10-15-2015, 09:28 AM
I am iron and I forge myself
Lagertha Partykiller.
It must come with the crown, or perhaps just the horns. She’s never been a party girl, herself, but that doesn’t mean she begrudges others their fun. The truth is that Lagertha hasn’t much to work with as far as sexuality and attraction goes. She isn’t ugly, but she will certainly never turn heads unless it is on the battleground. Her curves are made from muscle, her very body once marked in tattooed armor that resembled a very intricate, thorny pattern across her broad chest and down the front of her face; some found that intimidating, and others simply never looked past it. The iron lady has no unusual coloring or bright eyes - she is iron and tempered steel and moves with a surefootedness that cannot be described as graceful. It is… something else. Whatever it is, it allows her to walk as quietly as a horse can through the jungle. And in the end, Lagertha is very happy with who she is. Many years ago, when she was no more than two or so, she told a then-King of the Chamber that one day she would be Queen of the Jungle. He is long gone, but Lagertha remains, one of her goals achieved.
The buckskin stallion (Magnus, had Teak called him?) is indeed attractive and offers her a pleasant greeting, so Lagertha returns it in kind, with a rare but genuine half-smile. It’s too bad he’s a Gates’ man. “Thank you. Can’t say I’ve ever met a member of the Gates, but it’s nice to see them still alive.” (Oh, how little she knows, that they would soon be the victim of a vicious attack). And then her attention turns back to Teak, and she is all business again. “I’m from the Jungle, a kingdom of women and we offer you the opportunity to make your own path. Help when you need it, but also a responsibility to work for the betterment of the Kingdom.” Her dark flinty eyes flick back and forth from Magnus to Teak, knowing that for some, the attentions of a handsome man are hard to pass up. Not that her Sisters ever had any man problems (except for herself), they just didn’t pop kids out at an alarming rate. Except for Scorch. Scorch did that, and it basically killed her.
See? This is why they have manservants. Men and magic killed her dam, and though she’s never had a very strong attachment to Grim Reaper, the warning stuck. If she could find one that was her equal, that might be another story. But until then… she is Lagertha Partypooper.
It must come with the crown, or perhaps just the horns. She’s never been a party girl, herself, but that doesn’t mean she begrudges others their fun. The truth is that Lagertha hasn’t much to work with as far as sexuality and attraction goes. She isn’t ugly, but she will certainly never turn heads unless it is on the battleground. Her curves are made from muscle, her very body once marked in tattooed armor that resembled a very intricate, thorny pattern across her broad chest and down the front of her face; some found that intimidating, and others simply never looked past it. The iron lady has no unusual coloring or bright eyes - she is iron and tempered steel and moves with a surefootedness that cannot be described as graceful. It is… something else. Whatever it is, it allows her to walk as quietly as a horse can through the jungle. And in the end, Lagertha is very happy with who she is. Many years ago, when she was no more than two or so, she told a then-King of the Chamber that one day she would be Queen of the Jungle. He is long gone, but Lagertha remains, one of her goals achieved.
The buckskin stallion (Magnus, had Teak called him?) is indeed attractive and offers her a pleasant greeting, so Lagertha returns it in kind, with a rare but genuine half-smile. It’s too bad he’s a Gates’ man. “Thank you. Can’t say I’ve ever met a member of the Gates, but it’s nice to see them still alive.” (Oh, how little she knows, that they would soon be the victim of a vicious attack). And then her attention turns back to Teak, and she is all business again. “I’m from the Jungle, a kingdom of women and we offer you the opportunity to make your own path. Help when you need it, but also a responsibility to work for the betterment of the Kingdom.” Her dark flinty eyes flick back and forth from Magnus to Teak, knowing that for some, the attentions of a handsome man are hard to pass up. Not that her Sisters ever had any man problems (except for herself), they just didn’t pop kids out at an alarming rate. Except for Scorch. Scorch did that, and it basically killed her.
See? This is why they have manservants. Men and magic killed her dam, and though she’s never had a very strong attachment to Grim Reaper, the warning stuck. If she could find one that was her equal, that might be another story. But until then… she is Lagertha Partypooper.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
[sorry for the wait! I was waiting for Riordan to post and then got tired of waiting... XD ]