Skyrim-Awkward AffectionsWhiterun night was as peaceful as it could possibly afford after last dragon attack on western watch tower. Countless stars hung upon Night Lady's skirt as it jewels and the twin moon as her corsage. Pale azure aurora served as her veil. If one could personify the night, then she would be a fine lady bearing dress no mortals could even fathom weaving. With equally onyxian long hair with star encrusted tiara and aurora veil draped over her abyss black eyes.More Like This
Vilkas stopped looking up the dark sky as his neck started to hurt, bad. Misty white breath formed in front of his haggard visage as he breathed, embracing the cold night air. He recognized the smell in the air, how the smaller animals behaved in late weeks, and how much less he encountered stray bears entering Whiterun farms. Winter was coming. In such realization, his ever thinking brain devised plans for upcoming winter, patrols on Whiterun perimeter, and hunt parties rosters. Rosters. He mused as he entered Jorrvaskr l
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The first leg of the trip back to Whiterun was rough because it rained in the morning and they had to deal with a group of bandits that afternoon. Selene was in a lot of pain, her shoulder hurting so badly at times that she had to stop and remove her outer armor to relieve the pressure against her skin. By suppertime they were exhausted, but they had eaten nothing but rations for a couple of days and wanted something more substantial, so they set up camp and went hunting. They found a deer not far from camp. They crouched behind a boulder, and Selene nocked an arrow.
"I should have brought a bow," Vilkas whispered with frustration.
"It's all right. I'll kill it if you'll cut it up and cook it."
Selene stood slowly, ignoring the pain in her shoulder as she aimed and shot, and she took the deer down with one arrow. She removed its antlers while Vilkas skinned the animal and cut into its ribs.
"Why do you take the antlers?" he asked.
"I didn't know you were a
Vilkas's Puzzle: Tales of the Dragonborn 9 "So, what side of the civil war are we fighting on?" I ask Angel. She was right about it being a long way to Winterhold. We're on day two of our travels, but the day is beautiful and it's nice to be able to take my horse out of the stables.More Like This
"What makes you think I'm fighting in it at all?" she asks. "Aren't you the one who told me it wasn't worth drawing your sword for? And you draw your sword for everything, Vilkas." I chuckle.
"That's true enough. But since you seem to be involved in every single thing that happens in Skyrim, from slaying dragons to making sure deliveries get to their destination on time, I figured you'd be in on the war too. So, tell me: For the empire, since you're an Imperial? For the Stormcloaks since the Empire tried to have you executed?" I've discovered I enjoy trying to find out what makes Angel tick. It's like a puzzle no one has the answer to.
"Actually, I fight for neither side, for neither of th