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Stormfire 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Standing in the war room she watched as Ulfric towered over a pair of soldiers who had abandoned thier posts. Ulfric’s jaw set, a muscle twitching at the corner. He was as big and as broad and as darkly handsome as Skye remembered as she twitched as a low growl escaped his lips. Longish dirty blonde hair framing a starkly attractive face. Blue eyes practically burned through the deserters and Skye imagined she could she tendrils of smoke on thier uniforms.  And, Talos, the way he moved, advancing slowly but steadily on them with the weight of intent behind each step, as implacable and unreadable as the stone that enclosed the room.

The soldiers’ legs began to tremble. Skye grinned as she imagined thier hearts flinching like thier faces.
“You are the deserters.” Ulfric demanded but he was not asking. His voice was…terrifying. Commanding, to, in equal measure, Skye almost flinched herself when she heard his boots halt on the gray floor. He stopped several paces away from the men, giving them the illusion of safety. But Skye realized that they where hardly safe. She glanced swiftly to Galmar, the empire sentenced thier deserters to life imprisonment but on the other hand Nords normally did things in... excess. He shrugged as if this was completely normal and Skye had to hand it to him and his indiffrent face, she might be a Nord but damn she wasn't just scared of Ulfric, he was terrifying in a way she normally reserved for dragons. She privatly thought that he could very well have faces Alduin and shamed the god with thr strength of his being.

Skye barely processed the sickening sound of Ulfric's sword tearing through the two men. She watched with a horified but still awe filled gaze as the man cleaned his sword with a perfectly blank face and walked out of the room his movements no less purposeful than they had been earlier and something in Skye gravitated toward that. Swallowing she asked Galmar in a whisper "Is this...normal for him?"
Galmar laughed, a grin spreading over his gruff face but it was good natured and some of the tension in her stomach cleared. "Dragonborn, for him this is perfectly normal, in fact he may have gone easy on them because it was in front of you. Simply put, he wanted to kill them so he did." Skye felt the tension return, Talos help anyone who displeased Ulfric."Does the Jarl always get what he wants then?" She asked unsure if she truly wanted to know the answer.
 
Galmar grinned and Skye was no longer sure she found him comforting as one would feel about a big brother "Oh Dragonborn, you better belive he does and never stand in between him and what he wants, he would and is fully capable of brushing you aside."
...

Skye let out a breath at the memory, sure she had moved on slightly from her fear enough to feel that Ulfric would not "brush her aside" that he would protect her but she had always assumed that he thought of her as a little sister, how very wrong she had been.

Now the blue eyed girl wished she could hide and never have to stand in the same room as him and feel those tinges of energy that twisted in her core. But a darker side of her wanted more, wanted to feel those tinges turn to bolts that woud burn through her hotter than any dragon's fire. Skye swallowed and knew that she truly had no choice, if Ulfric wanted to hunt her then all she could do was hope he would strike the killing blow quickly and maybe just maybe she was looking forward to this game, the thrill of the hunt, or more precisely, being hunted. To lead him on a chase and watch him loose control, even if a small part of her questioned what would happen when he caught her, not if but when.