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i am iron







i am iron,

Lagertha
and I forge myself



Lagertha has not felt anything but the burning and smoldering hatred for the Lagoon, since becoming their captive. It was made very clear that her freedom has been stripped away, taken from her and not to be returned until she takes it for herself.

She wanders, leaving the Lagoon for fresh air. She gulps it with every breath. The air hangs in the Lagoon, thick and stale, a reminder that her freedom was not her own. She slinks through the trees, lurking within the shadows, hiding herself from prying eyes. Cullen had informed her that she was not to leave the Lagoon, that he was his captive. Her ears lace against the soft skin of her nape at the very thought of being a captive, a trinket on someones string.

She keeps her dark eyes transfixed on the monolith that juts against the heavens, a beacon reminding her that she could fight against the tyranny of the Lagoon. A dull roar reaches her little ears buried within her shaggy blonde tresses, it vibrates the very earth beneath her hooves. She can feel the raw power shake her to her very bones. She steps into the clearing, cautiously her dark eyes dart around, checking for any who might be Cullen's bastard menn.

For one brief moment, she sighs, her dark eyes transfixed on the thundering falls. The water plummets into the still pool below, then it bubbles and gurgles over the mossy rocks. It was peaceful.

Her peace is fleeting as the sound of hooves against the hard earth draws her dark gaze. A gasp falls from her lips, his scent was unmistakable. Her ears disappear into her blonde unkempt tresses, no, Cullen couldn't of known she had left. He must of sent this man to bring her back. "Ég er ekki tilbúinn bastard!" she spits her words at him from between barred teeth. Her barrel heaves with every single breath, forced angrily through her flaring nostrils.

Translation:
Ég lofa, þú munt bölva á þeirri stundu sem við höfum kynnst. : I promise, you will curse the very moment we have met.
Ég er ekki tilbúinn bastard: i am not ready Bastard!

Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - Dögun x Unknown

of the Peak, trapped in the Lagoon



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