Eyes on the Future: 13. Lost

He is gone. They’re both gone. No move, no sound, no breath is left. A small trickle of red runs from the corner of his mouth down his chin and vanishes behind his ear, the snow beneath him molten from the blood that has washed the life from his body. Just his eyes are still…

Eyes on the Future: 1. Witnesses

His name was Harrald, he was the son of Falkreath’s smith, and he was the man of my dreams. At the age of 12 he was already nearly a man, and he was strong, strong enough to blow the bellows at his father’s forge for hours on end. He had fiery red hair that stood…

Eyes on the Enemy: 23. A Proposal

“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…

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…