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i forge myself
Posted on April 9, 2020 at 03:16:43 AM by Lagertha

~ i am iron, i forge myself

Lagertha eyes the newcomer when agitation appears with a flick of the tail across smoky hindquarters. Lagertha pulls herself up a bit higher and readies herself for whatever comes after, but nothing happens. Her brow raises a moment, but finally the grullo speaks, Returning. The words are cold and in a voice that is not feminine nor masculine, but cold and short as if it were a question that was hard to answer. She eyes the grullo, and her curiosity grows deeper.

I was born here. But as to whether I belong?

Lagertha's ears swivel to attention, and takes notice of the way in which the words are spoke. There is something deeper. Regret? Shame? She tilts her crown as she contemplates the meaning of the words, and the deep pain that lingers beneath the surface.

A sigh clings to her lips. Lagertha understands the pain, she feels it with each pound of her heart. Rejection, a familiar face on her doorstep. Emotional and physical abuse, yes, those too. Their words on constant reply. This will make you stronger. A shield maiden does not show weakness. Her heart thunders wildly within her chest, as the memories of her brothers flicker to the forefront of her mind.

ᛒᚱᚨᚡᛖᚱᛃ

"Father," she whispered and her voice quivered. He swiveled his thick head to look upon his daughter, his face stoic and icy as he looked upon her. She desperately wanted to tell him of what her brother had done, she wanted to tell him of their cruelty, but something deep within her warned her of such whining. She shifted her weight as she contemplated how she would tell him what Ivar had done. How he had hunted her down in the dead of the night, the words he said and the things he had threatened. She swallowed hard and bit her lip.

"�g elska �ig f��ur," she whispered into the frigid midnight air. How could she trouble his ailing mind with such things? She bumped her muzzle into his thick grullo coat and breathed his musky scent in. She left her muzzle there before she turned from her father and disappeared into the midnight hour. Little did she know that would be the last time she would see her father.

ᛒᚱᚨᚡᛖᚱᛃ

"It is a familiar feeling for me as well," she nods her head she thinks of her own family. She had felt the sting of their rejection and their cold shoulders. "I am Lagertha, D�gundottir" she offers her name to the stranger and her dark eyes linger on grullo's face.

Lagertha - Icelandic - 5 years old - Sooty Silver Bay Splash

shield maiden of the peak

html, art & character � erin | pixel base � fintron

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surrender to nothing - By Hawke April 9, 2020 at 09:09:24 PM

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