The stinking stench of the lagoon reaches his flaring nostrils before glacial eyes focus on the source of the smell. A smirk touches his pink lips as the realization sinks in, Lagertha has gotten herself into trouble with the Lagoon. He briefly remembers Cullen, the Boss, who had just set hoof on his sands. He knows he will need to tread carefully. With a snap of his tail he steps toward the intruder, his ears disappear into his thick unkempt mane. His glacial eyes narrow as the intruder begins to make demands. On HIS beach. "Lagoonie, your boss and I have an understanding.. I would tread carefully if I were you," he says sharply as his neck arches, muscles rippling beneath his smoky hide. Just as his words leave his lips a familiar masculine voice rings through the still midnight air. His thick head snaps to look for the familiar face of Ragnarr and is not disappointed; as his eyes fall on stallion as he strides confidently across the sand.
Ragnarr speaks directly to Lagertha, his words are frigid and Björn bristles and his eyes narrow but holds his tongue as the scene unfolds before him.
Lagertha feels relief, but it is short lived as an unfamiliar Lagoonie has followed her trail here. Weariness lines her face as a heavy sigh escapes past her pink lips. How could he of known? She had slipped through the Lagoon without even breaking a branch, yet here the stinking lagoonie stands. Her ears instantly disappear into her blonde tresses, she would fight him, if she had to. Björn immediately steps to her aid and a sigh escapes her pink lips. She eyes her brother curiously as he faces the Lagoonie and begins to converse with the roan. But her eyes are drawn away by a disant movement and her heart lurches. Cullen. She can feel the tension return to her body and her skin begins to quiver, not out of fear but out of a burning hatred for the boss. Yet, a familiar voice fills the still midnight air. Ragnarr, not Cullen has found her. She sighs in relief but distrust still fills her heart. Did you not think I would follow you? His words are frigid, not that as a lover but of a lackey sent to do his bosses bidding.
"I knew you would," she spits as she defiantly raises her head, thick blonde tresses cascade down her bone colored face.
Björn steps closer to the Lagoonie after Ragnarr has spoke, and nods his thick skull in quick agreement with the smoky warrior. "You underestimate our strength, and if you call my sister foolish again," he pauses, as a familiar darkness begins to wrap its inky fingers around his soul, and he revels in it. "I will have your tongue," he snaps as his teeth come together with a loud clack. "Now, return to Cullen and inform him that Björn will be there soon," a smirk touches his pink lips. How could the Lagoonie refuse? He is outnumbered. Despite, not knowing what thoughts are in Ragnarr's head, Björn stands beside his brother. His muscles quiver beneath his smoky hide, anticipating a fight from the roan Lagoonie. If the man proves to be so foolish.
Her dark gaze flicks from Ragnarr, to the Lagoonie, to her brother. She pulls herself tall, despite her fading strength. She compiles her face into a stoic mask, devoid of any emotion. Letting what ever the gods have destined for her to unfold.
