disclaimer: Sykrim belongs to Bethesda. I only own the idea of my own character.
~prologue~
She had been watching the snowflakes sailing down around her. Her breath came out in little puffs, the temperature being low in late Frostfall. But the coldness didn't seem to bother her. Actually, she didn't look like she gave a shit about anything around her. She just stood there under the Gildergreen gazing up at the two moons and the snow.
My ears began to grow cold, I hadn't bothered to wear a hood. I wanted to feel the numbness, the pain of it and the feeling of warming them up by the fire afterwards. For when I turned into the beast I felt no pain and no bliss – just numbness and the ever constant hunger for fresh blood. I wondered if Farkas sometimes felt the same way, but I doubted it. He enjoyed the hunting nearly as much as Aela and Skjar. They mistook it as a blessing, not a curse.
Unlike me.
So when I watched her pull down the hood of her cloak I forgot how to breathe. I remember that moment very clearly, even after all these years. Because right at that instant she somehow made me feel like my curse was lifted. Suddenly, everything that was screaming in me before grew silent - fell asleep. And for once I could only hear my own heartbeat, my own breath.
Then she turned in my direction and smiled at me. And it seemed as though she'd knew what just happened. Only when I heard Farkas approach did I realize she'd disappeared already.
But the feeling of a blessing still lingered.