i am iron,
Lagertha and i forge myself.
She seethes beneath her dark russet colored hide, and her dark eyes smolder with loathing for the Boss. He takes that which does not belong to him and acts as if he is doing those he steals from a service. Her eyes narrow as he speaks, his words an insult to her ears. She bristles at his words and opens her lips to spit a venemous retort when a familiar scent wafts into her nose. Her head whips around and her eyes pop in surprise as Ragnarr emerges from the shadows. Yet, as he approaches her stomach flipflops when his words leave his lips, he sneers at her but asks for forgiveness with his eyes. She stomps her hoof into the grass, her face contorts into anger as she looks at him. "He will receive no thanks from me," she growls from between tightly clenched teeth.
Lagertha turns her shoulder away from Ragnarr and Cullen as they begin to speak amongst themselves. A single ear remains trained on them as Ragnarr introduces himself, and his next words cause her stomach to flip flop. Just like that, he pledges himself to the Boss. She turns her smoldering gaze upon them. How could he just run back into the arms of a warlord? Had he not just last night begged for her forgiveness for all of the wrongs he has done? Her ears disappear into her thick blonde mane as he mentions taking care of her, and she lifts her head defiantly. "I can take care of myself," she sneers at Ragnarr as he steps close, daring to touch her with his muzzle. Her heart lurches as his words fill the narrow space between them. Treystu mér. She turns her face away from him. She could not look at him, for fear that he would see the confusion in her dark eyes.
As if Lagertha were invisible, Ragnarr begins to converse with Cullen once again. She swallows hard, desperately trying to piece herself together, weakness is no way of a warrior maiden. Lagertha can feel her resolve returning as she replaces her stoic mask, her indifference clearly covering up the emotions that war beneath the surface. How easily he hops back into the lap of a master, begging and groveling at his hooves. How easily he has betrayed her, in the name of honor and pride. Her smoldering gaze bares down on him, burning into his smoky hide.
She can not bear to stand her any longer, and be spoke about and not to. "Well, boys if you're done chatting. I am in need of a drink," she sneers as she sets off in any direction but here. She does not care if Ragnarr follows or stands there with Cullen to chat it up some more. She gnashes her teeth in pain, as the realization sets in. The one she has counted on, now stands there with the enemy, betraying her with every word from his lips. She pushes into the foliage of the woods. She barely feels the branches drag across her back, digging into her smoky hide. She is numb.
The soft bubbling of a stream draws her through the woods, it beckons the weary warrior to drink from its refreshing waters. When she comes to the edge of the stream she does not stop, she steps into the cooling waters until it bubbles around her knees. There she waits, for either Ragnarr or Cullen to come bursting through the trees.
Translation:
Icelandic - Sooty Silver Bay Splash - Mare - 14.1 hh - Dögun x Unknown
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