Along her ribs, black outlines curve sharply along her thin ribcage, branching down from a long bold stripe that runs from the tip of her nose to the base of her tail. The plume that stands thin and graceful above her rump is covered in medium length strands, the kind that wave like banners with small movements.

On her face is a dark mask, surrounding those stone spheres in her skull, curving downwards from her eyes slightly into tiny little points, almost as if she had thick glasses on her face. Staring out from the darkness with such silent ferocity, on her back are a pair of wings that are massive extensions from the Norwegian gods themselves, Saga has wings that put most to shame, these great feathered appendages stretch wide with a wingspan of nearly eight feet, knowing how to use them in nearly all situations the girl is well trained in the abilities of her feathered friends. The feathers are soft, a gentle black that shines almost a dark purple in direct sunlight, the feathers that shine near purple themselves are outlined in a glittering gold, reflecting the sun's ray as she flies overhead. The muscles in these avian mutations are strong, being exercised thoroughly in her travels.

The hair along her body is unlike that of the other members in her family, long thin lengths drape themselves along her flanks, giving her rib borders a little more length then if she had shorter fur. Saga keeps tucked away a very sharp set of talons inside her toes, the deadly weapons hidden beneath the heavenly stands that covered her skin, always ready to spring forth and rip apart anybody who dared to threaten her.

Between the snowy pointed appendages that rest upon her skull, Saga has two smaller sized horns, pointing towards the sky the short, thick points on her noggin are sharp, dangerous and dark between the two snowy mountains.