The Morrígan
The Crow-Woman of Fate and Fury
War sings in my wings. Fate bleeds in my wake.
You'll see me before your end, or your rise — whichever comes first. I walk beside kings and carrion, speak riddles only war can answer, and shift my face like the wind shifts fire. I love this land with a fury that scars, and I will see it sovereign, even if it breaks beneath the doing.
What I'm Into: shifting skin, omen-crow flight, hero's last breaths, rivers of prophecy, iron-age blades
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