind are threatening to burst forth, pushing her to take some sort of action because she can feel the life slowly ebbing from this place, and it makes her angry. What can she do, but train her small faction? What can she do, but make sure she knows the sisters? What can she do when her ambition and passion were thrown back in her face, and the one they chose now chooses to pop out kids like a machine instead of rule a kingdom.

What can she do, except find an alternative?
She knows that there are a few she can count on, and a few who will never be on her side. The others, she must feel out, as a swordsman tests the weight and balance of a new blade. Not to be used, of course, but as partners. A warrior is only as good as her comrades and her weapons

Today, the Jungle spirit seems to lead her; she’s caught glimpses of the dark, half-grown feline, and looked back at her expectantly, it’s tail twitching, before moving through the undergrowth. With a soft chuckle, she follows as best she can, though the spirit always seems at least five steps ahead of her. A couple of times, the General loses her guide, but it always returns with a teasing eye and occasional swat, as if to say, hurry up, you can do better than that. She is far more quiet than the General, though the gray mare likes to think she knows a lot of the Jungle very well. Maybe not the Southern parts, where Ephrelle was hiding - but it was rather far away and Lagertha needs to be easily accessible.

The three of them seem to converge in an unusual spot. The gray mare is the last, so when Tantalize calls out Who’s there?, she answers without hesitation, continuing forward (though her guide seems to have vanished into thin air… such is the way of cats and spirits, she thinks). “It's Lagertha. Hello, Tantalize… and Ephrelle, right?” Lagertha doesn’t know either of them particularly well. Theoretically, they’re both in the army, though she’s seen neither hide nor hair of them. Ephrelle’s got something spiny going on with her tail. She eyes it with calm curiosity, before flashing the two ladies a small, reserved smile.

Lagertha has seen many crazy things and has been eaten by the Langoliers after impaling her sire’s beloved on her own spikes. She’s been to space and she’s fought hideous, acidic creatures. Ephrelle’s condition is strange, but hardly rejection worthy. Besides, if the youngest sister looks carefully, she might see that Lagertha’s tattoo and personal markings are gone as well, to be replaced by a growing pair of horns and fledgling wings. Perhaps it is Ephrelle who will not recognize her.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general

[arghhh i keep forgetting she has horns and wings x.x ]