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Satisfied with the attention obtained, Storm purred. She turned down below, pointing a spot out to relax. Brendan eyed the the surroundings, next to a creak within the forest. Nodding, he held on tight as Storm descended. Hoping off the Altaria's back, five other Pokeballs in hand, calling out team members. Today was going to be a lazy day. Brendan laid in the grass, under the shade of a tree as each of the Pokemon spread out taking their own lazy pleasure.
LockJaw dug the creak wider to hold his massive form, creating a small muddy pile along the way. Joined by Ro
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The cold, bitter wind of Skyrim blew trough [name]'s [h/c] hair. Her wrist were bound and sat uncomfortably in her lap. She bounced on the hard, wooden bench every time the cart hit a rock or hole. Which seemed to happen a lot. It had been an ordinary day until she had gotten herself caught up with some rebels during an ambush. Just her luck though. Things like this always happened to her. To her right was Alfred Stormcloak, the leader of the rebel Stormcloak army. In front of him sat a man with dark, shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He ran his mouth and cursed like a sailor about how he shouldn't have been there. Finally the other man in the cart, a Stormcloak with long blonde hair in a pony tail and blue eyes, spoke up. " Would you 'ush already! Vinning like a little girl vill not 'elp any of us!" He scoffed. Alfred seemed to be trying to eat trough the cloth on his mouth wanting to speak. " Alfred, a lit
Skyrim-Awkward AffectionsWhiterun night was as peaceful as it could possibly afford after last dragon attack on western watch tower. Countless stars hung upon Night Lady's skirt as it jewels and the twin moon as her corsage. Pale azure aurora served as her veil. If one could personify the night, then she would be a fine lady bearing dress no mortals could even fathom weaving. With equally onyxian long hair with star encrusted tiara and aurora veil draped over her abyss black eyes.RinnKruskov
Vilkas stopped looking up the dark sky as his neck started to hurt, bad. Misty white breath formed in front of his haggard visage as he breathed, embracing the cold night air. He recognized the smell in the air, how the smaller animals behaved in late weeks, and how much less he encountered stray bears entering Whiterun farms. Winter was coming. In such realization, his ever thinking brain devised plans for upcoming winter, patrols on Whiterun perimeter, and hunt parties rosters. Rosters. He mused as he entered Jorrvaskr l
Skyrim - One Hour FinaleRinnKruskov
'The Finale' by Dawnweaver13
Good evening, ladies and lords, marquis and marchioness, baron and baroness, count and countess, their vassals, honored guests and members of the house, and of course the never still servants for without them our occasion in this special evening would not exist. We must express our gratitude for this once in a lifetime chance to deliver our stories and songs in front of venerable hosts. Now we remember telling most of you in your private holds the story of Dragon born and her trials against Alduin, how she fell from Akatosh' claim into Molag Bal's realm. Milord personally requested that we ought to continue such story…
To you, milord and lady, t'is story would be nothing but a tale to invigorate thine imagination. Yet to us, this tale is our reality. Therefore we must ask before we proceed, wo