Because I love Vilkas...or Farkas...whatever. They're both adorable, so I give them seperate Dragonborns: Ven (Wind) and Ediin (Fire). You can go to my profile page for a brief description of their appearance, character and background. I won't be delving into their background very much and its kind of advised.
Pairings: Ven/Vilkas ××× Ediin/Farkas.
Chapters will be in a pattern, starting with Ven and Vilkas with how they met, then Ediin and Farkas on how they met and the pattern will keep Vilkas×Farkas×Vilkas×Farkas, etc.
He wouldn't say that he has never seen anyone else like her because that would be a lie.
There are plenty Nord women with red hair and blue eyes, with a firm jaw and a big axe on their back. But, when she gets closer, he realizes that she is a tad different: that big, sharp, hunk of dragonbone on her back being the first give away. Comissioned by an unknown party to Eorlund, Vilkas remembers visiting the man and helping him mold those spikes and edges, the ebony shaft.
Kodlak smiles when she approaches and that eases Vilkas, but obviously caution has brought him far in life so he will rely on it a bit longer; she's sure to shake a hand through her hair after pulling back the snow sabre head keeping her ears warm and he swears when her hair shakes free from fur, it is made of fire.
"I'm looking to become a Companion," her voice is husky and worn, like she screams all the time and that gives Vilkas a whole new set of problems to deal with.
It is a long while before he realizes who she is; after the errands and petty brawls, two thirsts for vengeance and the reek of Hargraven flesh. She is not just Thane of Whiterun, but Dragonborn, a true master of the Voice, so unlike the Greybeards on their mountain.
He only realizes who she is when they cleanse Kodlak of his spirit, when she uses a Shout to tear apart the gangly, scarlet beast that howls and snaps at her axe.
"Why did you not tell us of this," he urges, grasping her arm as she picks up her knapsack full of heads.
She shakes away his arm and digs around in the sack, shrugging after a moment. "I suppose I didn't want the attention," she chuckled and a Hargraven head hangs at her side. "Plus, I figured you had the gyst - you were all at my coronation as Thane."
Oh, that...did he have it in him to admit he was far too gone on Black Briar Reserve to remember much of that. The only thing he does remember of that night is Skjor drunkinly helping him into bed before crashing on Vilkas' floor.
He snaps to attention when the fire turns into an inferno in front of him. She doesn't even twitch as her wolf spirit tears itself from her chest, jaws snapping and bloody ghost slittle spattering against Vilkas' cheek before it dissapears in ghostly fashion. The beast pants and groans like a man, eyes as bright as the fire it was born of; Ven leans back against one of the old table nearby, finally showing the way she is drained.
"Kill that for me...will ya?"
Vilkas smirks, pulling his sword from his back; the wolf comes to life then, steadying its legs and raising its head. "Does Aela know you forsake her 'gift'?"
Ven raises a hand, waving it slightly. "She knows its for a better cause...besides, she has offered me a second ritual when I have finished my business."
The wolf lunges at Vilkas with open, snapping jaws that close around his sword. Vilkas grunts and twists, pain splintering in his wrists when he manages to jerk his sword up through the beasts skull. It howls and throws its head back, screaming in agony as it thrashes from side to side. Vilkas charges forward, sword front until it is embedded into ghostly remains.
It lets out a familiar yelp before evaporating into a red puff of smoke. He sheathes his blade and looks over at Ven, looking for confirmation, but she is lying on the floor, softly snoring with a trickle of blood coming from her nose.
He chuckles and his armor clanks as he goes to scoop her into his arms; he'll have to send Farkas back for her axe once he gets her onto a horse. "Great Harbinger indeed," he huffs.