Of The Sea : John Murphy

Luna Of The Sea

Luna the baben creature to the right or to the top or wherever you see her. A.k.a the badass mum from Vikings. I love love love that show.

"So when do you leave?" Edith asked from across the fire as I sharpened my heavy axe.

"Soon, when the sun near rises and my boy is well rested." I replied, swiping the damp stone across the blade.

"Where will you go?" She asked again, gutting her fish and separating the guts and the flesh.

"I'll try with the Woods Clan, if that fails, I'll move up North to the Ice Nation." I answered bluntly, setting down my weapon and walking over to the other side of the room to check on Bo.

"I'll come with you." Edith offered suddenly.

I jerked up and gave her a look of bewilderment. "You can't be serious."

"I am." She nodded, completely sure of herself. "You can't look after Bo on your own out there. What if you come across some Nomads? What if you have to hunt but can't take Bo with you? How are you going to take down Kai on your own?"

She rendered me speechless as I continually stare blankly at her.

"Then it's settled, we leave together." She smiled, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning back in her seat.

There was a tiny creak at the door causing both Edith and I to jump into alert.

At the poorly made door stood a wide eyed and frozen Adrian.

"Got something to say, Shrimp?" I sneered, tilting my head.

As quick as he appeared, he shot back out into the dark docks.

"What's the deal with him?" She scoffed.

"No idea, weird kid that one." I shrugged and helped Edith with the rest of the fish.

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I stalked along the sandy shore, passing the many camp fires that were surrounded by my crew mates having their meal.

"Thea!" A rough voice called out to me from behind.

I turned to see Áki jogging up to me. "Luna wants to see you."

"What for?" I asked with a cocked head.

He shook his head. "Can't say that I know."

I rubbed my hands together nervously and nodded, following close behind the well built, red haired man.

I was shown into a fairly well kept building with candles placed around the room inside. A head of curly brown hair had me narrowing my eyes.

"Shrimp..." I grumbled.

He turned and flashed me a cool grin with a raised brow.

"Dorothea, come, take a seat." Luna gestured to the seat across her table beside shrimp.

I reluctantly stepped up the the seat and flunk myself down, bracing myself for the worst.

The woman before me had light hair from the years of sun rays dreaded with sea salt, beads running down the length of her long hair. Her face was stained with the blood of her enemies and her eyes were painted with a black paste, making her ice blue eyes all the more piercing. She had a strong way about her, from the way she stared you down to the way she ate her chicken. No matter what she did intimidated the person within her sights.

She sat in her large arm chair with one leg propped up on the arm rest and the other resting loosely on the ground. In one hand she held a leg of lamb and the other was rested mindlessly on her blood rusted helmet that was sitting on her lap.