Days went by and the short Imperial couldn’t wish for her leg to heal faster. Vilkas was back in the front lines taking up quests, easy ones so his hand didn’t suffer further damage, but he was out in the field enjoying the fresh, cool air and the cozy sun of Skyrim.
Groaning, Thales stood up and tried walking on her bad leg, reaching for the door. Before she could get close, it opened and she got pushed back onto the floor.
Lately, she always ends up on her butt on the floor.
“Well, aren’t you a graceless one.” Helping her up as she laughed at her own joke, Thales rolled her eyes and hit her on the arm. “Don’t act like it’s not true.”
“I swear, you’re more of a bully to me than Vilkas.” The blond smiled at Aela and let her in the room.
There was a heavy feeling on the air, and Thales knew why Aela was here. Right after she had been put in bed, Aela and Skjor left to fight the Silver Hand and somehow they were able to kill Skjor. He had gone without a shield-sibling.
Two days before the giant incident, Thales had been called to the Underforge by Skjor and Aela. They had told her it was her time to receive the ultimate gift, but scared out of her mind the Imperial refused to do it, leaving them and asking them to not bring it up a second time. She didn’t want to become a werewolf, nor did she want to suffer from the urges Farkas had explained to her werewolfs had.
Skjor had left to fight the Silver Hand the day her, Aela and Vilkas left to hunt the mammoths. It was part of the distraction so Kodlak wouldn’t ask questions nor suspect anything.
“Maybe if I had accepted and drunk the blood...” Her eyes filled with tears as Aela sat on the bed with one of the most broken hearted expression she’s ever seen on her.
“Don’t blame yourself, this is no one's fault but his. He shouldn’t have gone without a shield-sibling.” The redhead stood up and touched the dagger hanging from her belt.
“What are you thinking?” The Imperial asked, voice low and scared. The shine in the redhead’s eyes made her shiver.
“We’re going to get our revenge and I want you to help me.”
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CONTINUATION Heads Will Roll [4/?]
Date: 2013-07-26 02:18 am (UTC)Days went by and the short Imperial couldn’t wish for her leg to heal faster. Vilkas was back in the front lines taking up quests, easy ones so his hand didn’t suffer further damage, but he was out in the field enjoying the fresh, cool air and the cozy sun of Skyrim.
Groaning, Thales stood up and tried walking on her bad leg, reaching for the door. Before she could get close, it opened and she got pushed back onto the floor.
Lately, she always ends up on her butt on the floor.
“Well, aren’t you a graceless one.” Helping her up as she laughed at her own joke, Thales rolled her eyes and hit her on the arm. “Don’t act like it’s not true.”
“I swear, you’re more of a bully to me than Vilkas.” The blond smiled at Aela and let her in the room.
There was a heavy feeling on the air, and Thales knew why Aela was here. Right after she had been put in bed, Aela and Skjor left to fight the Silver Hand and somehow they were able to kill Skjor. He had gone without a shield-sibling.
Two days before the giant incident, Thales had been called to the Underforge by Skjor and Aela. They had told her it was her time to receive the ultimate gift, but scared out of her mind the Imperial refused to do it, leaving them and asking them to not bring it up a second time. She didn’t want to become a werewolf, nor did she want to suffer from the urges Farkas had explained to her werewolfs had.
Skjor had left to fight the Silver Hand the day her, Aela and Vilkas left to hunt the mammoths. It was part of the distraction so Kodlak wouldn’t ask questions nor suspect anything.
“Maybe if I had accepted and drunk the blood...” Her eyes filled with tears as Aela sat on the bed with one of the most broken hearted expression she’s ever seen on her.
“Don’t blame yourself, this is no one's fault but his. He shouldn’t have gone without a shield-sibling.” The redhead stood up and touched the dagger hanging from her belt.
“What are you thinking?” The Imperial asked, voice low and scared. The shine in the redhead’s eyes made her shiver.
“We’re going to get our revenge and I want you to help me.”