(( Disclaimer- This was a lazy day for me so I sort of didn't try in this abit... Ah I dunno :/ Meant to be doing an essay aswell. The joy. Anyway, it doesn't feature romance but I'm basing it on my concrete thought of relations in Skyrim, sorry to disappoint anyone looking for romance :3 Basically, this is just a set up to the main story, I just want to know if it's worth continuing is all so please rate ^x^ ))
I had known of prejudice, being of the grey persuasion I suppose the subject of such racial hatred was targeted at my kind; not that matters of state had ever been apparent to my mind, the only thing that had counted to me was mastery of my craft.
Father had been a blacksmith, a proud man but firmly set in his roots of brawn and physical work, it was the basis of which most of his views hinged heavily upon - but I was ok with that. We disagreed but, What son didn't have tiffs with his predecessor? It was only when the Clan of Grey-Mane had begun to meddle in affairs and taunt us that things turned septic. Mead became a great friend to my Father after being beaten down by the Battle-Born's countless times (Both mentally and physically which surprised me to say the least... He had always been so strong).
Mother left not long after, snatched from her home by some Altmer demon. We never found her, took it that she was happy with her new love, even though Father and I were the ones that suffered at the loss of her. The house stayed empty, soulless to me, it was no home - Had been once but... Not now.
Years passed and eventually Hermir came to my life, not that she was some great gift - turned out the dearest thing to me was the most deadly. She lay nuzzled beside my heart always, plucking the dear strings, a dagger in her free-hand.- Not to say the maiden wasn't of a kind disposition, she was so delicate her soul blushed at her desires... Then again, other times...- Well, best not be said what she was at other times, which happened to be most of the time.