*** story contains violence, sexuality, queer and straight relationships, abuse, etc. you've been warned*** ~all rights reserved~ Dark blue almost black eyes scanned the blood soaked snow covered clearing, mangled corpses of warriors and beasts were scattered. Throats ripped out or sliced, organs and limbs already being feasted on by the three-eyed raven species. In the center of the clearing a petite female child was standing, swaying to and fro as though in a trance. ~~~~~ Present Year 2986 P.R. "Why must we ride in a carriage? It's too bloody hot here." A 15 year old woman leaned her forearms on her thighs a look of irritation in her two tone green eyes staring daggers at the capital city in the distance. Her long silver white hair with lavender hues was pull back away from her face, an intricate style of varying sizes of braids, dreads, and metal beads, clamps and wraps. Some beads were delicately etched while others were thicker and engraved with runes. Her shirt was unbuttoned halfway down exposing her neck, chest and top of her breasts where a stylized Valknut flanked by a set of wings with a sword pointing down was tattooed across the bottom of her throat and clavicle with the swords blade going down between her breasts. The woman's 5'6" hourglass frame and defined well trained muscles appeared petite compared to an 6'7" 18 year old man who sat across from her. His cold dark blue eyes softened a bit, raven black hair just long enough to be pulled back. A thin single braid with metal beads hanging down the right side in front of his ear. "I know it's suffocating little Ylva, but if we rode our bonds or Selkies it would send the whole capital into a panic. It's not worth the effort of dealing with the aftermath." Next to him was a 19 year old man whose violet eyes also softened his 6'6" medium but muscular build did not lose out to the man beside him his shoulder length dirty blond hair with a shaved undercut worn back in a habitual braid.