Iera: Chapter 1: Inspiration by Sublackusven, literature
Literature
Iera: Chapter 1: Inspiration
It was a cold night in Windhelm. The sort that froze a drunkards' mead as soon as he stepped outside from whichever tavern he chose to stumble out of. The snowflakes were stark in contrast to the dark sky above making it appear as if they were fallen stars.
The snow fell silently as Iera sat on the frozen stone with a raging inferno heating her back. She hardly noticed as a guard came running up to her, the terror was apparent in his eyes. She guessed it was the blood that covered her from head to toe, strikingly dark.
It had been a normal night, her mother quietly knitting by the fire, her father cooking and singing an old lullaby of his a
Iera: Chapter 1: Inspiration by Sublackusven, literature
Literature
Iera: Chapter 1: Inspiration
It was a cold night in Windhelm. The sort that froze a drunkards' mead as soon as he stepped outside from whichever tavern he chose to stumble out of. The snowflakes were stark in contrast to the dark sky above making it appear as if they were fallen stars.
The snow fell silently as Iera sat on the frozen stone with a raging inferno heating her back. She hardly noticed as a guard came running up to her, the terror was apparent in his eyes. She guessed it was the blood that covered her from head to toe, strikingly dark.
It had been a normal night, her mother quietly knitting by the fire, her father cooking and singing an old lullaby of his a
Running with Wolves ~3
Skyrim Fanfiction
Female Dragonborn and Farkas
Vilkas growled to himself as he marched back toward Jorrvaskr. How dare that whelp keep something of such importance hidden from us! Something like that it’s- he shook his head as his gloved fingers dug into his palms in tight fits. All this time she has had this power and never spoken a word about it. Had it been any other whelp, Vilkas would have been shocked and honored (still a little irritated), but something about it being Sova—he was furious. The wolf inside him growled and bristled with rage. He could feel the fangs protruding from the spirit’s jo
Running with Wolves ~2
Skyrim Fanfiction
Female Dragonborn and Farkas
Days after the endless drink and celebration over Sova, Farkas stood with his brother watching the fields of Whiterun beyond the passage of the Underforge. The wind was cold and harsh beyond the inset of which they stood. It whistled as it whipped past and caught the edges of the walls. The brothers stood in awkward silence. Farkas could feel Vilkas was not happy. He sensed his brother’s wolf boiling inside him and felt his own radiate challenge.
Finally, Vilkas growled, “You should never have shown her.”
Farkas stared at him and issued a growl of his o
The picture of Iera I have on the character profile and as my profile pic isn't mine. It was done for me by a friend who recreated a picture she found on the internet.