I started this today and if you guys like it i will keep going. I really need some encouragement to write.
Anything could happen :) I dont own Skyrim or the Dark Brotherhood. I do own Tia.
Chapter 1
The cold night breeze dusted the roofs of the small village with snow. A dark figure crouched on a ledge overlooking that small village. Or at least it would be.. If I were cool enough to be so ominous. My name is Tia, I'm a werewolf.
Really though, it is cold and it is snowing. And I am on a ledge. But not for a special reason. See.. I'm hungry. And being a... Wolf... Puts me at a disadvantage. People don't feel safe around wolves. They don't let their kids go outside if someone says they saw one down the river. And they certainly don't offer free meals. You might think that being more human than dog, there'd be an exception to the deep rooted fear humans feel for wild animals.. you'd think. But no.. I guess a wolf with a human brain is even more frightening.
I spend my days roaming the fields, throwing rocks at giants and pretending to begin "shifting" in front of travelers who stare too long. How can they tell I'm a wolf, you ask? Its my eyes. I have eyes blue as winters breath. If you can imagine a human with piercing blue wolf eyes.. that's me. Tia. The really hungry werewolf.
Not all people are scared of me though.. I've found a loving home, if you can call it that, with the Brotherhood. Astrid found me when i was a wee pup. Get it? Pup. Cuz I'm a.. never mind. Anyway.. She found me, abandoned by my family. Or maybe I never had one.. Who knows? She took me in and kept me warm.. Fed me. Clothed me. And trained me to use my powers for good. Gag. Its not really good I use my ability for. I shift when I please and i go where I please and I always have a home with the brotherhood so long as I always answer their call. And that usually means they need me to scout something or bite someone. Or scare a pathetic human into talking.. Spilling its secrets. I never ask why. I just do as I am told. They like using me to scare people. Astrid says its because if you don't look closely at me you'd think I were human. I'm not particularly tall or noticeable.. my hair is white blonde. As is my wolf form. A white wolf with blue eyes. I think I'm gorgeous.
Anyway. I walk in they don't realize what I am and then I snarl. They see my eyes.. And they know.. I'm here to eat them.I don't actually eat people. Unless they're cooked. No. Not really. I eat normal human food. After all.. I am mostly human.
So there's my back story. Orphan, raised to be scary and work for.. Well.. For lack of a better word.. Assassins.
Tonight though.. I'm looking for food. After food... Astrid has sent me on a spying escapade.. I'm to look for a mage that specializes in the art of dimension bending if you can believe that. I've never heard of it. Neither had Astrid, not till recently. So here I am.. Waiting. For.. Something. Not sure what. A flash of light perhaps? A magical sounding boom of sorcery? I don't know.. I'm too hungry to think.
Food. Food is where it all begins. I was hungry. And so was the wolf.