Possible the start of a series of stories regarding my OC in the Skyrim world. Will mostly focus on her and Teldryn Sero, mostly action, little romance, maybe more if I find the confidence. We don't know ALL that much about Teldryn, except the fact he's a delight to travel with. Anyway, this is how I imagine him in my game anyway.

The sharp clang of a sword hitting chitin, echoed through the whole island for sure, as Teldryn Sero fell to his knees, muttering a Dunmer curse under his breath. A flake of chitin had been chipped off his helmet and it could have become an even deeper hole, if the female Nord hadn't disposed of the attacker in time, an arrow piercing the bandit's neck. The sword was dropped to the ground right next to Teldryn, who grunted in further annoyance, getting back up on his feet. Once again they were surrounded by the eerie stillness, except for the ash still whirling around them after the fight.

Varga pulled her dark red hair back into a ruffled knot, since it had come undone during the fight, while looking around them, before coughing abruptly, trying to wave away the ash near her face. Still new to Solstheim, she hadn't grown accustomed to the foul air and it was a wonder she was even capable of fighting in it. That was why she had picked up Teldryn the moment she had seen him and learned he was a mercenary. He knew the lay of the land and if she had a coughing fit, he hopefully would not. It was the official reason she had given him at least, beyond the actual payment. In truth she favored people's company as she hated being alone, especially in new places.

During the two days they had been together out in the wilderness, making their way to Tel Mithryn, she had already got a good eye for him and what he could do. He was a good swordsman, as he had said himself, as well as good with destruction spells. But he was also calm and collected, nothing much seemed to ever phase him, but then she had no idea how old he was. Not even dragons made him blink; he just saw it as a good challenge. The most surprising thing she had learned, was the fact he liked to talk quite a lot compared to other mercenaries she had come across. He didn't seem to mind or judge her young age and low experience; as in fact she could swear he enjoyed having a patron that wasn't acting like more than him.

Granted, she hadn't revealed much about herself either, beyond the fact that she was the Dragonborn and sort of new at it too. Still, it seemed like more information than he had given her; at least she had shown her face, even if she currently wore a scarf to cover her mouth and nose in the ash; although pulled down at the moment. He hadn't even taken that chitin helmet off since they had met!

She was rubbing her right cheek, her green tattoo there barely visible in the dim light, bright green eyes peering towards Teldryn as he stood up, somewhat gingerly. The blow to his head had to have been hard, considering there was a permanent hack in the helmet now.

"Are you alright?" she asked him, as she sheathed the bow over her back. He snorted sharply under the helmet.

"Of course," he replied. "I've met harder-hitting bastards before."

"If you say so." Varga knelt down by the corpse, checking their pockets for valuables before proceeding to do the same with the other three, pretending not to notice that Teldryn faintly kicked the one she just left. The bandits must have been desperate enough to attack them since they carried little with them except for some gold; hardly worth the effort of killing them in the first place and definitely not worth any injuries.

The sun was setting already and with this ash-filled air, some nights could seem darker than others. She cast a quick glance towards the moons, before looking around the land, as Teldryn came up to her, brushing his hands off.

"We should make camp, no?" he suggested before she could say it.

"Yes. Night's coming quickly now..." she agreed, looking about. "Look over there, among the cliffs. Looks like a good place to stay," she continued, pointing in the direction she meant before starting to walk over there. On the way she picked up old branches and similar material to use for the campfire they'd need. The cliffs would shelter some of the light from others as well as making it harder for someone to sneak up on them.

Teldryn always took charge of creating the campfire, without Varga ever asking and she had a feeling it was because of his former patron. With his fire spells, it was easy for him to start the fire after all, instead of fighting with tinder and the like. Meanwhile she packed up some of the food they carried with them, putting it to be warmed next to the fire. Teldryn was resting his head in his hand, where he had been hit, as if trying to determine the damage… with his helmet on, as Varga rolled her eyes.

"You know, I'm going to start calling you bug-eyes, since frankly, it fits you and your helmet. Considering you never take it off," she chuckled, with her head almost down in the bag while rummaging about. When she 'resurfaced' she realized Teldryn had in fact taken off his helmet, holding it now while looking at her, with an eyebrow arched.

"Oh," was all she could say, realizing how silly her comment had been now. "Oh…" she mumbled a second time upon realizing he was way better looking than she had expected. The typical dunmer features along with a black mohawk, some red tattoos and a stylized beard.

Teldryn's almost knowing smirk sent her right back into the bag out of embarrassment, wishing she could literally climb down into it now. She glanced up briefly as she heard him drop the helmet to his side, waiting a few moments before putting her bag to the side as well, now that her embarrassment had worn off. He was hardly the first good looking man she had come across, but the embarrassment of it was just as annoying every time. She'd just never get used to it, it seemed.

She poked the food near the fire warily, throwing further glances at Teldryn who was running his fingers along his head, tracing his way to the gash on the side by following the blood. Varga didn't say anything, besides, it didn't seem she had to as he ran his fingers further across the wound, the warm glow a clear indication that he was healing it already.

"Is it that easy?" the nord asked suddenly, as he looked towards her with blood red eyes.

"What is?" he asked, touching the side of his head again to make sure the wound had vanished before putting his hand back on his helmet. He seemed to ponder something for a moment before removing his hand from it, looking at her fully again.

"Healing?"

"It's like any other spell," he replied, his tone aloof. "So, yes, it's easy. Why, has it been too much for you?" he asked, almost amused.

"Spells have never been my thing, no… and all spell casters make it seem so easy," Varga snorted.

"Well, being the Dragonborn, you have a lot of other advantages… so I wouldn't feel sullen about it were I you."

"I can't heal."

He snorted suddenly, as if offended.

"Isn't that why you hired me?" he asked afterwards, arching an eyebrow. "So you wouldn't get injured? Even if you do, I can heal you up easily. Even if some wounds do give character."

"Are you offering to take on dragon fire for 500 gold?"

"On second thought, dragons aren't in the usual package, no…" Varga chuckled amusedly.

"Don't worry. The way I'm living… you can get way more than that. Just remind me," she smirked.

"How much more?" Teldryn was still a mercenary for hire; coin would interest him a lot.

"A lot more," she winked. "Also that depends on how well you'll behave," she added, causing him to burst out in laughter.

"An employer who has humor. I've missed that, I'll admit," he chuckled afterwards. "I know just how to start being well behaved, too," he added, as he got up on his feet, before sitting down closer to her. Varga arched her eyebrows at him, as he grabbed her hands suddenly, turning them over.

"Casting a spell isn't all that different from everything else you do," he explained. "I suppose you have done it sometimes?"

"Sort of," Varga frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed and confused at the same time. "Where I… grew up, I was forced to attempt spells. They quickly realized it was no use though. According to them I didn't… have the right mind, I couldn't focus so the spells didn't… happen."

"Nonsense. There's no right or wrong mind," Teldryn almost cut her off, as if it was the most ridiculous notion he had heard. "It's just… doing, it is that simple. It can still exhaust you though."

He let go off her hands before pulling his sword from its sheath. Varga jumped as he pressed his palm against the sharp blade, blood dripping from the skin already. He then put the sword to the side again, showing her his palm. Nothing but a small graze, something he himself could heal within a moment, but that wasn't the point.

"Now just heal it," he said calmly, putting her hand over the graze. She gave him an almost tired look before putting on a focused expression; something Teldryn immediately changed by hitting the back of her head with his free hand.

"Ow!"

"I said not to over think it," he retorted. "Just do it."

"Right now, I'd rather pummel your face in."

"You can do that afterwards."

She glared at him before looking back at the gash on his hand. She grabbed hold with both hands instead, repeating the word 'heal' in her head over and over, with no result. Suddenly she started to think that his hand was surprisingly warm and comfortable to hold on to. Except where the gash was, the blood was a slightly uncomfortable sensation. She ran her fingers across the area again, startled at the warm glow which resulted in her instantly jerking her hands away from his.

Teldryn checked the palm, before flexing his fingers mostly for the sake of it.

"Well, it's a good thing the graze was so small else you'd only end up healing half of it," he chuckled. "Wasn't too hard, was it?"

"… No," Varga replied, rather surprised at the fact she managed a neutral face about the whole thing. "Just… strange."

"I am certain. But then, Shouting would seem awfully strange to me too. And inconvenient."

"Yeah, I wouldn't recommend protesting unless you like getting toppled over by a Shout," Varga smiled amusedly, glad that the awkwardness was fading away now. "Thanks, by the way. It's funny how you managed it, while my teachers couldn't."

"I got my… ways. You're welcome."

He grabbed the piece of food, checking it if it was hot enough, before starting to eat. Varga sighed to herself as she looked out over the grey fields further away. The whole situation felt strange to her really; sitting in new territory with a new companion. The only thing that seemed remotely familiar was the sky and its cursed moons. She narrowed her eyes briefly at them, before glancing at Teldryn.

"By the way, I need you to head to Tel Mithryn ahead of me tomorrow," she said suddenly, picking up a piece of done meat and slapped it on top of some bread.

"What? Why?" Teldryn asked, sounding confused.

"There's something here I need to do before. Alone too, I'm afraid. Dragonborn business," she lied easily, while biting into the food.

"What, your kind have some secret ritual or something?"

"You… could say that. It'll just be a day or so and then I'll catch up. But by the time I'll be in Tel Mithryn too, it'll be three days or so. Hopefully you'll be there too then."

"And what am I supposed to do there while I wait?"

"Gather the information we need. Speak to the people there. Take a break?"

Teldryn seemed displeased by the whole thing but nodded anyway. He seemed thoughtful afterwards though, something Varga hoped he'd stop with. There wasn't anything to think about here, it was a simple order she had given him; orders he had surely gotten from employers before.

The morning came quickly and the sky seemed clearer than it had since Varga had arrived on Solstheim. At the moment ash wasn't falling from the old volcano in the distance back in Morrowind, leaving the air easier to breathe as well. She pulled down the scarf from her face, inhaling deeply. The air was cold and crisp, something she was used to from Skyrim. It also gave her a better view of the area around them, allowing her to plan for the next night. Breakfast was saved for later, when hours had passed, turning the morning into midday.

"Now I'll trust that you won't get killed on the way to Tel Mithryn," Varga almost teased Teldryn.

"I certainly won't. I'm not too sure about you," he replied drily. "After all, you hired me to help you find your way here… and back you up."

"I know. Don't worry about it, though."

She almost waved him off while checking through her bag again. His eyeroll wasn't hard to miss even from her position, as he turned and left.

"If you aren't there by your planned time, I'll head back to Raven Rock and assume you're dead," he warned her, as he walked off. She didn't bother replying to that, since she had fully planned on being there by that time. It wasn't until he was out of sight that she picked up the bag to throw it over her shoulder again.

The mountains of the island loomed in the near distance, cold and unforgiving. She wasn't heading towards them, but near enough that the snow from them and the northern part of the island was around her. It was way colder up here, less risk for other people, she figured, as she kept walking, until she found a good spot. Large rocks and bushes had created a secluded spot, good enough for her, as she dropped her bag and weapons there, hiding them under some snow and branches while at it.

As night approached, she could feel the horrible tugging at her very being, as the moons rose up behind the lands. She quickly threw off the heavier gear she wore, until she stood in a thin shirt and trousers alone, barefoot in the snow.

Varga hated the uncontrollable urge that washed over her, as every limb twisted and grew unnaturally for a human being. Bones and muscles were moved and grown, feet twisted in strange angles, the jaws longer: even sharp teeth were emerging. In the end the horrible sensation mattered little, since the uncomfortable feeling vanished, being replaced by the sheer lust to hunt and kill. The bloodlust caused the werewolf to howl in an attempt to release some of the pressure, before it calmed down enough to take in the surroundings. It could hear every sound, even heartbeats in the near distance.

Snow exploded around it, as it darted off on all four in full speed running down the slope that Varga had walked up before. A human being was just nearby, moving slowly through the brush, until it tensed, the smell of adrenaline filling the air.

Teldryn wasn't too caught off guard as the werewolf's claws slashed into the tree next to him, tearing off whole chunks of wood that flew through the air. He moved backwards nevertheless, as the beast slid across the snow at the momentum it had built up. He had fought and killed werewolves before, so he knew a few things about them and the ones riding on bloodlust were the most dangerous ones but also easiest. They were fast and strong, but clumsy in their eagerness to kill something.

He quickly summoned a flame atronach to serve as a distraction, because he knew it wouldn't be able to kill the werewolf, possibly just burn its skin a little. While the beast charged at the fire creature, he approached it from behind, raising his sword while aiming at its neck; a blow he hoped would stop its rampage.

The werewolf must have noticed because it turned around in the last second; standing face to face with it made him realize it had unusually bright green eyes, before its jaws tried to shut closed on his head. A fire spell from his hand hit it in the head first though, causing it to stumble backwards, growling in pain.

It all made sense now, Teldryn figured as he narrowed his eyes in pain from having been too close to his own spell. These three days were full moon ones, exactly the amount of days Varga had planned to be away. It was just a guess, but the green eyes were unusual enough to make him interrupt his previous plan; even in self-defense he'd rather not end up killing the girl; the Dragonborn of this age.

He darted off to the side, running between the trees, well aware that the werewolf was close behind him, having the advantage of greater speed and agility. There were lights further off and for a moment he wondered if leading her there was such a good idea; since other humans hardly would be as understanding as him. It wasn't until he broke out from the trees that he recognized the place as a small bandit hold that he had helped clear out once, as a service to Raven Rock. It had been tiny back then too, consisting of nothing more than a campfire and a small cave and things hadn't changed.

"Hey!" one of the humans there called out to the approaching Dunmer. "Get lost, unless you want to lose your life!" he continued, spitting out the words, as he lifted up a bow from the ground. The two behind him readied up their weapons too, but after a few moments they realized that Teldryn wasn't their biggest concern, as the huge werewolf burst out from the bushes, continuing its dash towards them.

"Unfortunately, you're the ones that will lose your lives," Teldryn almost sneered at them, as he ran past the camp as well but stopped a bit further off. He considered bandits nothing better than the ash spawn, so leading the werewolf right into them was nothing but an easy way to clear out Solstheim. Considering the disgusting sounds of bones being crushed and the screams, he knew his… very quickly-thought out plan had worked. The stillness afterwards was almost deafening on its own, as he walked back up to the camp, silently and carefully.

One of the corpses closest to the fire had basically been torn apart, as the werewolf had torn out a chunk from the ribcage, bones and all. The rest were simply maimed, badly enough to have killed them though. The werewolf itself had paused by the fire, looking around aimlessly, before turning its gaze towards the dead bandits. It prodded one of them with the back of its fingers, until Teldryn cleared his throat on purpose, testing its reaction.

It spun around, growling still, but stopped immediately, as if recognizing him. That reaction alone made Teldryn step up to the fire, his eyes fixed on the beast. Its ears fell back in a submissive manner, the following growl too light to be seen as anything else but an attempted whine.

"Stupid girl, what have you done to yourself," Teldryn frowned dismally, fairly sure it was indeed Varga. A non feral werewolf would usually regain their senses after their first full moon kill, and since she was the Dragonborn, he could only assume she had it easier in that department.

She did bare her teeth at his words, and he lifted his palms quickly with a sigh. Confronting her about this right now, wasn't the best idea really. What was more surprising was that she understood him, for some reason he had assumed she wouldn't. She nudged the bandits again, giving him an inquiring look.

"Don't worry. They're bandits, better off dead anyway," he shrugged, still too disturbed by this revelation to respond in a less annoyed manner. Varga growled lightly before she started to wander off from the camp, making a light gesture for him to follow her.

She led him back to the place where she had hidden her belongings and he looked around somewhat impressed. It was a good place she had picked; it would seem she had experience in planning ahead for these things, so she must have had the curse for a long time.

Since she didn't require a fire, he had to start one himself, with her watching him in silence. Once in a while, she'd look up towards the moons. Teldryn didn't sleep during the night, he couldn't anyway and Varga mostly sat quietly for herself. In a sense, it was one of the most awkward nights he had ever experienced at least.

When the moons disappeared from the sky, so did the beastly form. At least in a more gentle way than it started, as fur fell off and bones and muscles returned to their previous places. Varga had been forced to her knees already in the start and just as it finished, she felt a cloak fall over her shoulders. She wrapped it around her in the cold, before looking towards Teldryn who stood there, arms folded across his chest.

"Dragonborn and a werewolf?" he asked. "You couldn't settle for one?"

"You assume I had a choice in either of them." she frowned at him. He had to arch an eyebrow at that.

"I can see the Dragonborn thing being without a choice but the werewolf one… are you telling me you haven't willingly entered Hircine's service?"

"Of course I haven't! What do you take me for, some power-hungry nut job!" Varga huffed, holding out her arms and cloak while at it. Teldryn turned around abruptly with a grimace.

"Oh for heaven's sake, I'm not naked," she snapped afterwards, as he looked back unsurely before rolling his eyes when he realized she wasn't. "Nice to know the very thought of me naked disturbs you."

"It does not."

"What?"

"I… you're avoiding the subject, outlander!"

"Look who's talking. But no… I don't serve Hircine and if I could get rid of this curse, I would."

Teldryn didn't seem to relax much, but he did a bit, rubbing the brink of his nose now.

"Right. My apologies then," he said afterwards, before gesturing towards her clothes. "How?"

"A well taught enchantment… only works on these two pieces of clothing though," she explained as she walked past him to fish up her things, putting on her armor and shoes. She handed the cloak back to him abruptly.

"You don't like werewolves, do you?" she asked.

"Not much, no. It boggles my mind how people can willingly enter Hircine's service. Just didn't occur to me that a few simply may have no choice. I have to admit, you make a formidable werewolf though. Must be your dragon heritage."

Varga wasn't sure what to reply to that, as she picked up her bag again, sighing dismally.

"Why didn't you do what I told you to? This is precisely why I sent you off, so I wouldn't risk killing you," she frowned at him.

"Didn't feel right to leave you like that," he shrugged. "If I get paid to do my job, I will do my job. I just figured I could keep quiet about whatever you did, so I tracked you up. Didn't expect to walk right onto a werewolf."

"Right… well, it would still have been best if you had stayed away. There's two more full moons to go through."

"Won't they be easier?"

"I won't need to… kill anything but I will still need to feed. But yes… they're easier. I'm still in control during those."

"So we'll kill some animal before tonight then. Less risk of encountering someone who'd rather see you dead and you can feed in a safe place."

Varga looked at him, almost shocked.

"Seriously, you're the strangest man I've ever met," she shook her head afterwards. She had a few friends back in Skyrim but while they had accepted her… disease, she had been able to bring it up in peace and as human. She hadn't tried to kill them like she had with Teldryn. And still he had accepted it already.

"Hardly. Just very tolerant…" he replied with a calm smile, as Varga just shook her head, confused and grateful.

I use a lot of mods and some will affect the story itself; since some play a very large role in my game and how it effects. I hate for instance how the werewolf power is just that, a once-a-day use power. I've RPed World of Darkness as a werewolf and while I can't remember it all, nor knew that much to start with, I treat skyrim werewolves a little like that. It's more than just a power after all, it will make you lose control, etc etc. That's how it is in my game anyway, and it will affect what I write and play. I try to keep to the lore as best as I can though, but describing spells... haha... I couldn't find that anywhere so I majorly improvised that.

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Skyrim belongs to Bethesda, so does Teldryn but Varga is mine.

Thanks for your time and reading! :)