“Wait, Qhouri. I gotta show you something.” Aela grabbed my arm and held me back when I turned straight for the dorm. I gave her a scornful look. The journey from Rorikstead had been horrible. I was covered in a grimy, reeking layer of sweat and dust from the road, my barely healed wounds throbbed…
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.…
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…
A little preview on one of the many possible outcomes of the next chapter of EOTE. It suits her. And Farkas still makes adorable adoring puppy-eyes.
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…
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…
Warning: Sexual Content. NSFW, not appropriate for children. I stood stock-still in the entrance, our packs dropped to my feet, and looked from face to face. Torvar avoided my eyes, Ria’s face showed anxiety and pity, Tilma hid in a corner behind a pillar. Only Aela finally stood up and approached me. “What’s going on…
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…
“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…
To get down from the mountain was much easier than to get up, now that we knew what to expect and we only stumbled from time to to over the crystalline heaps that had been the icewraiths. It wasn’t really far, after all – it had only appeared so endless a trek that first time.…
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