Mood: The shield maiden stands, blade lifted, eyes shining, a barrier between evil and those she loves.
Smells Like: Blood red rose petals, pale vanilla orchid, and freshly picked mint leaves.
The clamor and cries of battle rise above the scorched earth. A shadow passes over the field. Men cower in its wake as a shrill, cold cry splits the air. The beast lands, claws piercing the earth. Unfortunate souls writhe in agony, crushed beneath its bulk. Its wings extend. Its dripping maw opens to let out another unholy scream. No man stands against it.
A lone figure steps forward. A beam of sunlight escapes the oppressive pall of clouds to shine upon glinting armor. The field falls silent as a sharp sword extends towards the beast.
“Go no further, foul fiend. You have no place here. These warriors are not your prey.” The clear voice summons hope to the wounded and stirs the frightened to action. Men stand once more, no longer cowed by the monster’s presence.
The beast cries out again. Defiance and contempt oozes from its rider’s words. “Who are you to challenge one who no man can endure?"
In response the warrior removes her helm. Golden hair cascades around her, catching in the breeze.
No man stands against the monster, but she is no man.