Astridr’s body twitch uncontrollably, a wave of euphoria, her chapped lips turned an upward curve as she grinned a maniacal smile. She smelled the fresh scent of spilt blood nearby, she stood peacefully as she wafted in the sweet nectar aroma.

“It’s been awhile.” She croaked to the wilderness around her.

She was a scavenger of sorts, only interested in the dead and their belongings. Her clothing, her weapons, everything that was covered with flaking dry blood, was scavenged off the dead. She had her name, the one possession that was truly hers.

Astridr, beautiful Astridr, with the magnificence of a goddess, unrivalled by any. If only that were true! She had no long marvelous silky hair just a bushwhacked short hair, her skin covered with scars and dry blood; she did not mirror her name. Astridr was just a dirty scavenger.

She would just wait, by the sidelines, for the battle to end. Then when all is finished, she would strip the dead clean. Leaving no thanks and carrying on as she always did.

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