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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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From: (Anonymous)

A stab of panic tumbles through her insides as the wolf sits, docile as a babe, by the shadowed figure's feet. Her tail thumps a beat against the floor, and throws up little puffs of dust. Her golden eyes look back at Gabrielle, blink once, and turn away again, quite disinterested.

Something is very odd about the picture the shadow and his wolf present. Something not very right.

“Kyne was keeping watch,” the voice rumbles. At her name, Kyne's ears prick upwards. The shadow's tone is clipped and very curt, as if it objects to an injured woman disturbing a wild beast. “No cause to make her panic,” it scolds.

“ Her panic?” Gabrielle attempts to sit up, but it's hard to keep herself covered at the same time. The shadow step further backwards, but she catches the quickest glimpse of his face. A flash of a frown and sun-kissed skin. A long, solemn face.
Entirely awake and acutely aware of her bare chest and the coarse rasp of bandages on her skin, Gabrielle almost feels cornered. “She tried to eat me! She chased me a mile through the trees!”

Understatement? Exaggeration? Gabrielle isn’t sure.

“The wolves don't like strangers in their territory,” the man says, his voice becoming lower, and warier.

Gabrielle watches his shadow shift its weight from foot to foot, the same way an embarrassed child might. She struggles to think of a weirder way to find the morning than to be confronted by a wolf and the shadow of its owner.

Why does this man hide? Does he know her face? Is he afraid of her? Has he done something to earn the wrath of the Dragonborn?

“What were you doing in the forest?” asks the shadow.

Gabrielle tries to sit up again. She removes an arm from the covers so that she can clasp them to her chest. She doesn't feel too embarrassed at the thought of her armour being removed. Growing up in a big family, had given her little modesty. Especially not when the tight bandages wrapped around her ribs tell her that her nakedness was necessary.

Of course, it doesn't mean that she doesn't feel the need for modesty now.

Pain.

Sudden pain, complete with the sickening, almost crunchy sound of bone scraping against bone. Gabrielle jerks back with a hiss of surprise. She sucks in a sharp lungful of air through her teeth, and her lips pull back in a snarl.

So much pain that she has no time to react to the spooked wolf in the corner that snarls back. The figure hovers even further away from the doorway now, entirely obscured. Agony. Fire licks at her ribs.

“Stop!” she growls, and breathes shallow. “Stop standing in the shadows like a frightened little boy and help me!”

The savage wolf already stalks towards her, its hackles raised. It pulls its upper lip back to reveal wet, yellow teeth. The figure lingers in the doorway for a moment longer and then rushes to her side.

His long legs closes the gap between them quickly, so quick that she barely registers his long, solemn face or the faint, embarrassed red of his cheeks. Suddenly a cup insinuates itself into her trembling hands. The man leans forwards. The pillows behind her back shift and to ease the pressure on her ribs.

Broken. How did her ribs break?

“Drink it,” his deep voice urges her kindly.

And yet, Gabrielle can't help but take offense to the way he pulls back quickly and goes to stand by the fireplace. When Kyne's head comes up by her elbow, savage teeth on display, he whistles sharply and calls her to his feet.

Gabrielle drinks deeply. She tastes spices that sear her throat, coupled with the almost sickly taste of honey. It tastes to her, almost the same way the woods smell-- fresh and sweet with a strange sour undertone. Sweet yet bitter, like blood and strawberries. The aftertaste is thick, fiery and strongly alcoholic. It goes shooting through her veins like molten lava, as if it tries to burn the pain from her body.

It's delicious.

“What is this?” She croaks. The 'medicine' certainly packs a punch! She gulps down more, until the pain subsides to a dull ache. Still she doesn't doubt that it would flare up again if she moves too much.

“What were you doing in the forest?” the man repeats. Oh so very gruff. If a bears could speak, they'd have his voice.

From: (Anonymous)

Not!OP here, just wanted to say this is awesome and epic and so are you.

Oh so very gruff. If a bears could speak, they'd have his voice Hitting ALL my voice and size kinks with that sentence right there.

*sets up camp*