Falls
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Posted on April 29, 2020 at 01:07:30 AM by Lagertha
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She stands idly at the feet of the mighty monolith, the jagged peaks scrape angrily at the cloudy grey skies overhead, and a frigid gust of wind pushes its icy fingers into her thick winter coat. It as if winter is reminding them that it still has control over the Isles, at-least for another few weeks. Steam plumes up and around her face with every breath that leaves her warm body and evaporates into the icy winter air around her. With a smirk tugging at her pink lips, she moves through the wintry forest. It is a path that is frequented by her sisters and herself, a path that is laid heavily by their scent and their hooves. The russet mare moves like a ghost, her body muscled and tuned like the warrioress that she is. A few scars litter her coat, reminders of past battles, skirmishes with those who had come up against her and most had fallen at her hooves. She raises her bone white face higher on her neck as she steps through the last of the trees and into a the quaint clearing that most fondly call the Falls. She pauses momentarily in the snow, her dark eyes flick from equine to equine and notices a mare who coats herself in mud. She raises a brow as she watches her roll from side to side and finally stand with a thick mire coating her body. A smirk tugs her lips upward as she strides toward the mare just as she turns to look around. Lagertha instantly takes notice of the scars that mar her face and run jagged along her shoulders. "Halló," she pauses with a nod of her skull toward the other mare. "I bet there is quite the battle that goes with those," she says aloud as dark eyes settle on the other mare. She raises her skull a bit higher on her neck and flicks her tail across her russet haunches. In the Norðurland scars are worn as badges of honor and she knows that she wears her own with pride. shield maiden of the peak |
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