and when I breathed [any]

[Lagertha]

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

It’s been awhile since she’s seen her electric friend, and knowing what it was that Rhy went through in the Afterlife, she’s happy to give her space and time to figure it all out (if she needed to). Lagertha preferred the bull-headed method of just conveniently forgetting (most of the time) that she had been to space and fought acidic, ghastly creatures, and then chomped by the metal-grating Langoliers. It didn’t help her with anything in the real world, so why dwell on it? The gray mare can, however, imagine that if she had seen her dam, or her siblings, or anyone that could theoretically matter to her, she would have a vastly different perspective on it all.

Anyway.
The two of them have some major work to do.

She’s already chilling in center of the kingdom, taking a lunch break, if you will. Lagertha looks up and spots the familiar gold and white figure, and lets out a loud greeting. In a particularly odd fit of childishness, she leaps towards the other mare, taking a few steps before lowering her head and brandishing her ever growing horns. There's a challenging, sly grin on her face. It's not as a threat, of course, but in play. She could never truly best the lioness (and she doesn’t want to try - that could only end poorly). But look! She has sharp, pointy bits too!

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general