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Werebear!DB/Circle member

[(Anonymous)]

So, according to some in-game lore, the werebear is apparently the most numerous kind of lycanthrope in Skyrim. Alas, we didn't get to see it and it looks like it's above modding skills.

Requesting a fill with a Dragonborn who sometime prior to joining the Companions became a werebear and is using the Ring of Hircine to both control his/her transformations, and any kind of conflict this brings during the Circle initiation, namely the DB being fine with being a bear. Admittingly would prefer M/F with a male Dragonborn and Aela since she's the one that's really devoted to staring a werewolf. Could go for fluff or mating season, no squicks beyond watersports and scat. Rough sex in particular would be great.

Any takers?

Re: Werebear!DB/Circle member

[(Anonymous)]

Haven't encountered a werebear yet, but I have this image in my head of the DB joining the Circle and then just going "Cool story, bro *yawn* *transforms*" and Aela's all "How do *I* getme some of that???"

In other words SECONDED! Because I cannot do this any kind of real justice.

Possible A!A!

[(Anonymous)]

Hi:
I am currently starting a fill for this. It is going to take a while since I write slow.

Re: Werebear!DB/Circle member

[(Anonymous)]

Anyone still interested in this? I am working on a fill but its very involved and I hope op is still around.

Werebear!DB/Circle member: OP here!

[(Anonymous)]

Wow, I forgot I made this prompt- totally still interested :D

Fill: Reljir and The Huntress Tags

[(Anonymous)]

Pairings M!DB/Aela

Kinks: Het,Jealousy,Angst, Romance, Fluff, Rough Sex,Werebear

Some altering of Cannon events and time line

Some altering of Redguard Cultural Reference to: Ansei,
Sword Singers and Spirit Swords

Reljir and The Huntress 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Prologue
It was much to quiet. One would expect the sounds of merriment, as the month long gathering of the Shadiing tribes came to a close. Alliances had been made, friendships renewed. However, as night
fell, the silence was palpable. Even the trees were still. A late summer snow dusted the area around the birthing cave. Vardan the bear, chieftain of the Keepers tribe stood alone watchful. Under normal circumstances the birth of his son would be a cause for celebration and revelry. But not this time, not this birth.

A distinct scent caught his attention, Iylse the shaman had joined him. She possessed an uncanny ability to move silently. Iylse was visually striking, yet uncomfortable to look upon. Nordic in appearance her snow white ankle length hair was a sharp contrast to the black robes she favored. Despite being blind her eyes always seemed to look through you. Such a one would be expected to be aged, withered. But Iylse the bear tribes youngest Keeper of Visions was barely out of her teens.

By summoning her to attend the birth of his son, Vardan had bestowed a great honor upon her. “They’re waiting for us”, she whispered in her gravely voice, her sightless eyes full of wisdom. Visibly pulling himself together Vardan accompanied her into the cave. Twin totems of the bear flanked the entrance. The walls echoed with the low healing chants of the mages. Torchlight flickered in the shadows causing the hieroglyphs to dance and move. Healing runes barely visible shimmered. An alter of Hircine dominated the center of the cave. The ceremonial chest holding gifts for the baby held a place of honor near alter.

His mate reclined on the birthing chair bundled in furs. Vardan approached the young half Redguard. Her dark hair was shaved close to her head. Intricate designs had been painted on her face and arms. Her unusual eyes seemed dull as she fought to keep them open. She smelled strongly of fatigue, herbs and the healing magic. Even in this state she was beautiful to him. Long had she labored to present him with his son. She raised slightly bloodshot eyes to him inquiring. He reached down and took her hand offering what support and comfort he could.

An ancient woman in bear skins pushed through the crowd bearing a wrapped bundle in her arms. She placed it on the alter and unwrapped it. The baby was tiny his head covered in red fuzz. He let out a yawn and closed his eyes. Vardan observed the baby inhaling deeply. A slight smile flickered on his face as he found what he was looking for. Finally he spoke, “his name shall be Reljir Mirel in honor of his mothers people”. The slightest stir went through the cave at his words. It was rare for a member of the bear tribe to be named for outsiders, even if the mother was of mixed blood. The baby was one of their own.

Vardan looked down at his son, “I shall be the one to teach him our history, our laws, our traditions.” He opened the ceremonial chest and removed an amulet which he placed around the baby’s neck. The amulet symbolized the wearer would be charged with seeking the ring of Hircine, returning it to the influence of the Bear Tribe. Vardan hesitated, the baby smelled of the Shadiing the werebear, he had inherited the gift. But, there was something else, a hint of scent hidden that eluded him. Vardan was well versed in the traits of the werebear. Even in human form he used his advanced sense of smell to define the world around him.

The second odor coming from the baby was unlike anything he had come across. It had a reverberation attached to it. Whatever it was it was powerful enough to cloak itself even from one as experienced as himself. Briefly he wondered if his son was a shapeshifer, able to assume different forms. But no that didn‘t fit either. True shapeshifers were more of a legend among the Shadiing. In those rare few born with the trait, the norm was for the bear spirit to dominate and the others remain dormant. A known shapeshifter able to assume different forms had never walked among the Shadiing in known history.

Reljir and The Huntress 1/a

[(Anonymous)]

Vardan would seek council with the elders. Perhaps answers could be found there. Meanwhile he had delayed the naming ceremony long enough. He turned to his mate helping her to her feet. She spoke her voice slightly melodious “ I shall be the one to teach him the ways of the Alik’r, the old magic, the lost arts. From the ceremonial chest, she withdrew an Alik’r hood and a carved scimitar sword which gleamed in the firelight. She laid both items at the feet of the baby. She gazed longingly at the baby. Vardan turned to the shaman “Its time to seek the vision”.

A calmness covered Iylse who came to kneel before the alter. She quietly pronounced her vision. “He shall not remain among us, he walks another path. He will serve Hircine, but another will be his true master. Ancient evil encroaches from beyond this plane. He will be the hope of all Tamriel in vanquishing that evil. Later in life he will lead a lycanthrope army against a threat coming from the direction of the Summerset Isles”. Vardan looked at his sleeping son, such tiny shoulders upon which to rest the faith of the world. He only hoped he would have the strength and wisdom to fulfill his destiny. The healing chants were replaced by a woeful keening as the bear tribe along with Vardan mourned the difficult times ahead.

Reljir and The Huntress 1b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Note: for this story the word Shadiing refers to the werebear. According to my research Lycantrope can be used for any were creature but is most often associated with the werewolf. I needed the were bear to have their own unique word.
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Twenty Years Later
Reljir was standing on a hill near Pelagia Farm when the scent hit him. Distinctly feminine with woodsy undertones it permeated the air teasing his senses. He inhaled deeply immersed in it, loving it, captivated by it. He stilled when he realized what was happening. Blindsided! even in human form he could recognize the scent of his mate. The male Shadiing, was most often a solitary creature until mated. Pair bonds among the werebear were for life.

Reljir honed in on the sounds of fighting. In a cabbage field below him he could see three warriors surrounding a giant. With all of the activity it was hard to tell which female was emitting the scent. Reljir moved in positioning himself to intervene if necessary. Although tempted he did not join the fray. Among the Shadiing such behavior would be seen as a challenge to the participants. One did not enter a fight uninvited. The two nords were skilled fighters. The imperial seemed untrained. Suddenly the giant dropped with a loud crash scattering the dirt around it. It was the male nord who finished it off.

Reljir approached the group, the small nord female coming to meet him. He presented his hands palms up cupped in the traditional Ansei greeting of peaceful intentions. The nord looked at him oddly before berating him “Well that’s taking care of no thanks to you”.

He could discern hints of beast blood in her now familiar scent and realized it was unknown. She was not Shadiing. Reljir studied her debating his response. She was quite striking, but he would not call her beautiful. Her armor revealed much of her toned body. He had never seen hair as vividly red as hers. He decided he liked her warpaint. The three slashes reminded him of a bear paw. But it was her eyes that captured his attention, sparkling gray almost silver extremely expressive. She was not impressed with his actions.

Reljir inclined his head “ Then I ask pardon little warrior, you didn’t appear to need any help.” The woman raised her eyebrows but answered, “Certainly not. But a true warrior would have relished the opportunity to take on a giant. That's why I'm here with my Shield-Brothers”. Reljir approved of her censuring him. She demanded a strong mate as was proper. The red haired female was his, she just didn’t know it yet.

Re: Fill: Reljir and The Huntress 1c/?

[(Anonymous)]

Reljir was unfamiliar with the term. “What is a shield-brother?”. “Ah a newcomer, eh? Never heard of the companions?”. She asked. “We are an order of true warriors bound in honor. If you’re looking for us to solve a problem, the coin must be good” she taunted her eyes moving pointedly over his shabby armor.

Reljir was not overly concerned about his gear. His personal belongings had been stripped from him when he was caught in an ambush. His fate was the chopping block. The timely interruption of a dragon had saved his life. He managed to conceal his ring of Hircine but the rest was lost.

He noticed the woman was glaring at him. Unsure of his offense, he sought to make amends. “You have made your point lit…” he broke off. The male nord shook his head almost imperceptibly. “What are you called?” he finally asked. It was the Imperial who answered “You are addressing Aela the huntress ”.

Reljir tested the name on his tongue “Aela.” It suited her. The dark haired female inserted herself between the two of them. “I’m Ria”. She was attractive for an Imperial with interesting war paint. She moved closer almost rubbing herself against him. The invitation was clear. “You seem to be a fine warrior. You should join”.

Reljir was confused. Although he couldn’t detect any beast blood, she smelled of male were. All of his instincts told him that she was mated. The two nords exchanged glances before springing into action. Aela looped her arm through Ria’s and literally dragged her a good distance away. The male nord moved closer protective of the females.

Reljir read the group dynamics perfectly. The two nords were guarding the interests of Rias mate. He stepped backwards a universal gesture of assent among the were creatures. The male nord nodded “You seem honorable come join. Be a companion”.

Aela cut in “Farkas! that’s not for us to say!”. She turned to Reljir “If you want to see true warriors come to Jorrvaskar. Talk to the old man Kodlak Whitemane.” She turned away and headed towards the city dragging the young Imperial with her. Reljir decided that the offer sounded good “Where do I find Jorrvaskar?”.

Aela stopped “ If you’re looking to join be warned, Kodlak has a good sense of people, you may walk with us. When you talk to Kodlak good luck!” Her tone suggested he would need it. Reljir found her words amusing. Didn’t she know her scent was a beacon to him? He would follow wherever she led.

Reljir and The Huntress 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

The walk to the city gates took about twenty minuets. Farkus fell back to talk with Reljir. An easy camaraderie sprung between the two males. They ended up debating the merits of two handed vs. duel welding fighting styles. Reljir wondered what he would make of the sword singers combat style. Show off! He chided himself sternly. He didn’t want to imagine his mothers reaction were he to reveal his spirit sword. She had spent years teaching him to summon and weld it properly. The sword singers were a small and secret order. Very few were privy to the old magic and traditions.

At the gate the guard greeted the companions and waved the group through. Once inside the city, Reljir broke off from the others promising Farkus to stop by later. He took in the city. It was clean and in good repair. People bustling about, children playing tag. An Imperial and the town blacksmith were arguing. A few guards were standing around gossiping.

He continued up the road towards the marketplace. Bypassing the stalls he went into the general store to sell the pelts and game he had haunted the last few days. He purchased a set of used iron armor. He had a few coins left to last him a couple of days. If he did not find the Kutta House soon he would take on jobs to support himself. He was considering offering his services to the blacksmith who had been complaining of being over worked.

Reljir debated stopping for a bath and a shave before presenting himself at Jarvaskar. Vanity won out and he stepped into the local inn coming face to face with an older redguard dressed in scaled armor with braided hair. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. There was something here he should recognize. The redguard regarded him thoughtfully, visibly startled when he saw his tattoos.
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Note: Kutta House= A safe house established by the Anesi

Reljir and The Huntress 2a/?

[(Anonymous)]

The redguard regarded him thoughtfully, visibly startled when he saw his tattoos. He smiled slightly as if aware of something Reljir was not. The Ansei were trained to be patient and observant. Reljir crossed his arms and waited. The redguard nodded in approval before presenting his hands palms up cupped.

He offered the traditional greeting “Armen Li Kutta welcomes house Mirel, may I be of service?”. Reljir felt his tension increase. This was the Keeper of the Kutta House! There was more to Armen than met the eye. He was skilled in weaponless fighting. It was evident in his stance.

Reljir presented his hands and returned the greeting “House Mirel accepts the hospitality of Li Kutta”. He stood his ground aware he was being weighed. Armen lowered his head in a slight bow and Reljir felt the tension leave his body. He had been accepted.

The Keepers of the Kutta only served those they found worthy. They were know to test the limits of warriors who didn’t measure up. The older man indicated the door and Reljir fell into step besides him. The two walked in silence for a bit. Armen avoided the main road taking the back path towards a small house tucked away in the residential district.

Reljir could smell the Kutta house long before Armen opened the door. The familiar scent of Venison stew flavored with roast leeks reminded him of home. He almost forgot his manners and failed to greet the woman reading in a corner whom Armen introduced as his wife Saffir. Armen was suddenly all business asking Reljir to help him move the bed and rugs covering the hidden trapdoor leading to a secret underground chamber.

The small room was filled with crates and chests almost to the roof. Everything was magically sealed. There was very little walking space and the two men had to climb over some barrels to reach the items belonging to house Mirel.

Reljir and The Huntress 2b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Armen stood back quietly. He appeared relaxed but Reljir knew better. He was ready to strike should anything seem amiss. It fell to Reljir to disarm the house Mirel protective seals. He ran his hands along the tops of several chests until he found a particular carving described by his mother. He slowly and methodically began to weave the spell backward. He had to concentrate and a sheen of sweat covered him when he heard the small popping sound of the seal breaking.

He flung open the lid . The chest was almost filled with coins and jewels save a few items on top. He removed two large pouches of coins. He handed one to Armen. Next he found a beautifully carved scimitar sword housed in a tooled leather scabbard. Finally he reverentially removed the Alik’r hood.

Armen gasped coming closer to look at the unique weave of the fabric. It was subtle unnoticeable unless one knew what to look for. Reljir saw the tiny flash of fear in his eyes and felt saddened feeling the weight of his rank. Armen found his voice “ Warrior! How did you come to possess such a thing? It is forbidden to all save the sword-singers!”.

Reljir settled for the truth “A prophecy heralded my birth. I will attract great conflict during my lifetime. Therefore, I began my training much earlier than is customary. A restless prideful spirit resides within my soul. It aided me in learning to form the Shehai.” Armen wasn’t buying it. “Just who are you? You are way to young to be a master!.”

Reljir sighed coming to his feet. He moved slowly aware of Armens hand hovering near his sword . He didn’t want any accidents. He unfastened his breastplate and removed it. Pulling his linen under tunic over his head, he revealed his upper body and the rest of his tattoos. Armen just stared at him, his eyes riveted on the tattoos. He opened his mouth then closed it. Finally he dropped to one knee and lowered his head. “It will be my honor to serve house Mirel.” Reljir smiled slightly. “What can you tell me about the companions?.”

Reljir and The Huntress 2c/?

[(Anonymous)]

Reljir smiled slightly. “What can you tell me about the companions?.”

Reljir had a new spring to his step when he emerged from the Kutta house. Armen had proved true to his word providing amenities such as food, rest, and hot water for bathing. He had even sent Saffir to purchase clothing. Reljir had gladly parted with more coins to cover his expenses. He also promised Armen he would retrieve his family sword soon. The men had parted on amicable terms, Reljir wanting to visit Jorrvaskar before it got to late.

He noticed the looks he was getting from the townspeople and smiled slightly to himself. Armens women had good taste in clothing with a flare for the dramatic. Dressed completely in black, only his sword and carefully groomed reddish beard provided relief against his outfit. He knew the look suited him. In his opinion it wasn’t vanity that he had spent so much time making sure every detail was perfect. He wanted to impress Aela and was willing to do what he must. It didn’t take him long to find the building shaped like an overturned ship.


Reljir squared his shoulders before he pushed open the warped doors of Jarvaskar and entered. The mead hall was impressive. Mostly aged wood, a large fire pit surrounded by tables dominated the center of the room. Off to the side a fist fight was going on between a thin dunmer male and a stocky nord female. Several people stood around offering advice and making bets.

Ria the Imperial from earlier was in a corner with a male nord who had to be Farkas’s twin Vilkas. She looked like she had been crying and was obviously receiving a tongue-lashing from the him. Reljir decided to stay out of it. The two were mated. It was none of his business. Farkas was leaning against the back wall tankard in hand watching the fight.

Reljir spotted Aela sitting in a chair with an annoyed look on her face. He relaxed crossing his arms waiting for her to notice him. He felt eyes boring into his back and turned slightly to see a balding nord watching him watch Aela. He instinctively knew he was facing the alpha of this group. The werebear were solitary creatures. There were no true alphas among the Shadiing. However, fighting over territory between dominate males was common.
The nord was staking his claim on Aela; it was written all over him. Briefly Reljir wondered if she was mated and he had misread the signs. But no he was positive she was not marked. He felt his bear spirit stirring unable to resist answering the unspoken threat issued by the nord. He was glad he was wearing his ring of Hircine. Now was not the time to fight the bear spirit aided by that other dominant spirit for control. By stepping foot into Jorrvaskar to woo Aela, he had unwittingly issued a challenge.

The alpha was not backing down. He moved deliberately placing himself between Reljir and Aela who seemed yet unaware of the situation. The male lycanthropes noticed though. And yes clearly he was dealing with werewolves! Their armor told its own story.

He was surprised they hadn’t honed in on his nature. He would smell their response if they had. Although they all shared Hircines gifts, apparently the Shadiing gifts being hereditary gave him a slight edge.

Vilkas had turned to watch the standoff. He appeared alert and cautious. Farkas had straightened up and was watching Reljir warily, no help there. This was his alpha. Reljir wondered wildly if the three of them were about to jump him. Meanwhile, his bear sprit was stirring aggressively despite his ring of Hircine. Things had rapidly spun out of control!

Re: Fill: Reljir and The Huntress Tags

[(Anonymous)]

Meanwhile, his bear sprit was stirring aggressively despite his ring of Hircine. Things had rapidly spun out of control!

Reljir was disciplined enough to pause and consider his options. Getting into a brawl would hinder his acceptance into this group. He was unclear on what type of relationship Aela and the alpha enjoyed. Reljir was painfully aware he had started the whole thing. In his excitement over Aela he had let his emotions rule him. He had failed to assess the situation before rushing in blindly.

He would have to swallow his pride and back down. He allowed himself a little slack. Most of his life had been spent in training with warriors and studying the old magic. Surely he could be forgiven that lost of control due to finding this girl. A roar through the crowd interrupted his thoughts. The stocky nord had won her fight. Farkas took advantage of the disruption to rush over and greet him effectively ending the standoff. “Reljir! Are you looking for Kodlak? You will find him down the stairs”.

Reljir realized every eye in the room was on him. The stocky nord sauntered over “I’ll take you to Kodlak”. However, Reljir only had eyes for Aela. She looked impressed in spite of herself that he had shown up. Looking him up and down with a uncommitted smile on her face she said “Good luck Warrior”. He approached her stopping directly in front of her.

Reljir turned his head slightly sideways almost posing. He was a tall and well built, muscular but not bulky. Tattoos decorated his arms exposed by his pushed up sleeves. His warm brown bedroom eyes mixed well with his pleasant facial features. He turned back to her locked eyes and breathed deeply taking in her scent. He reached out as if to stroke her hair unthinkingly. She looked startled but then rewarded him with a cheeky grin.
Ignoring the stunned silence, he smiled at her before allowing the other nord woman to lead him towards the stairs. Reljir refused to look the Alpha. He didn’t want to be seen as gloating. He hadn’t learned anything in the last few minuets he scolded himself.

Reljir and The Huntress 3/? is posted above sorry didnt update title

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry I hit submit before updating title 3/? is posted just about this.

Reljir and The Huntress 3a/?

[(Anonymous)]

He hadn’t learned anything in the last few minuets he scolded himself.

Reljir followed the woman down the stairs through double doors into a large stone hall with an arched ceiling. At the end of the hall they entered a cozy room. The walls were lined with shelves and weapons display cases. Reljir was drawn to the older nord warrior who was leaning back in his chair reading a book. His illness was etched on his face. He straightened up watching the two of them approach.

Reljir bowed his head slightly in respect for the elder before walking forward to greet him. He caught the flicker of surprise almost recognition in the old mans eyes. “Njada you bring a stranger to our home” Kodlak stated the obvious. The old man wore a neutral expression but Reljir could smell his emotions. Kodlak was watching him with a sense of comfortable familiarity. It was almost like he was welcoming a long lost friend. Kodlak asked Njada to send Vilkas down. She flounced out of the room banging the door shut behind her.

Kodlak chuckled before turning to the younger man “What brings a Shadiing to our hall?”. Reljir was not surprised he sensed the werebear. Kodlak was older and more experienced than the rest of Hircines children residing at Jorrvaskar. Here was a warrior he could respect. “I would like to join the companions”. Kodlak watched him with a feeling of expectation. “Would you now? Come lets get a look at you”.

Reljir walked further into the light presenting his hands. He saw the exact moment the older man noticed his tattoos. Everything changed. Kodlak was suddenly guarded, watchful, he could even sense the older mans beast trying to surface. “Now here’s something I never expected to see! Ansei in Skyrim! You are far from home warrior!.”

It was Reljirs turn to be shocked. For an outsider to recognize his tattoos was unprecedented. “Be easy old warrior, I was drawn to Skyrim to complete my wilderness trek. In the name of virtue I will right wrongs, champion just causes, such is the way of the Ansei. Destiny brings me here in ways yet unknown to me.”

Reljir noticed tears in the old warriors eyes “you are welcome here. But you must complete the normal trials to join”. Reljir nodded in relief he had been worried. Kodlak had more to say “That you are Shadiing and Ansei will remain between the two of us”. Reljir was not inclined to argue. The old man had his reasons.

Reljir and The Huntress 3b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Reljir was not inclined to argue. The old man had his reasons.

There was a knock on the door and Vilkas entered without waiting. Kodlak cleared his throat “Ah here’s Vilkas”. Turning back to Reljir he asked “How are you in combat?”. Reljir answered with out thinking “I am a master trained to the….”. He broke off “I can handle myself”. Vilkas spoke “Master surely you’re not actually considering accepting him!”. Kodlak frowned “I am nobody’s master, and he might be just what we need around here. Last time I looked we had space in Jorrvaskr for those with a fire in their heart .”

Vilkas didn’t seem inclined to agree “Apologies but we don’t know anything about this outsider!”. Kodlak seemed tired “Vilkas take him to the yard and test his arm”. Reljir suspected the mans hostility towards him personally had to do with Ria. However, he could sense the unrest simmering just under the surface. Vilkas was a troubled man. He pointedly ignored Reljir as he led him upstairs and outside to the training yard behind the building. Farkus and a few others came out to watch. Aela and the alpha were conspicuously absent.

Reljir noticed the first crack in the ice when he withdrew his scimitar sword. Vilkas was openly curious about it. Playing a hunch he offered to show it to the older man. Vilkas warmed a little admiring the sword. Reljir told him a little of its history. It had been passed down in his family for generations. His mother had presented it to him as a baby. Then she had it safely stored away until such a time it was needed. Reljir wondered at her insight in sending it to the Skyrim Kutta.

Vilkas invited him to have a few swings at him. Reljir studied his opponents form and offered perfectly balanced swings designed to show the range of his talent. Vilkas allowed a few swings before ending the exercise. He complimented Reljir on his form; adding that although he was good he was still a whelp and had to follow orders. Then he attempted to hand over his sword ordering the younger man to have it sharpened.

Reljir didn’t want to start a conflict . Nor did he intend to be a pushover. He decided to be playful about it. He crossed his arms about to refuse, when he saw Vilkas glance towards the porch where Ria was watching. Reljir grinned at him. Let him save face in front of his woman. He reached out and snatched the sword before heading to the Sky forge.

Reljir and The Huntress 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Reljir studied Aelas shield before making his way to the living quarters of Jorrvaskr. Meeting Eorlund up at the Sky forge had been educational. Once he realized Reljir was the newest companion, the old blacksmith had discussed the companions hierarchy in great detail. Then he began to gossip revealing personal tidbits about the companions.

Reljir learned the alpha’s name Skjor. He found out Aela had been admiring an ebony bow acquired from an adventurer. It was expensive, but he felt it was worth the coins. Eorlund promised to send it over to the Drunken Huntsman to be cleaned an refurbished . It would be ready in a few days.

The Sky Forge itself fascinated Reljir. Its old natural magic was tied to the land. Ansei warriors were taught basic blacksmithing. He knew how to make and repair his weapons and armor. Eorlund had agreed to teach him advanced blacksmithing in exchange for coin and help with the small labor intensive jobs around the forge.

He had agreed to deliver a shield to Aela. Eorlund needed to attend to his wife who was in mourning. Tilma the caretaker of Jorrvaskr, directed him to Aela’s rooms. Her door was ajar and opened further when he knocked. Reljir found her bedroom gave clues to the personality of Aela herself.


The walls were decorated with animal pelts and a pair of large antlers. A weapons display case highlighted an elven bow and a dog-eared copy of The Marksmanship Lesson. A table pushed into a corner displayed a couple of animal pelts. Reljir had the impression they were prized trophies.

However, it was Aela herself that most captured his attention. She pinned him with those gray eyes of hers and asked “Is your blood running hot?”. Blindsided! “You are making it hotter” he answered in a suggestive tone. Skjor standing just behind Aela had just taken a swig of mead. He choked spewing mead everywhere.

Aela briefly looked over her shoulder at him, before turning back to Reljir. “I knew I recognized a hunter in you!’. It was unclear if she was suggesting herself as prey. Meanwhile, Skjor had regained control of himself and was looking at Reljir with something akin to pity. He mouthed the words “you have it bad!” before stepping forward to massage Aela’s shoulders.
“Our newest whelp has a crush on you” he said throwing Reljir a triumphant glance.

He had underestimated his competition. The male werebear were very open about courtship. Reljir didn’t mind Aela knowing he wanted her. He didn’t even attempt to hide his feelings when he looked into her eyes. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. She blushed seemingly at a lost for words. Feeling her tension, Reljir offered her the shield.

She seemed eager to change the subject “Ah good I’ve been expecting this. So the old man saw something in you”. Skjor followed Aela’s lead “You impressed Vilkas with your arm whelp. That’s not an easy feat.. ” He frowned as he realized he had complimented his rival. Aela smirked “I heard about that. You really Trounced him eh?”. “I wouldn’t say that around Vilkas” Skjor suggested . Aela said “He deserved it; he was getting bigheaded”. She turned to Reljir “So tell me could you take Vilkas in a real fight?”. Reljir lowered his head modestly “I don’t like to be boastful”. The three of them laughed.

Aela suggested they call Farkus to show Reljir around and introduce him to the others. He would have been content to stay and hang out with her. But he went along with it. The next few days passed quickly as Reljir settled in and began bonding with the companions. It started with Ria and Njada. Impressed by his fight with Vilkas, they asked to train with him.

Farkas had jumped into the mix, happy to have a skilled training partner. Vilkas began by hanging around the porch watching the two of them train. But even he was not proof against the temptation to train with Reljir. Aela had been out on a job with Athis. By the time they returned Reljir had left for Broken Fang Cave his first job as a companion. Two days later he returned tired and dirty; and that’s when things really got interesting.

Reljir and The Huntress 4a/?

[(Anonymous)]

It was well after midnight when Reljir climbed the steps towards Jarvaskar. He took a detour to the small structure near the training yard which housed the kitchen and bathing area. A large fireplace complete with a cooking spit dominated the back wall. Herbs and garlic hung from the rafters. Barrels of cooking ingredients and crates filled with mead lined one wall. The opposite wall held a cupboard and an area for dishwashing. A table used as a work surface was in the middle of the room.

Near the entrance was a tub pushed against the wall, a shelf containing cloths for bathing and drying, and a small table with a large basin on it. The fire had been banked but it was still warm in the room. Tilma had left buckets of warm water near the fireplace. He poured water into the basin near the door before stripping down to his loincloth. He began to wash his body, removing the grime from the journey. He was engrossed in his bath when he heard a noise and then her scent hit him.

Alea had spent the afternoon hunting testing out her ebony bow. She had considered returning it, but was afraid to offend her new shield-brother. He was an outsider and she didn’t know his customs. Plus she hadn’t seen him since she discovered the bow. Njada had been happy to tell her the source of the gift. And so she had tested it. It was perfectly balanced but also covered with his scent. She didn’t quite know what to make of Reljir except his scent affected her in ways she refused to analyze.

He was easy to look at with a natural charisma. Lately he had managed to occupy her thoughts to a disturbing degree. She had even found herself comparing him to Skjor. Skjor was safe, comfortable. Reljir seemed kind and soft-spoken, but everything about him screamed danger in a way that enticed her and her wolf spirit. She felt pent up and on edge. Skjor must have sensed that because he suggested a different type of hunt. And what a hunt! Skjor was bigger than her in wolf form running ahead to bring down an elk.

She was approaching the kill when she got a whiff of his pheromones. Suddenly she stopped confused. Her wolf seemed to be cringing repelled by the alpha male. She started to back away slowly. Skjor didn’t seem to notice. He was to busy feasting on the elk. She headed home. It was past midnight when Aela emerged from the underforge. Still caught in the euphoria of the hunt she made her way up to the training yard. She caught a familiar irresistible scent which she felt compelled to follow. She stopped just inside the kitchen her eyes riveted on the man in front of her.

Reljir stood over the wash basin facing away from the door. His entire back was covered with an exquisitely detailed tattoo of an unknown mythical winged creature holding a curved sword. The creature featured a tail which disappeared into the waistband of his loincloth only to emerge from the bottom and wrap around his leg. The movement of his muscles made the tattoo appear to move as if it were alive.

The scene woke something salacious in her. She felt the urge to run her tongue across the creature lapping up the water running down his back . His hands went to his loincloth fingers fiddling with the ties. Her mouth went dry, she let out a breath. He stilled turning to look over his shoulder locking eyes with her. She realized he was not wearing his Alik’r hood. He looked younger his dark reddish hair wet and dripping. Her wolf felt almost giddy as it started to stir heating her blood. Later she would never be able to say what urged her to ask “Do you have a woman in your life?”.

Reljir and The Huntress 4b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Aela watched him to see what effect her words had. His gaze was intimate as if his eyes were making love to hers. There was a long moment broken only by the sound of their breathing. She began to wonder if he was going to answer her. “what do you think?” he asked softly. She was fascinated by his face; it had character. Her eyes lingered on his lips. She raised one hand to run her thumb along his lower lip imagining their first kiss. It would start out softy and deepen becoming more passionate.

He had veiled his eyes seemingly content to let her touch him. She remembered how bold he had been in approaching her. “Now you are shy?” she teased. His eyes caught hers and held; he had the most expressive eyes she had ever gazed into. It was like he was baring his soul, holding back nothing. “Aela you’re so lovely” he said his voice barely above a whisper. She felt a smile teasing her lips “now you’re flattering me”.

She leaned closer feeling the heat radiating from him. Just as their lips were about to meet, Skjor cleared his throat; “how touching! Aela I need to speak with you.” Aela stiffened had he followed her here? She turned to see him standing in the doorway, watching the two of them coldly. Her features twisted slightly. “Now? Can’t it wait?” She asked. Skjor was adamant “It‘s important.”

Aela was in no mood to listen to him. But, he was her alpha. If the pack started ignoring their alpha it could be dangerous. She turned to Reljir “its important”. He started to reply but seemed to think the better of speaking and nodded. She seethed as she followed Skjor into the hall of the living quarters.

Abruptly he backed her into the wall in a show of dominance. She snarled but realized he was not backing down. She had two choices. She could challenge him for alpha or control her temper and listen to what he had to say. She lowered her eyes and lifted her chin, presenting her neck.

A few minuets passed before he seemed satisfied and stepped back. “Aela you do realize you were still under the lust of the hunt?” He asked. She relaxed a bit “At first yes, but it wore off”. He looked thoughtful as if considering her answer. His expression became guarded “So you plan to be with him?". She tried to reassure him “I don’t know, but whatever I decide, I‘m a big girl”.

His face became a bitter mask. “What about us?” He had managed to surprise her. Their brief affair had ended long ago. However, he had been her friend and hunting buddy for years. She didn’t want to hurt him, but refused to give false hope. “There is no us ” she reminded him gently.

She reached for his hand but he shook her off saying “Aela once you sleep with him, he will leave you for the next woman!. He has already been fickle to women in Whiterun even Njada!. ” She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, badly shaken by his last statement. She really wanted to explore this chemistry between herself and Reljir.

Skjor knew he was misleading her but he didn’t trust Reljir. As for Aela, he had her first and didn’t intend to give her up. Meanwhile, her eyes remained tightly closed refusing to look at him. “Aela at least think about it”. he suggested before leaving her there. He needed time to think.

Reljir and The Huntress 4c/?

[(Anonymous)]

As soon as Skjor left Aela, he headed to the Bannared Mare. There were few patrons this early so he practically had the place to himself. He sit down to consider what had just happened. He had almost lost control when he discovered Aela with the Whelp. He could have seriously hurt her or been hurt himself.

He realized part of it was Reljir himself he objected to. Of all the men in Whiterun, why did Aela have to choose him? The man didn’t behave like a proper whelp. He was invading his territory, showing him up. He had all but taken over training the young ones. The twins were constantly singing his praises. Torvar had stopped drinking so much and was taking his training seriously.

Even Kodlak was keeping secrets from him about this outsider. Skjor had attempted to discuss his concerns with the harbinger. However, Kodlak stated Reljir would play a critical role in the companions and refused to discuss it further.

Skjor decided he would regain the upper hand. He would bide his time and convince Aela to offer Reljir the beast blood. Then the whelp would be forced to submit to him as his alpha. As for the crush Reljir had on Aela, maybe he just needed another woman to focus on.

All the companions except the circle were aware Njada had a crush on Reljir. Skjor himself had found out by listening to them gossip. He would encourage Njada to chase the Whelp. She rarely faltered once she set her mind on something. For Skjor none of this was personal. He was simply protecting his territory.

Skjor found Reljir sparring with Farkas in the training yard shortly after breakfast. It was a beautiful morning. The aroma of cooking fires all over Whiterun wafted in the air. Voices drifted from the square where the vendors were setting up for the day. He joined Vilkas and Ria who were on the porch watching the training. He had never watched Reljir train and he needed to know what he was dealing with.

Reljir and The Huntress 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Reljir fought well, perfectly balanced. Farkas being the taller of the two had a reach advantage. It didn’t help him. No matter what thrust he tried, Reljirs curved sword was there to meet it in a way that seemed effortless. Reljir moved his body with a gracefully harmony, more like a dancer than a lethal warrior. Skjor began to understand what the twins saw in Reljir. The whelp was good. He’d give him that.

The temptation to test his skills against the younger man was compelling. Vilkas threw Skjor a knowing look when he began to warm up. “now we’re in for a treat” was all he said though. Farkas broke off from the training and came over to slap Skjor on the back. “Have fun” he said before exchanging looks with Vilkas.

Skjor didn’t know what that was all about, but he didn’t have time to worry about it. Right now he had to focus on the training. Reljir politely inclined his head and greeted him in a rather formal manner, before taking up a fighting stance. At first the two men made tentative strikes to get the feel of each other.

Reljir moved with a flawless grace that was both uncanny and ruthless. Skjor realized he was facing a master. He wondered how such a young man had developed this level of skill. He was impressed, but he felt his experience gave him a slight edge. There were some things only experience could teach.

Skjor decided to educate his shield-brother. He knew his moves were sharper and less graceful but equally effective. Once the sparring began in earnest, he realized the two of them were evenly matched. He may not be able to thrash Reljir, but he had made his point. Reljir would realize he was dealing with a capable warrior due the proper respect.

He lowered his sword and said “you’re very skilled”. Reljir lowered his sword also “You are very talented as well”. Vilkas came to stand next to Skjor and said “If you’re finished let me have a go at cracking his head”. Skjor was thoughtful as he joined the others on the porch. He had learned what he wanted to know. It was time to arrange a testing for Reljir. Then he would work on Njada.

Reljir and The Huntress 5a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Reljir was in the kitchen helping Tilma. It was the one place he could avoid Njada. She had been following him around lately making excuses to be wherever he was. Aela had been avoiding him.

It had been an interesting few days. He had kept his promise and retrieved Armens sword from a bandit infested cave. He looked up when Ria entered the kitchen “There you are, Skjor is looking for you’ she said. Reljir was curious, he turned to Tilma “I should go see what he wants”. She waved him off “go on I can finish here”.

Reljir had grown fond of Tilma. At first she had refused his help saying she was the servant. But once she realized he was a competent helper, she had relented; now they were becoming friends. He found Skjor polishing armor in the training yard. “You sent for me?” he asked. Skjor looked up at him “Your time has arrived”. Reljir raised his eyebrows he had no idea what the other man was talking about.

Skjor went on to explain that a fragment of Wuuthrad, the legendary battleaxe once welded by Ysgramor founder of the companions, had been discovered. Reljir was tasked with retrieving it from the barrow called Dustmans Crain. Farkas was to be his shield-brother.

Skjor emphasized that if he completed the mission with honor he would become a full member of the companions. Reljir was deeply touched by the mission. He had been surrounded by legends, myths and prophecies his whole life. It seemed fitting that his initiation into the companions would involve a legendary battleaxe.


It was still an hour before sunrise when Reljir awoke the next morning. He hastily dressed and went to wake Farkas to began the two day trek to Dustmans Cairn. All of the companions even Kodlak had gathered to see them off. Vilkas gave a short speech about the history of Wuuthrad. Aela admonished her shield-brothers to stay safe and uphold the honor of the companions. Reljir took her words to heart. He felt fortunate to have found and been accepted into this body of warriors.

Reljir and The Huntress 5b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Reljir and Farkas entered Dustmans Cairn setting off a chain of events which ended in the fight of their lives. The two warriors proceeded with caution once they noticed someone had been there recently.

Although the place was crawling with draugr, the first rooms had been relatively easy to get through. The second chamber caused the hairs on Reljirs neck to stand up. He could smell magic and malevolence in the air. The only exit was blocked by a gate.

They found a small cell with a lever obviously some type of trap. They attempted to circumvent it by wedging wood from a nearby chest into the doorway to prevent the gate from closing. Reljir entered the cell and pulled the lever.

The gate crashed down splintering the wood. It turned out to be more rotted than he realized. He found himself locked in the cell. Farkas was left alone to fight a group of attackers. He later learned they were werewolf hunters called the Silver Hand. Fortunately his shield-brother had the presence of mind to use his wolf form.

Reljir learned from Farkas that the circle kept its wolf blood secret from the rest of the companions. For Reljir the incident confirmed what he already knew. The circle were werewolves. The shield-brothers took their time fighting their way through the Sliver Hand and draugr one room at a time. Reljir noticed that deeper into the barrow the draugr were harder to fight. Some even carried ebony weapons and cried out forceful burst of energy.



It all came to a head once they reached the final room. Reljir noticed a curved wall with unknown runes smelling of potent magic. He had encountered a similar Wall in Bleak Falls Barrow. He had been hired by a shopkeeper to retrieve a stolen gold claw. He thought back on what he had learned that day. He realized they would fight the main battle here.

He could sense a number of draugr, but the tombs were inaccessible. The fragments of Wuuthrad rested on a pedestal; there would likely be traps attached to them. Reljir ignored the talking wall and Farkas secured the fragments. All hell broke loose.

Farkas and Reljir fought back to back as they were swarmed with many draugr at once. Even so they were almost overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. Patience, skill and brute force won the day. Just when Reljir thought it was over he felt compelled to approach the carved wall.

He knew what to expect. A low chanting emerged from the wall and the runes started to glow. The chanting grew louder seeming to etch itself on his memory. He felt dizzy and the next thing he knew Farkas was pressing a water skin to his mouth. He felt disoriented and realized he was leaning against the curved wall. He struggled to sit up taking in the carnage all around him. “What was that?” Farkas asked. Reljir didn’t have an answer for him. He didn’t understand it himself.