Imprinted - Chapter 1My Shield-brotherImprinted - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lupina walked into Jorrvaskr and found Vilkas and Kodlak were stood with each other. Vilkas looked up at Lupina as did Kodlak.
"Vilkas says you're good." Kodlak smiled. "So this is the task you're getting." Farkas walked through the door then, and Lupina looked up at him. His grey eyes found hers and he quickly aborted and looked up at Kodlak.
"Good timing, Farkas." Kodlak smiled, and then turned his attention to Lupina again. "I want you to go the Dustman's Cairn, and retrieve a fragment of Wuurthrad from there." Farkas immediately objected.
"But Kodlak!" He protested. "It is much too dangerous for her to go alone!" Kodlak looked up at Farkas.
"And that, my son, is why you will be her shield-brother." Lupina looked up at this.
"Shield-brother?" She repeated. "What's that?" Farkas looked down at her.
"I'll explain to you later." He murmured. "For now, let's head to Dustman's Cairn." Lupina hesitated, then nodded, and followed him out of the door.
"So " Lupina sa
Moon, Chapter 3: Unraveling"Kodlak,"Moon, Chapter 3: Unraveling3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The elder Companion, and current Harbringer, takes one look at Farkas, and commands, "Sit."
Farkas is almost naked- in fact, he would be, except his brother intercepted him on the terrace and forced him into some pants. He is covered in dirt, and dried blood- some his, some not. He sits with a great thump, and the chair groans under the sudden, harsh weight.
Kodlak studies him from his good eye, taking in his state. "You have been running a while, Shield-brother," he remarks, "Something has upset you."
"How long have I been gone?" Farkas manages, though his voice feels foreign to him at the moment, and is more than a little raspy.
"Three days," the elder replies, "There are some that is normal for, such as Aela. But not for you, my son. You are perhaps the calmest out of all of the Circle. Tell me what has happened."
"Kodlak," He says, his voice still strained. He struggles to find the words. "...There is...a girl."
The old man's mouth lifts into a smile. "A girl, eh...."