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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.