'It was night no one saw her. Linow walked calmly, but with purpose strong and strait toward her foes. the full moon hung above the badgermaid's scarred form. Linow thought about each scar as she walked, reflecting on each battle long past. she did not think of these scars bitterly, nor did dhe take pride in them. fighting was what she did, battle was all she had known. death was grieved...but normal to her sight. she fought because she could when others couldn't...but tonight would be her final battle. her firends Duo and Acainah were okay now, they could fight in her stead. they had all been through thier own battles, but it was Linow who got the scars. but she didn't mind, and would gladly do it again despite the consiquences...the scars. but it was night now and everything was okay...so Linow strode foreward and drew her Blade Axe and dagger charging her eniemies. she fought hard, dancing past death on battles wings. returning hack for thrust, slash for cut. yelling in triumph as her blade found its mark, gasping with pain as her enemies found theirs. even when she felt her blade axe shatter, the steel hot from blood she fought on till she won. Linow sat beneath the branches of a weeping willow and looked up. the full moon still shone down on the badgermaid's scarred form. 'I am bleeding to death' she thought 'And I am perfectly okay with that. Everything is okay now' with that thought the BadgerLady bowed her head, closed her pale eyes...and died smileing'