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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)

Vilkas was in counsel with Kodlak, as seemed to be the normal as of late. The Beast blood affected him most of all and everyone knew it. He could only get a few hours of restless sleep and had taken comfort in books during the night. Kodlak had been helping Vilkas try a whole variety of sleeping draughts all of which the wolf burned through before they could have any effect.

The man in him was tired but the wolf kept him going. He wanted to rest.

Yet admittedly he was grateful that it meant he had lots of time to study the History of the Companions, war tales and anything else that interested him. He had only seen that once Kodlak told him to look for the Silver lining to his sleepless nights.

Yet the beast didn’t like reading, it was too idle and some nights he had to take long walks around Whiterun to sooth the beast’s agitated soul. It wanted to get out and as the man grew more and more tired the beast was getting closer to release.

When his brother and Aela came into the room dragging some woman Vilkas was positive they’d caught her stealing from them.

She was dressed in loose fitting robes and looked like she just wanted to run away, she reminded Vilkas of a caged animal which made Vilkas’ wolf rear it’s ugly head.

He was sure she must have been a thief as it seemed the only thing Aela and Farkas would unite over. With a circle in such division Aela and Farkas avoided each other like a plague unless they were called for a job, which thankfully they were still professional about.

“Kodlak, do you have a moment?” Aela asked, Kodlak looked at Vilkas who merely nodded confirming his own worries could wait. Besides he wanted to witness this.

“I do now.” Kodlak said, neck and back cracking as he turned slightly to face the three people.

Aela and Farkas placed the small woman in a chair at the table so she was in-between the two seated men.

“Tell us if she had the fire in her heart to become a companion.” Farkas said exchanging smiles with Aela.

Vilkas was confused, Farkas and Aela were trying to recruit someone? Why would they do such a thing, now of all times? Why were they agreeing on something?

He pushed the behaviour of the two aside and assessed the woman. She wore robes but Vilkas wasn’t convinced she was a mage. She smelled of a recent battle but he couldn’t smell any magic on her. She was a Breton and would probably only reach Vilkas’ shoulder at full height, if that. She looked scrawny like she had never seen a proper day of battle before. Her hair was an ebony mess that was tied into a ponytail, which needed retying. Her hair was longer than any warrior or mage would have kept it and none would have left it that free flowing either. She had brown orbs for eyes that seemed to glance nervously from Kodlak to Vilkas and she still looked like she wanted to run to the exit.

She definitely wasn’t companion material.

From: (Anonymous)

“You have a certain fire within you.” Kodlak said.

“What?” Both the Breton and Vilkas said at the same time. Farkas and Aela continued to beam at each other.

“I-I’m sorry but-”

“We told you!” Aela said cutting the Breton off. Vilkas narrowed his eyes, what was going on here.

“Any experience in battle girl?”

“Well no…”

“Nonsense.” Farkas said, “Shot an arrow right into a Giant’s eye.”

Ah, so she was an archer. Perhaps that explained Aela’s vested interest, not Farkas’ though. Vilkas would have thought Farkas wasn’t thinking with his brain but something else, yet the Breton was not Farkas’ type, at all.

Kodlak laughed, his eyes full of amusement. “What’s your name?”

“Ariella…” she said. She was quiet, timid and nervous still. What fire did she have?

“Well Ariella, I’m sure Farkas and Aela will have no qualms training you to better your arm if you have not seen much battle.” The two nodded and Vilkas wanted to protest, but the situation was so strange he was no sure where to begin.

“But-”

“Welcome to the Companions.” Kodlak said, cutting the Breton off. What was happening here? Was Vilkas missing something?

“But-”

“I’ll show you to where the whelps sleep.” Aela said.

"But-"

“Then we can give you a tour of all of Whiterun.” Farkas added

Farkas and Aela led the Breton out of the room not allowing her to speak. When the doors closed Kodlak had a knowing smile on his face.

“You know something I don’t, old man?” Vilkas asked.

“Hmm? Oh nothing, nothing you should worry about Vilkas, for now.” Vilkas had no idea what that meant but knew better than to get into an argument over it. His wolf growled at his lack of understanding, impatient and wanting to know the answers now and for once the man agreed with it.