Sinding… I killed you, months ago, under a bloodmoon. But it's your smell.
I killed you, I wear your skin over my own. It was nothing personal. You or me. Yes, he did not say it, but that are the options when dealing with Daedra.
You are real. You are alive. It is your smell, your fur, your golden eyes, your habit to cock your head to the side when you examine something…
Go away!, I scream, but you just look at me. Do you want me to follow? Where are you leading me?
You are real. A ghost cannot eat, but you devour your kill like ever.
I do not dream. Oh, I try to wake up, but nothing works. This is not a dream.
Why do you stay a wolf? We have walked for hours and hours, but you are still covered in fur, your teeth are still long and sharp.
The river… Where are we? The sun has risen twice since I met you.
This cave. Yes, I can feel it. I have to go inside. Do not leave me. Before I wanted you to go back to the Hunting Grounds, but now I need company.
I do not want to go in. But I must. Stay at my side.
When we enter the cave, you run to him. You lick his hands and muzzle and bow.
If I could not smell him, if I did not know him, I would have thought him a Forsworn.
He looks like a man with bare, muscular chest. In his hand he holds a spear, on his shoulders sits the head of an elk. But his eyes are a predator's.
I bare my throat to him. What do you want, my lord?, I ask.
I had to write this. I had to get this out of my head. Might become part of a story, but for now…
I met Sinding. I killed him as part of Hircine's quest and over an in-game year later he stood there in Beast form. He wasn't hostile. He just walked in a direction. I still have the save, I'll follow him. When I am not so scared...in 100 years…
Has this ever happened to you? If yes, PM me or write a review and say "it's just a bug, not the ghost of an innocent you murdered who stalks you"
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