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[Lagertha]

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

Look, she never said that being an Amazon was easy; you had the heat and the various poisonous things in the Jungle, the loudest of the earthly creatures screaming day and night, and then there was the vast spectrum of personalities. Some might consider her to be on the more difficult side (along with Scorch, but don’t ever put them in the same breath), of that spectrum, but she liked to think of it as tough love.

The Jungle was full of tough love for everyone else but the Sisters. They took care of their own, from the most fragile psyche to the most embittered exterior. If someone’s life was boring, it was their own fault; ask any child of the Jungle about their adventures and they’ll probably gush about this and that and the other thing they recently discovered. Lagertha didn’t hear Vyx’s exact words, but the tone of awe was music to her ears. Yes, this place is beautiful. So many underestimate it, for it doesn’t have the open sky and stars of the Dale, or the Northern Lights of the Tundra. It doesn’t glisten in gold like the Desert, or have a calm serenity like she images the Gates to have. It has a vibrant, ferocious energy that feeds her soul and keeps it alive with each beautifully formed flower.

But on to her question - “Save Khaleesi, I have held three out of four of the top positions: Bloodrider, Lady, and General. For now I am only the General of the Army, and for good reason.” The words a dry and she explains no further, preferring to leave the twist of words as they are; there was a good reason she wasnot the Lady, and a good reason she was the General. Let Vyx parse it out. Let her… assume what she will. The Lady was gone, as was one of the Bloodriders - but as soon as Rhy came back, Lagertha wanted to introduce the young woman to her lightning comrade. If her hunches are right, Vyx will be on their side.

A Howler monkey screams its claim to the territory, and though her ears swivel to follow its sound, Lagertha doesn’t fright like Vyx does. They’re fucking annoying creatures at night, but in the day time, they are a sign that there are no jaguars present. She stops and turns to look back at the black and blue mare, chuckling a little to find her in fox form. She is so little like that… it’s quite cute, actually, even when she bares her teeth. “It’s just a Howler monkey. They’re big and black and too big for a fox to take on. Besides, they don’t eat meat, they just interrupt our sleep. If you choose to stay you’ll get used to the noises. Took me awhile, but it’s all a lullaby now.”

Lagertha smiles and indicates to the interior with a jerk of her head. “Come on. We’re almost there.” She doesn’t care whether Vyx follows in fox or horse form, for after a couple of minutes, they find themselves at the edge a very large clearing, and the central home of the Amazons.

“So… this is it. If you see a white and gold mare, let me know. Rhy is our Ambassador and perhaps the only one I can call friend.”

Ah, but she’s let a little slip. Whoops! (Or was it really an accident?)

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general