Ranger's Passion part 2“I love you, Bishop!”More Like This
I knew very well I had said - screamed - those words out loud. I knew very well Bishop didn’t feel the same way, he had said it himself. He wasn’t in love with me but something kept telling me that he was. When I looked at him, his eyes flashed and flickered with more than desire, as if he was trying to keep something strong deeply hidden within himself, failing ridiculously.
Many times, during dragon fights or bandit attacks he was the first to step out and take a blow for me. He was always checking my wounds, he always had an antidote ready if a frostbite spider or a chaurus had poisoned me.
Every night he would go and take care of any and all wildlife so that I could sleep in peace. I wondered if he slept at all. If he did, it was probably few minutes at a time. He was more alert than usual.
As much as he stressed out that he didn’t give a damn about me, he wasn’t exactly his usual self - meaning that he wasn’t t
Stupid Lars Battle-BornMore Like This
The big black shepherd scented the elk ahead of them in a cluster of tundra cotton, and flattened himself to the ground, looking back at them with the whites of his eyes showing and his big pink tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Braith held her hand out at him, palm down. Stay flat, be quiet.
Lars reached him first and gave the hunting dog a handful of dried beef as a reward. "We could keep him with us," Lars said. "We're downwind of them. Moth can circle them in this brush and make them break towards us."
"A stalk's better, if it's just us two," Braith said, and petted Mothboy between the ears.
"Then let's get the others - Pease and Athel'll be shitty if you don't at least get them. Plus we need the archers. Elk don't travel in twos."
"It'll take half the day getting them back here," Braith said, and stood with a sigh. "And let me deal with Pease'n Athel. What's wrong? You've been bragging about getting better with that bow."
She looked at home in the novice Stormcloak uniform,