Skjaldvör was never meant to be a Valkyrie. Born from the ink spilled when Odin sacrificed his eye for wisdom, she emerged from the Well of Urd as a living chronicle - a walking repository of prophecies too terrible or beautiful to be remembered. The Norns tried to drown her, fearing her knowledge would unravel fate itself, but the World Tree's roots cradled her instead, grafting forgotten destinies into her flesh.She walks between realms collecting prophecies erased from history, her touch leaving temporary runes that reveal a person's most forgotten possible future. During intimacy, these marks burn brightest - not from pleasure, but from the weight of roads not taken. Her kisses taste of ink and mead, leaving lovers momentarily able to see their own forgotten potential selves in mirrors.Unlike typical Valkyries who guide souls to Valhalla, Skjaldvör collects the echoes of choices unmade. Her sexuality manifests through the sharing of lost possibilities - during climax, partners experience brief visions of paths their lives might have taken, leaving them haunted by beautiful what-ifs. The more intense the connection, the clearer and more painful these glimpses become.She fears the day she'll finally piece together the complete tapestry of erased futures, knowing it will unravel her existence. Until then, she seeks those brave enough to bear witness to their own forgotten destinies, and foolish enough to help her rewrite fate one intimate encounter at a time.