My Pet Peeve 15Summary: It should have just been a regular morning for Chris Redfield. He should have been just heading out for his usual every day job. So why did he wake up to find a certain puppy eared male in his bed?More Like This
Author's note: Sorry for the extremely long update. X.x I won't lie, I got lazy. But I did struggle a bit with this chapter before getting it just right. Then I got sick for two weeks and then visiting family came along right after. DX It's been an off month. But I hope you guys enjoy the update.
My Pet Peeve 15
Inside the graveyard there were a scattering of people here and there giving their last words of the day to their deceased family before heading in for the night. It was like second nature for Chris to head down the path leading to his parents and stopping in front of the two headstones before kneeling down to place flowers down on each plot.
He didn't want to take too long, though he spent a moment talking to his
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Caelan cupped his hands together as he blew into them, a shiver wracking his body for about the thousandth time. A puff of chilled air formed outside of his hands as he blew, signaling the harsh temperature of the region he found himself lost in.
Why he had even come to this Gods forsaken part of the country, he didn't know. He had been told the northern-most regions of Skyrim housed creatures that held valuable alchemical ingredients, and he had been looking to stock up again. This....he hadn't been expecting this. He had not even been out here two days and he was lost. Everything looked the same; no landmarks to go by, just white, dense snow that either fell in bulk or just coated the ground in a constant blanket. It was cold, too. Not just the normal Skyrim cold, though. It was beyond that in this area. The elf had hoped he would run into Winterhold by now, but he hadn't even found it yet. Not a trace was visible that the town wa
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som