06-29-2015, 08:15 PM
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this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more
They are Amazons. They are fierce. They are survivors.
Nevertheless, it is good to actually touch Rhy, to know for sure that she is alive. That place, the cosmos - the creatures - the grayness and the grating - if it weren’t for the onyx crown of thorns on her left hind leg, she might eventually convince herself it was all a crazy dream. But this is Beqanna and magic is rampant. Anything is possible. Lagertha reaches out to touch her, ever so slightly, in what might be most caring and gentle moment Rhy has ever seen from her. Her nose brushes against Rhy’s gold and white skin and she inhales briefly. Yes. Solid flesh and bone. Good. A wry smile twists her lips and then the normal Lagertha returns. “Takes more than some weird ass aliens and a dumb, stubborn bitch to kill me. Come on now, Rhy. I’m Lagertha.”
She pauses and tilts her head to fully examine her friend. “You must have convinced Gail, if you thought I was dead. That’s where I failed… but no surprise there. Words are your forte, not mine. I would have made her move, but she impaled herself on my thorns… stupid. Just stupid.” Lagertha scoffs and rolls her eyes. She didn’t understand Gail and her actions didn’t make any sense to the General. “And then there were those things that ate the world and ate me and Gail, and I woke up here. Alone. What about you? What happened in your… mission. Did Kratos finish?
Ah… Kratos. There was another thing to ask her about. If she read the two of them correctly, she was going to be Auntie Lagertha eventually
lagertha
carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general