Totoka River Blood Bound

"Are you sure, Hrafn? I'm pretty sure you aren't really well with a bunch of wounds all over your body."


Raven knew she was no viking. She was no hero, nope one who had accomplished great feats; he was. He dealt with this on a regular basis. She did not. She had to constantly remind herself to trust him, though it had become easier amd easier throughout their travels.

"Scars are things that do not go away. That means it is destiny to bear them. It is fate. Why not wear them with pride and honor, yes? "

Though Raven knew some scares were not recieved through glory or victories. Some were worn with shame. As she knew hers were. The brightness of the furless patches that abnormalicized her right shoulder and chest, where scars of shame.

Ducking her head, she followed his lead, never faltering in her light steps