The night air would bring a chill to any humans bones and send then scurrying for a warm bed. Not Rota, the Valkyrie, who never felt the chill of winter nor uncomfortable heat on a hot summer day. She remained in a comfortable temperature thanks to her crimson armor that adorned all the Valkyrie who were not in Valhalla. Rota spent a lot of time in this armor since she preferred to spend time in the human realm instead of serving the warriors in the feasting hall. When she was in the mood to relax she would do so of course to please Freya but the world of humans always excited her. She would never live here of course since she would lose her immortality if she chose to never return to Valhalla.<br/><br/>It was her home of rolling green hills and a vast blue sky that rarely rained. There were crystalline lakes of pure water that were always crisp and cool. The hall of Valhall was grand with large stone columns and masterful woodwork from great oak trees. Scones were always lit with embers that burned and never went out just as the tables never ran empty of food and drink. Her sisters would forever be there with the many warriors they had chosen and would frollick in the meadows and valleys. They would ride their wild white stallions until the day turned to night but not Rota.<br/><br/>She spent her times elsewhere and when she was in Valhall she would cause trouble as her name implies. She had snipped the mains and tails of the stallions one night and caused her sister The'a to cry for days at the loss of such gorgeous hair. Rota found it funny since it would grow back in a week or so it was not as though she had cut off her golden locks of spun gold. She had also teased the men in the hall when Oden and Freya were not around in a scantily garbbed robe that showed off her long legs. The men would never be able to have her unless they asked for her personally from Oden but even then she would have to accept the male. She never would since she knew that to do so would seal her inside of Valhall and have to produce another Valkyrie such as herself with the male. She would never be able to return to the human world and fight in their glorious bloody battles for honor and glory.<br/><br/>At the moment she flew through the sky as a white swan as all her sisters could do. She wished that she could be a raven as her mother Freya was but that form was only for the Goddess. She flew over the soon to be battle field that was surrounded by large oak trees. She had just spent her time messing with the knights that she would help against the Beserkers. The Berserkers were of course Odens favorites but Rota never liked to play by the rules. Well there was not really any rule that said she could not fight against them in combat. The knights did not even know that she was a Valkyrie and she would also never tell them either.<br/><br/>Soon she came upon the Berserkers encampment where many boisterous men were drinking hard liquor and getting into small fights. Small to them was a broken nose and arm from time to time though which was what she liked about them. They were a very rough and tumble sort of people... it was a shame they would all die tomorrow. She landed a little ways away from the encampment in the dense forest where she would not be seen. She removed the feathered cloak that allowed her to take on her swan appearance and hid it under the many fallen leaves that were on the cold ground. Her golden hair fell down her back to rest just above her butt and her blue eyes shined with mischief and intelligence. Her beauty was matched only by her sisters but even then it has been said that her face was the most beautiful out of her sisters just as The'a had the most gorgeous golden hair.<br/><br/>She did not plate her hair as she usually would to keep it out of her way during a battle. Nor did she hide her crimson armor that would make her undoubtedly a daughter of Oden; a Valkyrie. Her task tonight was to fulfil a little legend that the humans had created about her kind. That if one were to see a Valkyrie in all her glory that they would perish in the coming battle. The one she was going to see was the leader of the Beserkers and her chosen to take back to Valhalla with her. His skill in battle was pure poetry in motion and the shine of fresh blood on his blade and armor made her stare in rapture. She would own his soul and would personally sever it from his mortal body and ferry it away to Valhalla.<br/><br/>Her footsteps were like that of a ghosts and completely unheard by even the night time animals until they saw her. She made her way tot he many rows of tents and as she passed some she could hear the sounds of ecstasy between a woman and man. Some times she could even catch a glimpse of the fornication as lovers enjoyed themselves in the open. What her eyes sought after though was Adam who was in his tent. He was preparing himself for war and unlike his men he did not drink himself into a stupor or fuck anything with tits. She grinned as she came upon a tent with a candle still lit inside. The shadow of the man that she was after was easily seen to her but not for to long since she had sent a little wind to snuff out the candle.<br/><br/>Inside of the tent she could see everything easily. His axe was leaning against his bed where his hand laid lightly upon it to strike at any foe stupid enough to approach him in his sleep. A smart and brave warrior that was more then worthy for the hall of Valhalla and if he was not to die tomorrow he may even be worthy of Ohlla. For a human to become immortal was no easy feat but he carried the mark of Oden; twin ravens; on his shield and inked on to his right arm. With that mark and the many battles he had won he was so close that Rota could almost see the shine of an immortal upon his skin.<br/><br/>Her steps again were silent as she approached him and lightly she sat beside him on the bed. She could not help but reach out a hand to gently caress his rug-gad cheek, "Awaken warrior so you may hear me." She spoke quietly but knew he had heard when he stirred in his sleep, "See me and know that I will come for and whisk you away to my home." She whispered and leaned closer to gently press her lips against his in a chaste kiss, "To Valhalla." She whispered once more and in a flash she was up and at the opening of the tent. The candle re-lit and shined upon her making her hair shine like the sun and her armor gleam like fresh blood. Her eyes met with his for a moment before she was gone as though she had been nothing more then a dream.<br/><br/>She moved quickly without being seen into the forest where she had left her feathered cloak. She donned it and turned back into a white swan. Her beautiful wings spread out catching the light of the half moon as she took off into the night, "Tonight warrior. We shall formally meet." She whispered on the wind for it to carry to the man as she headed back to the knights encampment. The battle tomorrow would be a fun one to be sure and if Rota could grin as a swan she would be right now.