"If we fight till we die, we will never regret!" Mew Aura-Scene, Alpha of the companions and a general in Ulfric's army, spoke with much pride in her voice. The story writers stormed their pages with note of her stories and encouraging quotes, Mew offered to have her life recorded by them. She was fairly popular in Skyrim because her capability to charge and army but also her amazing charm and good looks. Her hair when not tied up fell to her knees, her dark brown eyes could reach into your soul and make you tell the truth and her body was curved by her breasts and her hips; she was the ultimate mate. Normally speaking a nord's relationship is started by getting presents by a secret admirer but now she was getting wedding rings in the mail; she found it ridiculous.

"Maybe if I dressed like a man, I could get away from the madness for a while" she whispered to herself. Lydia came up behind her laughing then spoke.

"My thane, you wouldn't really do that right?"

"Damn straight I am." Mew confirmed as she walked up the stairs of breezehome into her room. She kept her two daedric swords there; they were a gift from Ulfric when she served in the war, she promptly picked one up and sliced all her hair off. All the heaviness dissipated, she could move her head more freely now, she continued cutting her hair till it matched her younger brother's. Her family lived in High Rock, home to Bretons; she has a younger brother who lived with her mother; her father died while protecting them from a bunch of cut throats.

"My thane…?" Lydia spoke as she walked through the door to find her thane wrapping bandages around her waist and breast to give her a man like shape.

"Yes Lydia?" She answered in a lower tone. Lydia walked out of her thane's room and sat in the kitchen not willing to deal with her thane's scheme again. Throwing on her best steel armor she almost could pass off as a male but, her face still looked feminine and could be recognized anywhere. Noticing the flower pot and the left over paint she rubbed dirt and painted her face; her final touch was wearing her helm.

"I might as well start from the beginning…." She sighed as only took a hundred gold, an iron sword and a long bow. She marched out of her house to find a bunch of fan boys staring at her, they looked at her with angst and anger.

"What were you doing with my future wife, man?!" One shouted.

"Oh...ummmm I was delivering something for a Jarl!" She quickly replied trying to keep her cover. They shrugged and let the disguised Mew out of Whiterun. She didn't know where she should go since she was really close to her housecarls, well except for her Rayya and Argis. When Mew first met Argis her heart flew, she took him everywhere but upon fighting an elder dragon he almost died. She promised herself that she would never do that again so during the night she left a note and swore never to return to Markarth; but what could stop her now.