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Old Scales 36b/42
Date: 2013-03-22 09:27 pm (UTC)“Gunnar!”
Gunnar ducked in time to avoid a sword through the back. He delivered a rib breaking strike to the sword’s owner’s gut and then knocked the howling man away.
Almost too terrified to look, Gunnar looked over to the Harbinger. He was down to one knee but Farkas was at his back, fending off strikes with his own greatsword. He had to get over there.
A silver sword abandoned Farkas and Kodlak and ran over to lash at him, leaving a good gash across his arm, before he returned the favor tenfold and decapitated the Silver Hand. She didn’t even have enough time to scream.
He needed to focus. This wasn’t the time to get panicked. These three were the best the Companions had to offer. He needed to relax.
Gunnar saw pup was easily fending three attacks at once and likely didn’t need help, but as the older Nord dashed by the old warrior clobbered one upside the head with his sword, easing pup’s burden a bit as he rushed over to save Farkas and Kodlak.
Gunnar cleaved through one more Silver Hand, his sword finally having dulled to the point that the next person he hit got the same force but with a blunt edge, crushing their ribs innards.
Farkas and Kodlak managed to kill the remaining two while he was killing the first two, kicking their corpses aside.
“Go help your brother!” Gunnar said pressing his glowing hands to Kodlak’s gut as the old Harbinger leaned against the old warrior of support. His aged cheeks were already losing color and looking waxy.
Farkas rushed off to his brother’s side while Gunnar poured everything in his hands.
“Please, if you nine bastards have any heart at all, give me the strength to save him” Gunnar growled.
~*~
The Circle and a few others were gathered in the Underforge.
“A grievance” Eorlund sighed “All over brashness”
Alea, who had been shooting Silver-Hand from the roof until they all lay dead and her fingertips bled, was too tired to argue and just sat in the corner miserably.
“At least we didn’t lose anyone” Farkas noted optimistically.
“Yet” Eorlund spat venomously, throwing a glare Alea’s way.
Gunnar had done the best he could and then hauled Kodlak over to the temple for Danica’s more masterful hand at Restoration. The old warriors had shown back up, so they were assuming the worst.
“Where was Gunnar during all that? If he had showed up” Vilkas muttered miserably.
“I don’t know, you said that he was talking to Kodlak before hand, right? Maybe they were onto something”
Just then, Gunnar came into the Underforge. The whole front of his arm, his hands and parts of his arms were dyed red in Kodlak’s blood and his good eye was a very bloodshot pink. He went over and took a seat next to Vilkas on the ground, rubbing at his face and unwittingly rubbing blood all over his face.
“What’s the verdict?” Eorlund asked before Vilkas could open his big mouth.
“Don’t know” Gunnar sighed deeply “We stopped the blood, but it’s a terrible wound to have to his age, right now Kodlak’s resting, regaining his strength”
“But is he going to… die?” Farkas ventured.
“I don’t know” Gunnar sighed deeply again, sounding like his world was breaking apart around him “Right now it all depends on if he can regain his strength or not”
“His life is on the balance” Eorlund said sadly.
“Yes”
“Speaking of balance, you could have really changed it if you had been here” Vilkas growled.
“Kodlak sent me off to get the last thing we needed to make the cure a reality” Gunnar said firmly, giving Vilkas the stare a father would when dealing with a bratty child. Vilkas blushed a bit with embarrassment and muttered an apology, to which Gunnar affectionately punched the bullheaded knight in the shoulder.
“Cure?” Alea asked, seeming genuinely interested.
“Yes, we now can cure those with wolf’s blood” Gunnar said. He got to his feet and left the Underforge for a moment, bringing a large bag when he returned. He reached into the bag and brought what he had returned with.
“We must bring these to the place where Harbingers of old lay their dusty bones” Gunnar said, holding up the bloody witch’s head “And burn the head of those that cursed them in the first place”
Old Scales 36c/42
Date: 2013-03-22 09:29 pm (UTC)“I know, but Kodlak said that if he was going to die, he wanted to die human” Gunnar sighed, taking some strips of linen from his bag and wrapping the head up tightly before tying it to the belt of his armor “I fully intend to help him on this wither any of you help or not”
“Wait, Gunnar” Eorlund said quickly “There’s something else I should mention”
The old blacksmith sighed deeply, rubbing his aged temples
“They stole all the pieces of Wuuthrad while they were here and we know where they are being held, if you want to cure Kodlak you need Wuuthrad to access Ysgramor’s Tomb”
“Alright, I guess we can kick the rest of those damned Silver-Hand all the way to Oblivion” Gunnar sighed “Who’s with me?”
Farkas, Alea and Vilkas were on their feet in seconds, determination in their eyes.
“Then let’s go”
(And Kodlak’s fate in the balance *dramatic music* Will the old Harbinger live? Will he die? Will the Companions be able to cure him of his lycanthropy either way? Keep reading to find out! *And I guess this is the last time to throw in your two cents to try and swing me one way* Until next time my kiddies!)
Re: Old Scales 36c/42
Date: 2013-03-23 11:08 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 36c/42
Date: 2013-03-24 12:22 am (UTC)Can't wait for next update!
Re: Old Scales 36c/42
Date: 2013-03-24 10:38 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 36c/42
Date: 2013-03-25 02:41 pm (UTC)I think there's basically two choices;
the steady course where Kodlak lives and Gunnar and Vilkas have no more hardship
or the rocky course where Kodlak dies, Gunnar and Vilkas are pushed to their ends strengthening their relationship when they do come together.
imo.
Old Scales 37a/42
Date: 2013-03-27 01:44 am (UTC)"You're awake, thank the Eig-Nine! Thank the Nine"
"Where?"
"The temple" She soothed, helping him with a health potion "You were brought back here by Gunnar"
"Gunnar? Where is he?"
"Right here"
The two looked to see a blood splashed Gunnar, Farkas, Vilkas and Alea coming into the temple, all looking rather tired and worn. But strapped to Gunnar's back was a familiar looking axe.
"Wuuthrad" Kodlak managed.
"Aye, we finally managed to bring the damned thing together again" Gunnar sighed "And I wanted to know something"
The old warrior came to the old harbinger's side and kneeled down so that they were closer. He reached out and took one of Kodlak's paled hands in one of his blood stained ones. The old warrior took a moment to look at their clashing hands, his stained with blood and the colors of life and not yet too worn against the near bloodless, age worn hand in his.
"We're ready to go free your soul, but..." He sighed "If we do, you will lose the strength of the beast blood... and it's likely that you will die, do you truly want this?"
"I told you already" Kodlak wheezed, gripping Gunnar’s hand as hard as he could "I'd rather die human then live a beast"
"Alright"
"Do not mourn me Gunnar, my time to go to Sovngarde" Kodlak managed a small smile "And it was an honor to meet a man like you before then"
Gunnar sniffled but let go of Kodlak's hand and got to his feet.
"Then we're off and, goodbye Kodlak, go to Sovngarde"
Gunnar walked out while the other Companions said their goodbyes and final words, never expecting to see the old Harbinger again, before leaving for Ysgramor's tomb with heavy hearts.
~
The trek was long and tiring.
The four Companions barely rested, walking and running almost night and day, only stopping when their tired legs couldn’t carry them anymore and the hunger and thirst threatened their mettle or if the weather proved too harsh.
During this time, none but Gunnar seemed to have it together.
Alea cried often, bursting out into tears in such random bouts that they often remained on guard for animals and bandits. Gunnar had to comfort her, like he was of older kin, just to get her to stop sniffing miserably all the time.
Farkas suffered two panic attacks when he saw Frostbite Spiders, one of which he ran into nearby foliage and Gunnar had to go hunt him down and drag him back. Both times Gunnar calmed him down and reassured him that nothing would happen to him with all four of them there.
And Vilkas… well, he was an emotional mess. His feelings were jumbled and scattered, and whenever he tried to reach out and make sense of the mess, it often scurried away.
He was mad because this whole mess was Alea’s and Gunnar’s fault, because with Gunnar’s age he should have known better than his wild revenge killing spree. And mad that the old man because he could have gotten someone else killed, or worse himself, and hadn’t bothered to think about that little fact.
He was sad because he was losing Kodlak, a man that had been like a father to him and his brother for years. And sad because he had lost Skjor, another person who had been there for years, that had died such a horrible death and had such little time to be properly mourned.
He felt longing because he knew he wanted now of all times to be by Gunnar’s side, to throw himself at the seemingly perfect old man. He longed for that peace that he had had before Gunnar arrived and for those feelings that the old man stirred in him and his wolf, for the life he had brought into the Companions. And he longed for that wholesomeness that had been there but a while ago as all the Companions sat around in the Great Hall enjoying life.
But he couldn’t speak any of these things right now. Farkas was busy dealing with his fears and undoubtedly his own sadness of Kodlak’s soon coming end, Alea was to blame for the whole mess and Gunnar… was out of the question. He was the reason everything was so jumbled and messed up, he was the reason the Companion’s lives had changed so much, he was the reason Vilkas felt so conflicted.
So the knight stewed in his inner turmoil as they struggled to make it further north, letting his thoughts and emotions churn in hopes that they’d settle themselves soon.
Old Scales 37b/42
Date: 2013-03-27 01:45 am (UTC)Before they all settled down for the night, and after had engorged themselves on freshly slaughtered and cooked Horker stakes, Gunnar asked them the fated question.
“Are you all ready for this? To cure Kodlak?” His normally calm voice was thick and husky with emotion, and while saddening to hear him like this, Vilkas pretended not to be attracted to the rockiness in that voice.
The other three agreed and they all laid down to rest, ignoring what he had really asked.
Are you ready to let Kodlak go?
~*~
Vilkas awoke some time during the night, probably sometime just before dawn, and couldn’t help but feel as though something was off. And while he knew he needed his sleep, and he desperately tried to regain it, the feeling nagged and nagged at him until finally he pushed his head free from his bedroll.
The cold was unwelcome on his sleep warmed face, but he pushed that aside and looked at the makeshift camp they had made but a few hours ago.
There were two full bedrolls, Farkas’ snoring coming from one and Alea’s whimpered punctuated sleep from the other, but the third was empty and the Companion that was supposed to be there wasn’t in sight.
Vilkas looked around until he saw Gunnar sitting a ways away, back to the camp, running his fingers through his hair. And even from the distance away Vilkas could tell that his skin was shimmering with sweat. Those broad shoulders were slumped heavily, as though they were burdened with some great weight.
The knight figured that Gunnar was just nervous of the day to come and its consequences and slipped back into his bedroll. The memory of Gunnar’s nightmares didn’t come to mind until he had his own nightmare about Gunnar screaming in his sleep and the knight was powerless to stop the soul crushing noise.
When the sun rose, the Companions were more of less ready to take on the task of freeing Kodlak’s soul.
Without fanfare they packed everything up and stowed it away by some rocks before entering the tomb, weapons ready to face any challenge set before them.
~*~
Getting the tomb opened wasn’t too much of a hassle, just had to figure out how Wuuthrad played its role (they ended up realizing that Eorlund was right and ‘gave’ it to Ysgramor and that finally opened the door) before readying themselves to go into the tomb.
“Everyone ready?”
It was then and there that Vilkas hesitated.
Was it really right for him to go now? With such muddled thoughts and a confused heart? Could he really fight alongside this man without continuing to blame him for what has happened to the Companions?
Vilkas looked to Gunnar, rubbing at the deep shadows under his eyes, at the self suffering he was already enduring.
“I cannot go on” He announced sullenly.
“What?” Alea and Farkas asked in union.
“I…can’t go on… this whole mess… I can’t think straight” Vilkas struggled with the right words “First we lose Skjor, then we almost lose Kodlak, and here we are readying to basically go kill him! All because of one mistake and everyone getting too caught up in revenge”
“Y-you can’t be serious you sniveling milk drinker?” Alea suddenly growled “After all this you’re back down now of all times?!”
She took a menacing step towards Vilkas, but Gunnar quickly intercepted her.
“Go” He said firmly “You two start without me, I’ll join you shortly”
Had Gunnar said it was any less authority, any less like the father figure Vilkas kept thinking him as, Alea probably would have resisted. But he didn’t and Alea only gave him a stiff nod and a stubborn pout before going into the tomb with Farkas, leaving the old warrior and the knight alone.
Old Scales 37c/42
Date: 2013-03-27 01:48 am (UTC)“You’re right” Vilkas said flatly.
“You have full right to”
“You’re right” Vilkas growled.
The anger he felt for Skjor’s death was boiling up now, spilling out of his mouth before he could stop the scalding words.
“Because you, Alea and Skjor had to go off and do something so stupid as taking on an entire fort of Silver-Hand, not to mention letting Skjor go in alone, and then you just had to fuel Alea’s lust for vengeance and kill all those Silver Hand!” He growled “Even though you of all people should know that revenge begets revenge, death begets death and bloodshed begets bloodshed!”
Gunnar took each stabbing word without even blinking.
“Kodlak’s life now hangs in the balance and in some fucked up way you’re trying to do right but at the same time you doing right will also likely kill Kodlak” It was unstoppable now, it all just needed to come out “You’re taking away the man that’s been like a father to me Gunnar! To every Companion today! Do you know what that feels like?!”
“No…”
“Horrible! I don’t remember my parents Gunnar, I’ve only had the Companions! And in you waltz and we lose Skjor, our home is attacked and now we’re going to lose Kodlak and everything’s just so messed up and… and” Vilkas’ voice broke and he had to stop to avoid crying. What man his age cried?
“...Do you hate me?”
“…No” And that was it, Vilkas sobbed loudly and buried his face in his hands because it was out there.
He loved Gunnar. He was a mystery, an amazing warrior, a great guy, a finely aged sort of handsome, he was fun, he was strong, he was talented, and he could hold all these burdens that Vilkas just had to say aloud. Gunnar was like a father, no matter what he did you would always love him deep down and no matter what you did he would always be the pillar of strength protecting you while the world crashed into pieces around you. And Vilkas loved him all the more for his father like qualities.
When he felt warm and strong warms around him, the knight didn’t resist. He just cried his eyes out as long as he wanted until the sobs subsided into whimpers and finally miserable sniffles.
“Glad to see no matter how badly I fuck up you can still like me pup” Gunnar chuckled softly.
Pup…gods be damned Vilkas couldn’t even hate that cursed nickname.
“Who said anything about liking you” Vilkas managed to deadpan.
“Oh? Something more perhaps? You saying you love me pup?”
Vilkas face burned in his hands and his embarrassment chocked his throat. If he didn’t deny it then Gunnar would-
Gunnar was suddenly prying his hands away from his face and lifting his head so that he was looking at the old man. He had a wicked grin on his face
“Bout damned time”
Old Scales 37d/42
Date: 2013-03-27 01:49 am (UTC)The old warrior let him go to take in a gulp of air before crushing their mouths together again, this time tenderly lapping at Vilkas’ strangely oversensitive lips that sent little sparks down his spine. He tried to hold out, but the weird tingles running up and down his spine became too much. And the knight all too willingly let the old warrior in, groaning at the first tangle of their tongues and the raw taste of the old man.
How had it come to this? Not that Vilkas was complaining, eagerly wrestling with Gunnar’s talent tongue, but hadn’t but a moment ago he was yelling at the old man for ruining his life? He was sure that he was, but the knight couldn’t quite think straight while Gunnar was almost devouring his mouth, eating up all the little groans and moans he was making.
Gunnar let him go again, a string of saliva connecting their reddened and slightly swollen mouths, and Vilkas would have whined from the loss had he not realized that he was out of breath again. He panted, trying to get air into his lungs, and was strangely satisfied with how deep Gunnar’s breathing was. He would have liked to see the old warrior a bit more flustered, and even leaned forward for another kiss.
But Gunnar abruptly kissed his forehead like a child and then stepped away, robbing Vilkas of the warmth and his presence.
“Sorry to leave you hanging pup” Gunnar grinned, his face so much more lively then it had been in a while “But I’ve at least got to do right by Kodlak first”
And with that the old warrior was gone, leaving Vilkas to grab his scrambled thoughts. But at least he was sure of a few things.
Yes, he was still mad at Gunnar but at least now it was only reasonably so.
Yes, he loved that damned old man no matter what he did.
Yes, he had a rather pronounced father kink
Yes, that old man could kiss.
(sooo derpy author would have posted this yesterday but ended up falling asleep on the keyboard and woke up to about twenty pages of the letter R that author had to delete, and then author had a not quite so pleasant day and couldn’t get around to finishing it until late at night, so I hope you guys enjoy the kiss. Until next time my little kiddies!)
Re: Old Scales 37d/42
Date: 2013-03-27 04:05 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 37d/42
Date: 2013-03-27 10:47 pm (UTC)great chapter and can't wait for next update!
Re: Old Scales 37d/42
Date: 2013-03-28 01:55 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 37d/42
Date: 2013-03-28 10:54 pm (UTC)cant wait for the next update!