05-15-2015, 10:16 AM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
A lady can never catch a break, hm? Your life has just been one tumultuous wave after the other – a new queen for the Jungle, a tiff with the Tundra, the kidnapping of a king. My, my, you have been busy. What now? What will the mighty and powerful Lagertha get her nose into next?
It is no surprise you do not take easily to Eight’s probing in your mind – not all are accustomed to the pin prick of thoughts dangling through their domes. Especially an Amazon such as you – she femme, male hating club and all. Eight closes his eyes languidly as the image of your irritation clouds his mind. And yet, even with the intrusion, you decide to speak back to him (albeit with feistiness).
Quietly, again shrouding any possibility of others to eavesdrop (or, minddrop), he speaks To the meadow, dear woman.
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In the meadow, he waits. It would not be hard for you to find him. With the use of his magic, he had faded all other equines in the meadow – it was only he who you could see (easy enough, right?). When you approach, he nods his head in greeting. “Lagertha, so kind of you to come. I believe there’s some discussions we should have.” There is no need to explain what had happened throughout the Tundra mix up, Eight read it through your mind (and others) like a book- and he lets you know this through his mind, a soft feeling of understanding spreading throughout. “However, the state of the Amazons is something I’d like to confer with you about.” He pauses, letting you adjust to the pace of conversation and mind matter. “Is Scorch still trampling upon the world with her dragon feet? Is there still distaste between her and you?” The ‘you’ in question was not just the proverbial ‘Lagertha’, but Rhy, and a trickle of other Amazonians who didn’t quite like the taste of brashness and pride of a queen.
It is no surprise you do not take easily to Eight’s probing in your mind – not all are accustomed to the pin prick of thoughts dangling through their domes. Especially an Amazon such as you – she femme, male hating club and all. Eight closes his eyes languidly as the image of your irritation clouds his mind. And yet, even with the intrusion, you decide to speak back to him (albeit with feistiness).
Quietly, again shrouding any possibility of others to eavesdrop (or, minddrop), he speaks To the meadow, dear woman.
In the meadow, he waits. It would not be hard for you to find him. With the use of his magic, he had faded all other equines in the meadow – it was only he who you could see (easy enough, right?). When you approach, he nods his head in greeting. “Lagertha, so kind of you to come. I believe there’s some discussions we should have.” There is no need to explain what had happened throughout the Tundra mix up, Eight read it through your mind (and others) like a book- and he lets you know this through his mind, a soft feeling of understanding spreading throughout. “However, the state of the Amazons is something I’d like to confer with you about.” He pauses, letting you adjust to the pace of conversation and mind matter. “Is Scorch still trampling upon the world with her dragon feet? Is there still distaste between her and you?” The ‘you’ in question was not just the proverbial ‘Lagertha’, but Rhy, and a trickle of other Amazonians who didn’t quite like the taste of brashness and pride of a queen.
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and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in