I'm making this fic because I get bored with my stories easily, so this is a good way to not get bored. Most will be oneshots, some will be twoshots,all will be romantically themed. Requests are welcomed!
Molog Bal slid his dexterous talons across the slab inquisitively. How had that mere dame with hair like the night absorbed the wall's very essence?
He had been pondering this very question for nearly a fort night.
His long, serpentine tongue flicked between his bright, white canines in frustration. No matter how long he'd stand here, he realized, he wouldn't be any closer to unlocking her mysteries.
The frigid air of Skyrim bit and tore at his exposed, crimson flesh which was adorned with spiraling black designs.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, Daedra?" The dragon behind him seared the sarcasm into his skin. The hatred within Paarthunrax's tone was deflected like an arrow off armor. Molog Bal despised the Dov and all that were in their sphere. He never could fathom why Peryite chose to appear to his disciples in the form of a Dovah, it sickened him.
He chuckled, the morbid chime ghosting over the Dovah's protective scales. Paarthurnax's slight shiver did not go unnoticed no matter how hard he tried to fight the frightful feeling he'd receive when he'd look into the vermillion eyes of his foe.
Molog Bal rustled his armor in unrest. His muscles ached to show the Dovah what a force he was to have reckoned with.
"The female?" He questioned, "The one who had absorbed the wall?" Paarthurnax's flesh stiffened protectively.
"Ahh, You do recognize the one in which I speak?" His laugh taunted the dragon's composure greatly. Molog Bal grinned, exposing his unnatural whites.
Yet his hunger for the mysterious woman was not yet slaked, he mockery continued. "Perhaps my fellow Daedra have payed her a visit already? Tell me, dear Paathurnax... Has she been a slave to any of them like she will be to me?"He truly had no idea if she had conversed with any of his brethren, but on the slight chance if she had, he would seem to have been watching her.
Paathurnax roared, now defeated and walked about in a circle and sat down. He might as well relinquish the knowledge of her current whereabouts, seeing as if the Daedric Lord discovered her first, she would surely perish.
"I advise you to look in the direction of the Mad Lord. Perhaps she is there?"
With that, the Lord was off in a flash of violet and ebony.