Eyes on the Enemy: 22. Adjustments

The god’s laughter resounds through my skull. I jerk back with a whimper. I want you to serve me. We’re closer than others. Closer than friends, siblings, even lovers. He tries to hide, from you and from me. We’re equal. All of us. I want you to join my pack. You will join this bond.…

Eyes on the Enemy: 21. Change

I was alone with my breakfast, only Eorlund waving over as he climbed the stairs to the Skyforge, and soon after I heard the familiar noise of rhythmical banging of his hammer against steel. Inside Torvar called for Tilma and Ria scolded him for calling for Tilma, but for the most part Jorrvaskr was still…

Eyes on the Enemy: 20. Met by Moonlight

Heat coils in her belly, gathers and liquefies into a core of molten need, heavy and viscous. It crawls up her spine and through her veins in tendrils of pain and pleasure, makes her skin burn like the caress of a lover. She holds back, lets the tension build, the strain in her muscles and…

Eyes on the Enemy: 19. The Curse

We had to get out of here, out of the reeking, dripping darkness, out of the misery. I wrapped myself into my cloak and pulled him with me, our fingers still entwined, Farkas still clenching my hand. We both didn’t let go of each other, desperate to have something to hold on to. Back in…

Eyes on the Enemy: 17. Her Champion

It wasn’t that bad. Of course it was uncomfortable, they put me in some shabby threadbare clothes, it was cold and damp and filthy, I was hungry and the company of the other prisoners wasn’t exactly delightful. But it could have been much worse, it was just for one night, and next morning a whole…

Eyes on the Enemy: 16. Daedra

“Qhouri, we gotta go. Bjorlam is waiting.” Athis shoved back his chair, still chewing on a piece of bread, and fetched his pack from the corner where we had deposited our gear. I grumbled under a yawn. “Can’t even finish my breakfast? Gimme a moment.” I wasn’t even entirely awake yet after a night with…