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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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Eorlund worked on reforging Wuuthrad and life in the Companions settled down so it was somewhat normal. There were problems with the Circle members though. Any and every job they went on resulted in them failing and they were sure it was the work of Hircine.

What it did mean was that the Whelps had to work twice as hard. They complained about the workload but were thankful for the extra coin they had.

Vilkas spent most of his days training. He didn’t like reading as much as he once did and he didn’t get any new books or pick up the old ones he had. He trained until his body was so tired that he had no choice but to sleep. If the weather didn’t permit him to train instead he would drink, drink a lot. Farkas, in his role as co-harbinger often had to fish his brother off the streets and keep him away from wherever Ariella was.

Farkas, in a way, suited the position of Harbinger. At least the half that he was filling anyway. If he weren’t so daft and sweet he would have had the perfect makings of a leader. He helped the whelps train, kept them all in line and set the perfect example of what they should aim to achieve in their training. Not a single fight had broken out since Farkas assumed his temporary position. He had an uncanny ability for sensing tension and defusing it before it came to fists.

Aela spent her days training, spending time with Farkas and sitting with Ariella. She was to be Harbinger once her blood was cured and she knew just how much responsibility rested on her shoulders. She honed her already expert skills in an attempt to become even better and she sat with Ariella so the Breton could teach her all she would need to know about the administration side to being a Harbinger. It was quite basic things but Aela didn’t have a Harbinger to learn off herself so was determined to learn from those around her.

The Huntress wished she had Farkas’ ability to read people, in all honest she was never good at sensing people’s emotions. She supposed that Farkas wasn’t really going anywhere and that he would always be there if she needed a hand. She had been spending a lot of time with him as of late, not for any profession reason but simply because she liked being around him and the comfort he brought.

Ariella spent her days hidden away from just about everyone. She could go for days where Aela would be the only one to talk to her. She actively avoided Vilkas now, which made her heart ache. She was so broken and unsteady, she wanted to feel safe, to have someone let her know that everything would be all right, for that person to stand by her side no matter what. She wanted to be able to turn to Vilkas for that comfort but couldn’t. She thought perhaps he needed that too, and in a way he did, it just wasn’t from her. Instead she buried herself with work for the Companions. She sorted out anything and everything she could keeping herself constantly working or hidden away writing and reading.