pharate - waiting to emerge

[Lagertha]

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

Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. Or so Lagertha thinks, as she has awoken without her tattoos. She cannot see the silvery lines that laced up and down her long face and around her ears, but her breast and leg are distressingly bare.

What the actual fuck?

Snorting and clearly agitated, Lagertha makes her way to the center of the kingdom, to the clearing where all the large meetings are held. There is no slash across her chest (or would that have disappeared too?) so she knows (thinks she knows) it is not for certain fairly recent activities. Perhaps her sisters would have answers… surely one of them knew something? And if not them, then perhaps Scorch? She hates going to the fire-woman for answers, but a leader is supposed to know certain things, or at least pretend to. Her tail flicks disconcertedly against her hocks, and she cannot seem to stay still when she arrives at the open space.

And then - oh god, it feels as if the top of her head is going to split open and her ears fall off. She can feel the hot trickle of blood down the side of her face as skin splits open and two sharp little nubbins poke through. For a moment, Lagertha sees stars, but as she shakes her head and blinks a couple of times, the pain begins to lessen to a dull pulse and she finally exhales. Jesus Christ. What did she do to deserve that? And what the fuck is going on? She searches the rest of the area for her sisters, wondering just what they were experiencing, if anything at all.

Not to mention the fact that she feels... older, somehow. More tired.

Surely it couldn’t just be their General.

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general