the darting black shadow upon the battlefield, a fearsome caw as it flies down to feast upon the souls of the dead, the crow pecking the eyes of the fallen soldiers

a flash of red in the darkness, an old hag hunched over by age washing bloody armor in the stream, the rattle of wands being thrown to part the mists of fate

she is raw menace and beauty with bloody crimson orbs, a force of nature combining lust and wanting death and gore, the harbringer of war and guide of the fallen

most feared of the tuatha de dannan for her ability to foretell doom, a harsh mistress demanding respect from all who fight, her mere presence inspiring fear and courage