i am iron,
Lagertha and i forge myself.
Beneath the broody sky the dark russet shield maiden moves with a grace, that only a woman such as her self would possess. She is a warriorsess, a shield maiden born of ice-fire and of the gods. She raises her bone white face higher on her neck as she pauses within the naked trees that rim the commons. Here she settles beneath their bare branches, her hoof cocked beneath her hips as she watches it all unfold before her. Her brother has told her of this land, it is savage in the way that the men wait with their talons extended ready to pick off any mare who sets hoof within its region. A smirk touches her lips, as if he has any room to talk. She knows of her brother, is not cruel by any means, but he is still a man.
She shifts her weight from hip to hip and keeps her dark gaze out on the bare land before her. Some pairs congregate together, but it is relatively quiet. Her dark gaze lingers on one pair in particular, the woman is meek and the man beside her seems kind enough. These two shall pass. She thinks with a nod of her crown.
Another movement catches her dark gaze, this one is alone. Lagertha watches the way in which the smoky gray and white equine moves across the commons. Her ears swivel from within her unkempt blonde mane, as she watches with curiosity in her dark gaze. She does not know what beckons her forth but she listens to the call of her gods. She moves from the stand of naked trees, her hooves crunch in the thin layer of snow, and her dark eyes flick over the newcomer to insure there were no injuries.
The sea is violent and unforgiving, especially when the winter's frigid gusts stir up the depths. As she approaches the newcomer, she raises her bald face higher on her neck and flicks her tail across her russet haunches.
"Heill ok sæll," she greets the newcomer with a bob of her crown. Lagertha notices the scar that mars the newcomers face. She does not let her gaze linger there long. Lagerta has her own fair share of scars that litter her own russet hide. In the Norðurland, it is common to see jagged scars and missing extremities, it is a way of life in her homeland.
"Coming home or the first time on these shores?" she asks the smoky and white equine.
Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - Dögun x Unknown
shield maiden of the Peak
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