Our favored soldier! I may do a Ralof version later


"Follow the Captain Prisoner."

Hadvar watched the Khajiit he had just sentenced to die stare at him, her ice blue eyes boring into his own brown ones. It was nerve racking when the cat stepped off the cart with the others, stripped to her bare and shivering slightly in the cold air. Seemed her fur didn't help much.

Throughout it all she stood tall and proud, her gaze pinning anyone who dared look at her for longer than five minutes. Hadvar still shivered when she growled her name to him, eyes never leaving his even as the wounds on her nose bled freely into her mouth.

He walked with the Captain to the chopping block, listening to the jeers and taunts the Stormcloaks, and the villagers answering with their own. His eyes were drawn back to the Khajiit as she stood proud. Even as another was lead to the block she kept her eyes pinned on him.

The axe fell with a thud as the first Stormcloak was killed, and the Captain called the Khajiit forward. She walked forward, keeping her eyes pinned on the sky above. When she was turned to be forced to her knees she caught his eyes one last time.

There was no fear in her eyes. No anger. Oddly enough, it was pure peace. Like she had been waiting for this moment.

She was forced to her knees and bent over the chopping block. The headsmen came up to her just as a scream ripped through the air. Just as the axe raised into the air...a dragon dropped down! There was a mad scramble as everyone rushed around, trying to get to safety.

He lost track of the prisoners in the panic, and forgot them so that he could focus on the children. Getting them to safety was priority. Besides, the prisoners were long gone by now.

Hadvar was surprised then when the Khajiit dropped out of a building and right on top of him and a group he was protecting. Her hands were still bound, but she didn't look any worse for wear. He called for her to join him.

The Khajiit was faster than he was, racing ahead of him with quick steps. They passed groups of soldiers and civilians, trying to keep out of sight of the dragon. Ralof ran passed them and Hadvar couldn't stop from snapping at him.

Inside the Keep she watched him warily, keeping a distance between the two. Hadvar couldn't blame her. She must've had a rough time when she got caught, in fact he didn't believe her to be a Storm-cloak, why would they let a Khajiit in?

"Come here. Let me get those bindings off" He offered, drawing a small dagger. When she was close enough he fitted it behind the binds and cut her loose. "There you go. There should be some supplies around here."

She was quick, fitting herself into armor and giving the sword a few swings. Once she was settled they were off, stopping a few times when they ran across Storm-cloaks. The woman exchanged her sword with a hammer after the first group and was disturbingly adept at smashing people's heads in.

He watched her slam the hammer down into the head of one of the frostbite spiders that they had come across. She twisted it slightly and pulled it back out with a growl. Hadvar couldn't hide his shiver. He hated spiders.

The next cavern had a waterfall right outside the opening. The two paused to wash themselves clean of blood and spider guts. He watched her scrub at the wounds on her nose,wondering which of the soldiers had given her them.

Hadvar passed her his bow and a few arrows, watching her take out the bear from a distance with a single arrow. The Khajiit was impressive, he'd give her that. They raced into the open air.

"Get down!" Hadvar pulled her down by the front of her uniform as he ducked behind a large rock. Before she could growl at him the beating of large wings passed overhead. The two looked up and saw the dragon from before flying away, screaming in joy at the terror it caused.

"There it goes" The two stood back up, the Khajiit growling low in her throat as she watched the small speck that was the dragon flying away.

"Come on. My uncle lives in the village not far from here"


Who's gonna be next?