I'm gonna start posting these as I finish writing instead of grouped together. I don't want to be losing any readers for taking so long on this.
"For the love of Sithis! Come down here and face me you overgrown lizard!"
Vilkas just stared at the Khajiit he has been sent with, her two handed battle axe raised high above her head as she tried to taunt the dragon that was circling above them to land. He should've known, really who else but a mad woman would walk right up to the leader of the Companions dressed in Dark Brotherhood armor and ask to join? Though when he first saw her he thought that she wore the armor only for show.
After all he'd never heard of an assassin who used a battle axe before.
Now he here was,with said mad woman, watching as the large ice white dragon landed in front of her. His heart stopped for a beat, the creature was even larger on the ground. Vilkas backed up slightly, feeling his blood turn slightly to ice when he saw the girl step closer. The scars on her muzzle were pulled tight as she gave the dragon a fierce smile. The large man was about to yell for her to get away when...
"YOL TOOR SHUL!" Fire tore from the Khajiit's open mouth, dancing along the dragon's body. It gave a frightened roar, throwing it's head into the air as it tried to shake the fire off. He saw her dart forward, battle axe raised high as she swung it into the dragon's open maw.
She tore it back, her ice blue eyes burning with some inner fire as she brought the axe down again, during it into the creature's skull with a loud roar. The beast gave a few shakes before it fell to the ground in it's death.
Vilkas approached the pair on hesitant feet, trying to wrap his head around the fact this little cat had brought down a dragon three times her size by herself. The Nord was almost gaping as he watched the body of the dragon start to burn from the inside and a swirling light overtake the girl.
He couldn't believe it, there was no way this girl was the Dragonborn. When he heard the rumors that the Dragonborn he always pictured another Nord. Tall and powerful, able to stare a dragon down with now fear. The picture of everything Skyrim was and is.
Instead they had this small and sly Khajiit who danced around her answers and heaved twice her body weight in her weapons. He stared at her as the light from the dragon's soul finally ebbed away from her, leaving behind the same girl that he had traveled with not moments before.
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"You could've told us that you were the Dragonborn!" It took some effort not to yell at the Khajiit across from him. She raised an eyebrow at him as she used a small dagger to pick the blood from under her claws. They had just finished carving up the dragon for it's bones and scales and were now resting at an inn.
"I don't see how this would be any of your business" She said boredly, tapping a single finger on the table as a waitress passed by. A moment later another pint of ale was in front of her.
"We're family in the Companions. We tell each other if something major happens to us!" Vilkas slammed his own pint onto the table. A few people went quiet as they looked over at them. He saw her scowl slightly.
"I already had and lost two families Vilkas. I don't need a third" She murmured into her ale, her eyes locked on the table. "Being my family isn't healthy."
He frowned at her slightly, wondering what she meant. As he watched her drained her ale and stand up from her chair. She tightened her cloak around her shoulder, pulling the hood over her ears. He raised from his seat slightly, freezing when she held her hand up.
"I had to end the life of the only person I truly believed cared about not to long ago. I watched the only place I felt like home burn to the ground."Her voice was rough, and he had no doubt that under her hood her eyes were burning with tears. "I need to wrap my head around this before I can move on and trust another."
"Silimari?"
She paused slightly, her hands clutching the edge of her cloak. "Yes. I'm the Dragonborn. Do I care? No! I hunt them down because they come after me! I am sick of people thinking that just because I can use their powers against them it's my destiny to kill them."
"But everyone is saying..."
"I know! I'm sick of it. I write my own destiny."
With that she turned and fled to the stairs of the inn, disappearing into the upper portion by the time he turned around.
Silimari hated Vilkas when they first started working together. And the fact everyone was reminding her she was dragonborn
