For the SkyrimKinkMeme.
So the Dragonborn has a dream about going to Soverngarde with his/her spouse,who has yet to be cured of Werewolf-ism. They're about to be accepted into the Hall of Valor when suddenly their lover is suddenly taken away to spend an Eternity in Hircine's hunting grounds.
Cue the Dragonborn waking up with a sudden panic attack, thus waking their spouse, who does what they can to comfort them.
This story is meant to be a stand-alone sequel to "Bound."
Death follows those of the sign of the warrior. It is like a second shadow, always present, and inescapable. When you travel the warrior's path, you get used to the idea that you will die younger than most. Your death will probably be sudden. Expectedly unexpected.
Lila had known, and Farkas had known, too, that they would probably not get a chance to die of old age. However, expecting death and facing your own demise were two entirely different things. Realizing that despite all your expectations you were not ready for the death which you met was unnerving.
She had expected a warrior's end. But this... this was not the death of a warrior.
Lila and Farkas had been on their way to Solitude, riding double on her latest horse. It had been Lila's idea, and Farkas had only agreed with it after she had pointed out how badly he was limping. His knee had healed, but the cold made it ache, and Skyrim was a frozen country.
Their path had taken them along the side of a mountain, dangerously close to the edge. Lila had only been distracted for a moment, but that moment had been crucial. Their horse had no sense of self-preservation, and was unable to back up. They'd slipped right off the side, the three of them bouncing off unforgiving granite.
And then it was over.
She was alone.
"Farkas?"
Mist surrounded her, obscuring everything. Shapes moved, but no sounds met her ears.
"FARKAS!" she screamed, spinning around, searching for any sign of her husband. He was gone.
A familiar laugh teased from the mist. She knew that laugh. Hircine. His antlers appeared first, then the rest of him.
"Farkas is mine," He sounded so pleased. She wanted to beat his smug daedric face. "He ceased to be a true Nord long ago. Now he is one of mine; a wolf in my Hunting Grounds."
"No!" Lila screamed, lunged at the prince. He was just out of reach.
"You can't save him now..." His laugh was still gleeful, but there was something dark and twisted beneath the entertainment.
She lunged for him again...
