I love to update! After months, the Sheogorath story is being continued! W00t!1! Also, hellish tattoo is a cool word. Look it up! Got it from A Tell-Tale Heart.
xXxTimestarxXx: Anything to say, Sheogorath.
Sheo: I'm just glad you're updating. Say, when is TC Prank day gonna be updated.
xXxTimestarxXx: Dunno. School started about a week ago. And I have barely any time to write. It's a mystery.
Sigh. All Sheogorath did was sigh for the next year or so. Bunai had stopped the Greymarch (Thank the Nine Divines) but sadly, Bunai got killed while walking in the Isles. What will the Prince of Madness do? He already called Haskill over and over again, only making his servant get a little mad. So he tried making chaos in Nirn. Still BOOOOAAAARRRRIIINNNGGGGG! What was he to do? He had an idea, but it would be risky…
"Haskill, I'm going outside!" yelled Sheogorath. Haskill whipped around and said "My lord, you never go outside, but whatever." Sheogorath nodded and left. He closed the door behind him. He knew Haskill wouldn't worry. Haskill was too busy to notice a darned thing that ever went on. The Prince of Madness walk-ran to the portal to a dark place. He was aware that he might never return from this place. For the only way to leave is to…hmm…I don't know what it should be. Never mind that. He quickly jumped into the Soul Cairn…
Haskill had finished cleaning. He felt a triumph not felt in about 481,516,23 years (That's a long time). He walked to the throne room. Haskill darted his head around to see if any prying eyes were about. He then sat down on the throne and sighed with relief. It was so soft. It was so…so…Haskill couldn't think of a word for it. He just sat there. A thought passes through his head. A thought like Sheogorath yelling at him and then ripping his spine in half and then using it as a toothpick. Haskill shuddered and got up. He wondered where his master was. Was he in town? No, too simple for the Prince of Madness. Did he visit Oblivion? Haskill then pushed the thought out of his head and went to his room…
Sheogorath marveled at the deep purple sky and the dark architecture. It was like staring into a kingdom of magic, but without all the pixies and unicorns (Bad simile lol). He started walking towards a large outcropping of castles. He could hear the beating of wings in the purple sky, but he ignored it. As Sheogorath walked, the hellish tattoo of the beating got louder and louder by the second. A figure could be seen circling a tower. The Prince of Madness gave a vain hope of it not seeing him. As soon as he thought this, it turned its head and flew towards him. Sheogorath stood his ground as it increased its speed and it eventually reached him. It was a dragon! They had been extinct until Alduin arose and brought them all back. This one opened it's mouth and spoke, "I am Durnahviir, and I protect this land"…
How did ya'll like it? I incorporated some Dawngaurd with the story. I might re-name the story! Also thanks to my first and favorite reviewer, Alika, I continued the story! Horray! And always remember, write safe!