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Minifill: DRAGONBORN LOVES
(Anonymous) 2013-04-23 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)---------------------------------------
It is a dark and stormy knight… Well, actually it is a Companion, walking the ramparts of Jorrvaskr, his gleaming armour gleaming in the moonlight. perhaps walking is not the right term to describe his movement, though he is neither strutting or marching, or indeed running. He is pacing nervously, even as his mind tells his heart that orders should be given to his feet to do some running. Of the very serious, very fast and very far away kind.
But he is head-strong and stubborn, and so he remains.
"Just for once I would like to act out of character," he mutters under his breath.
She glides up the stairs gracefully, this time only managing to floor Lucia and Heimskr on the path to the great mead hall. Some call her a barbarian, but only once to her face. Some very fortunate few even survived that first round of name-calling. Some forward thinkers call her a sorceress, while the very astute call her an eldritch spellsword. Her appearance is definitely eldritch.
She has inherited all the good qualities from her father. Like the ability to cleave a man's skull in two with a single sweep of her greataxe, while shouting profound, inspirational motivators to carry on with the fight. YOLO is a personal favourite. Anyway, despite the dexterity of a ruffled cat in a saucepan, she had not quite managed to dodge the ugly stick. Although with her healthy constitution, plummeting intelligence and barely thawed wisdom, she has wisely chosen to simply break it. Over the bridge of her nose.
Behind her walks, or rather crawls, her familiar, Pooky. Pooky had once been a svelte wolf, but years of inactivity and too many sweetrolls have robbed it of all athleticism. Pooky wheezes, its rheumy eyes scanning the immediate area for a convenient place to die. Not finding one, Pooky inches on stoically. Each step produces a little howl, like that of a poor soul dying. Pooky is, in fact, protesting loudly, but of course no one is fluent in wolf.
The orc opens her mouth to speak and time stands still. So does the Companion. Moonlight gleams mysteriously off the ivory of her short tusks. Halitosis rolls across the night air like a quartet of horsemen. The warrior gags, but with heroic effort he manages to keep his dinner.
"DRAGONBORN LOVES VILKAS," she whispers saucily. Her whisper is to a Shout what an ogre is to a giant. Kissing cousins, but of the teen rated variety.
The Companion stammers as his mind fights a protracted war with his heart. It lasts all of a moment or two and ends in attrition for both sides. Fortunately common sense outflanks his aura of courage and manages to get a message to his feet. It is short and terse, but it saves a lot of lives that day… night.
"Run! Run for our life!" it reads.
His feet, being in general agreement, do so. With astounding speed and dedication. Unfortunately, due to the lack of the mind's forces to stop them, it carries the hapless warrior over the edge of the Steel Forge’s outcrop. Bards from all across Skyrim will in later years sing the ballad of how Vilkas had been so enamoured of his beloved that he had thrown himself to certain death rather than face another day without her. They are all wrong.
The Dragonborn wails in anguish.
Pooky finally dies of subsequent fright.
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Tags: char:Vilkas, race:Orc.
Did I even do that properly...
Re: Minifill: DRAGONBORN LOVES
(Anonymous) 2013-04-23 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Minifill: DRAGONBORN LOVES
(Anonymous) 2013-04-24 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, Anon. Please fill the world with much more crack. I'll be sure not to be chewing on anything next time.
OP here!
(Anonymous) 2013-04-28 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)And this line: "Just for once I would like to act out of character," is amazing. Especially coming from Vilkas. Perfect. All the internets, my firstborn and a big slobbery thank you for such a great fill! :D
Re: a!a
(Anonymous) 2013-05-07 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)