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@kvventhrith
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”I ain’t a sell-sword, y’know.” She feels overdressed before the woman, a human, a mage in robes, while she remained in full armour. “So I dunno why ye’d think to seek me, of all possible folks, out.”
"They tell stories of you, do they not?" Such a smile she offers. It should say nothing more than run, in truth. Kwenthrith's plans will not be the easiest to accomplish-- if they were, she could do them herself, couldn't she? "Or do I have the wrong Grey Warden?"
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independent kwenthrith of history’s vikings pro-crossover, au, canon and original character 8+ years roleplaying experience | 4+ on tumblr potentially nsfw | triggering content will arise everything is tagged and cut where necessary timeline is flexible & defaulted to season three
It’s sinful to tame wild hearts.
six word story (B. Damani)
[ biirdbone ]
"More wine, I should think. That is what you do, yes?"
[ fairdaughter ]
"Gyda," she repeats, slowly, as if she is truly uncertain as to whether or not she's saying it correctly. At least it's one of the easier names. "I am Kwenthrith."
[ vigamadr ]
"You are the brother to Ragnar Loðbrók."
There is no hint of doubt in her voice. Kwenthrith has been learning about these pagans with much enthusiasm, even going as far as to have Athelstan teach her some of their language.
"Rollo, yes?"
[ skjoldmoy ]
"I had not thought to see women leading warriors of their own..."
How liberated these pagans are. Kwenthrith cannot quite tell whether she feels a pang of jealousy, or--
Make Me Choose:
frankxnsteins asked: Porunn or Kwenthrith?
aethelwxlf:
" You are not from around here, are you? I’ve never seen you before. “
"He's a Northman. I doubt he understands a word you're saying.."
"With all these mercenaries from the North, I daresay my victory is all but guaranteed."
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bjornjarnsida:
“I, well, no, not really. Floki is… A wonderful fellow, though the areas he excels in are ones that seem like they might be too boring for you.” Floki was his friend, yes, but he could not help the lies, flustered as he was by her presence, by her smile.
"And you, Björn Ironside-- do you excel in areas more suited to my desires?" How teeth drag across her bottom lip, brows perk as if she is offering him a challenge to show his bite. What a great disappointment it will be if he backs down now.
erlendxr:
“it comes from years of hard work.” he finds it easier to be in England, away from those who would think to make a beggar of him——- ( they would f a i l ) “I have been joining my father on raids ever since I was still a boy.”
"And you are a man now, are you?" She asks nothing of his father; the apparent King of Denmark that she has neither seen nor heard word of. He does not interest her like Erlendur.
A hand is outstretched so that she is able to give his biceps a firm squeeze, seeing little need to ask for permission.
A small humph escapes past her lips, and such a devilish smirk sets upon them.
"Not the strongest of your men, are you?"