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Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [3.2/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-12 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)Unleash it. Unleash the beast if you want to live. It was his wolf who talked to him. But he couldn’t. Skjoll...Skjoll don’t know that I am a werewolf...
The wolf yelled in pain. The vampire had taken back her human form and her foot was on his hand, crushing it. Aside from her hood, the black rags that covered had been torn apart and she was nearly naked, even though her skin was coating with blood. Their blood. Vilkas’s eyes widened.
Skjoll!
He could hear the erratic beat of his arm. He was badly injured too.
You must unleash the beast if you want to save you... To save him!
“But... I can’t! If I do that he’ll... Sk-Skjoll will...” he babbled out.
The vampire tilted his head his monstrous eyes staring at Vilkas like if she could read through him.
“What...What in Oblivion are you....You fucking monster!”
He spat on her. Blood. It dropped on her cheek. He thought she would have licked it but she didn’t. He wondered why. Without a blink of eyes, he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder. Then he saw his greatsword stuck in. He yelled again.
“Vilkas!”
Skjoll. Oh no she-
“Skjoll! Run!” he cried out. “Leave me!”
She watched him then turned to face Skjoll, the moons revealing the paleness of her bare backside with their lights.
“Leave me and run!”
Skjoll didn’t listen to him. He charged at the undead. She avoided him easily and pinned him to the ground, mounting him.
“SKJOLL!” screamed Vilkas.
Under his skin, the wolf scratched, bitted. I can’t. Skjoll don’t know.
Vilkas tried to stand up but he couldn’t. He had bled too much. He couldn’t watch it. I can’t watch my friend being killed under my eyes.
He wanted to close his eyes. To turn away from the scene. But his eyes were locked on hers, on her terrible red eyes. The shrieking wind blew and her ripped cloak cracked in the cold air. Vilkas shivered. It looked like the huge, onyx wings she had before.
The vampire tore the slabs of Skjoll orcish armour with her bare hands. She bared his neck, touching it almost gently.
“Don’t touch him! Skjoll!” screamed Vilkas.
She locked his eyes on him for a moment. He continued to scream
“Don’t touch him! If you’ll do, I’ll rip you apart, can you hear me?!” his voice was raspy and he spat more blood. “Don’t touch him! Skjoll! SKJOLL!”
Skjoll didn’t even look at him. He was looking at her and held his breath. Vilkas could feel his heart. It was growing weak. He did loose lots of blood too.
“Skjoll!”
Unleash the beast.
“No... Please...No!” screamed Vilkas.
The tip of her tongue rolled over his neck.
“Skjoll!!”
She revealed her fangs.
“He saved you from me.” Was all she said to him before sinking her fangs into Skjoll’s neck.
“SKJOLL!”
He heard it. The carotid that breaks under the canines. The sound of the pouring blood inside the throat of the one who drinks like if he was thirsting.
He felt it. The heart that beats the pace of the caught prey. The predator’s noises of delight.
He saw it. The way the predator devours. The way the prey shivers.
And then he heard no more. Felt no more. Saw more. The predator vanished in the night and the prey laid one the stone. Agonizing, with two holes in its neck.
Unleash the beast.
And so he did. The skin tore apart and the limbs extended, smashing his wolf armour apart. The fur grew on his body, covering his skin. Nails to claws, teeth to fangs, man to wolf. Vilkas threw himself on Skjoll and quickly bite his paw to let his blood spill to Skjoll’s open mouth.
“Drrrrrink Skjoll...”
Few minutes after, a storm of black fur rose then ravaged its way to Whiterun under the lunar gazes of Masser and Secunda.
*
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-12 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)He sighed. He rested his head on the wooden door. The fire was dying in the hearth.
“Why, Shor...”
A tear fell down on his black gloves. He hit the door in rage.
“Why did you take him to your Hall?”
His question remained unanswered just like the last time he asked it. It had been a long time since he wore mourner’s clothes. He didn’t miss them.
The Harbinger left the banquet room and headed to his quarters. He listened carefully when he passed near Vilkas’s room, trying to hear any noises coming from it. But there was nothing to hear. A deathly silence had fell upon Jorrvaskr.
Kodlak laid on his bed, his limbs sore and his mind weakened by his insomnia. The old wolf inside has never slept. He closed his eyes, tried to sleep. His thoughts wandered to here and there.
“Someone! Help me! Please!”
He groaned. He didn’t want to remember. He buried his head in his pillow. He didn’t want to remember Vilkas’s scream.
”Vilkas? Gods, what-“
“KODLAK! Help me! Please!”
He turned to a side and to another, closing his eyes as if he tried to shut his own memories. But he couldn’t erase this scene from his mind. The wolf remembered the whole scene perfectly. Vilkas, half naked and covered in blood and rags holding Skjoll. Pale and bruised, the heart nearly muted.
”You have to save him Kodlak!
The Harbinger felt himself crying. Vilkas had cried too. He remembered sending Aela to the Temple of Kynareth. Skjoll’s breathes were but a breeze then instead of the blast Kyne gives to every Nord. It was at this moment that Kodlak knew Skjoll was going to die.
“Please, save him! Don’t let him die! Look there, there’s a healer! You’re going to feel better soon Skjoll! Hold on!”
Foolish hopes of the cub. Danica had made all she could but Skjoll was already walking Sovngarde shores when she entered Jorrvaskr.
”What’s happening?...Skjoll! Answer me Skjoll! Danica-”
“I’m sorry. He... He is dead.”
The howls of the young wolf, mourning. Vilkas had fainted in Farkas’s arms as he had tried to calm him. He was badly injured too, but the adrenaline of the beast-blood had seemed to immunize him to pain. Danica had taken him to his room to heal him. This might be the beginning of the heavy silence that floated upon Jorrvaskr.
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-12 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)A day had passed since Skjoll’s death in Vilkas’s arms. They took his body to the Hall of the Dead so that Andurs could prepare him for his burial. They will lit his pyre in two more days. Until then, Skjoll was resting in the tombs. The single thought sickened Vilkas. He was lying in his bed in foetal position. Farkas had stayed with him since Danica left him, holding him in his arms. He knew he could feel his sorrow.
*
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-12 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)“Never befriend with the whelps. I’ve told you this before Vilkas. They get killed so easily. The pack doesn’t need weaklings.”
Vilkas jumped at his throat.
*
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)Vilkas said nothing and stayed curled inside his brother’s arms. He couldn’t believe it.
Skjoll is dead.
He missed him.
He thought of what happened.
“I should have transformed. I should have saved him.”
He hid his tears in Farkas’s chest.
He thought of her platinum curls in the air. He shivered.
Skjoll is dead.
He should’ve listened to Skjor.
*
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [8/8]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-12 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)Kodlak told him the man met his end in the jaws of a saber cat after cleaning Soljund’s Sinkhole of its draugr.
“Now that I think about it...” he said to himself, opening the gates to the Catacombs “There was an elf who cleaned our Catacombs some time ago. What was her name?...”
It had been month ago, few hours before one of the fabled dragon attacked the city. The elf in her shiny armour offered to help him retrieve his Amulet in this cursed place.
“Ah, I can’t remember her name...”
He walked toward the preparation room where the body was waiting.
“Bah, it’s not important...”
Andurs opened the room.
Skjoll’s body had disappeared.
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A!A quick notes:
- Skjoll is a deformation of Skoll, the wolf that chases the sun in norse mythology. But it’s also the name of a disgusting beer and I didn’t want my OC to be associated with it.
- “Until the Light takes us” is Mallari’s series. “A Dream of Wolf in the Snow” is Skjoll’s one, even though I haven’t got any idea of fics for him at the moment.
- The vampire described here is my Ayleid OC, Mallari. She can hardened her bones and skin and model her body thanks to her ancestral power, “Moving flesh”. I'll explain it in another fic. I think.
- I didn’t want to write any Vilkas/Farkas/Companion stuff. But this just popped into my head during one of my insomnia so I tried to write it down. It was pretty hard to write these sparing, horror scene things in English but I did my best D: