Unbound chap 10

A/N Oh My Sithis GUYS this computer is the stuff! And I just bought Skyrim on it! Please remember to review, I need all the encouragement I can get. You should know that writers get nothing but the joy of writing, and the pure unadulterated joy of someone you've never spoken to telling you, "Yeah, you're cool, you're someone who I will actually take the time out of the day to view your stuff!" Reviews are the food and drink of a fanfic writer, the very reason to continue to write, because why would I continue to write a story that I feel anxious and unsure about if no one says, "YEAH DIS GOOOD!" Now I would also like to state that I have read each of your comments and I appreciate each one, so far I have gotten no flames. I will listen to all suggestions. And you are always open to PM me.

Morgyna P.O.V.

I had just slept, for real. I had no dreams and I awoke feeling fully rested, and curled around Ulfric, who was snoring softly with a contented look on his face. I also noticed I was completely naked, and I needed to clean myself. The full weight of last night hit me and I almost screamed. I knew I loved the man, and I was pretty sure he did not hate me, but I was worried that this would forever stain my reputation in the Stormcloak army. Then I remembered what today was, today either Alduin or I would triumph. I slowly and silently climbed out of the bed where Ulfric was resting. I looked back at him, he was resting peacefully. I wondered what time it was. I was surprised, the sky was still a soft purple-pink. I had more than enough time to cleanse myself, and to preform a ritual that should probably observe.

I put on one of Ulfric's tunics. Then I rummaged through my bag for clean small clothes. I crept out of the room and towards the bathing room. In the bathing room there were several large tubs. There was a hearth for heating water. I did so, I rummaged around for soap, finding an interesting one, Bosmeri fat soap. I had not had the luxury of using such soap since my mother made it in the big pots out side of the tree house. It was scented only by the blood used to make it. I grabbed it and entered the tub. I lathered myself richly, turning the water a rusty red. I used some of the hair soaps and oils, making my hair soft.

I rinsed, and let the water down a drain that seemed to lead to sewers. I rose and toweled off, I cursed. I had forgotten my stuff in Ulfric's room. I put on the small clothes and Ulfric's tunic, as I walked back to the room. I noticed that the servants were already up and about. Many of them gave me interested looks, one even loudly proclaimed that Ulfric would not mope anymore. I entered the room quietly trying not to wake Ulfric. I picked up the new armour, it had no wing holes. I was confused, why would Nocturnal give me armour she knew would not fit? I started to rub the spot where the join that fixed my wings to my shoulders should go when my thumb...fell through the armour. I almost laughed, it was so simple. Khajiit and Argonian armour didn't have holes, they used magic. Of course Nocturnal would do that so I would not have armour with holes. I quickly started to put on the armour, all except for the hood, for I still had warpaint to apply. I started packing when I heard him start to stir. I quieted staying still.

"Dammit! I suppose she has already left, damn dragons." He called out, causing me to chuckle. He looked over and startled, "What in—why are you up?"

"That is the first thing you ask? I will tell you but first let me finish packing." While I was packing he dressed, I sat down on Ulfric's table and he followed suit. "What time must you leave?" He asked.

"Well like I said I need to be at Whiterun by sun high. And that is a quarter days flight, so I can spend a quarter of a day here, and that is half over," He looked at me confused, "So you are saying that it takes three hours to get from here to Whiterun. And you can stay here for one and a half hours?" He asked, I nodded, "I forgot about the hour system. I'm sorry Ulfric, I mean I completely forgot of joor systems."

'Hi fend ni fraan krosis. Hi los dovah, dov nuft krein ahrk iilah fah tiid, ni wahlaan drendiir fah tiid!' Screamed Rovulheim.

"It is okay. How about you eat breakfast with me?" I looked at him, "I thought you might not want all of Tamriel know you've bedded a dovah. I mean Galmar and Nocturnal know, but Galmar is your best friend and Lady Nocturnal is well..Lady Nocturnal. Dov are not particularly well liked, it might hurt your reputation."

"Hurt my reputation? I do not think it will, anyway anyone who wishes to say that I am less of a man for being with you deserves to taste a blade," I laughed, "Well put, come, I'll eat with you." This man had an incredible ability to make me relax. As we were moving through the doorway he cocked his head and sniffed, he worried me so I sniffed to. I did not smell anything of particular interest, Ulfric's bed needed to be changed but other than that I smelled nothing. I turned towards him, "What do you smell? Danger?"

"No...blood. Are you hurt?" He asked, then I understood, the Bosmeri fat soap. "No, I'm fine it is just that I found fat soap. Why did you even have fat soap?" I asked him. He gave me a strange look, "What in oblivion is 'fat soap'?" I laughed and moved forward, "Fat soap is a soap that is adherent to the Green Pact." I answered holding open the door to the hallway. By now the hallway was full with guards and servants. "The Green Pact?" I wrapped one wing around his shoulders like an arm.

"How could you not know about the Green Pact? Whenever I am in the Green I stick strictly to it." Then it hit me, I could never again stick to the Treaty of Frond and Leaf. One of the more important parts of the green pact is that the form of the Bosmer is sacred and not to be changed, excluding the Wild Hunt. And I was already a werewolf, physically changed, and a fucking dragon. My mother would be so hurt, my father, as brother of the chief would be required to either condemn me to the ooze or find some way to appease Y'ffre.

We walked down the stairs that led to the other hallways, as we moved a guard started to say something.

"Jarl, you are up early – OH! Dragonborn welcome! We didn't know you were here!" I laughed and said good morning, but I accidentally said, "Pruzah feyl!"

The guard gave me the strangest look, I did not know I had slipped up until Ulfric elbowed me and whispered, "Pruzah feyl? You mean Good morning." I nodded and repeated in the correct language. We continued and I whispered to him, "Krosis, lokaal, my mind is on something else," He chuckled and thinking about what I had just said I laughed too.

We turned right down the stairs that led to the War Room. "Lokaal? Is that a term of endearment, Dragoness?" I giggled, "Perhaps, Bear, you know what lokaal means, do you not?"

"Of course I do, you keep forgetting that I lived with the Greybeards," He said holding open the door to the War Room. "True, I suppose you did." I retorted.

"Did what, hmm. I thought you would be gone by now, Stormblade. After tonight I thought you would clear out." Said Galmar as we entered.

"Ulfric convinced me to stay for breakfast. But I did not think you to be up so early, Galmar," I answered, "Well I couldn't really sleep well after last night," I slapped his shoulder, "No, that's not what I meant, I meant getting jumped by a Daedric prince, after that whole...thing," he quickly responded. "I've got to go soon, so lets eat." I said, hoping to get something in my belly.

"Anyway, Galmar, you should knock. I've been telling you this for years." Said Ulfric, exasperated. "I think I will, now." Galmar intoned, heading towards the long table, where sausages, breakfast breads, eggs, potatoes, and what looked like chicken. I turned to Ulfric, "Who is this for? We can't eat all this!" I said, "Who does this go to?" I asked.

"Anything not eaten is given to the guards, but sometimes if there is too much for even that we give it to Candlehearth. Welcome Stormblade," answered Jorleif walking up, I nodded and replied, "Fine feyl to you Jorleif," then I turned to Ulfric, "Let us hurry I'll need to go soon." Then I moved towards the table.

'Ah, food, pruzah,' Mirmulnir said softly, 'What? Do you feel hunger?' I asked, confused, 'Nid, but we feel your hunger. Same as we feel your faaz, yesterday was terrible. You should work not to do that again.' I sighed, did they think I had purposefully harmed myself? Ulfric did not see the full extent of the damage, I had expected the hunters to be armed with bows, as most are, but one had a huge Ancient Nordic great-sword. That was the one who had butchered me from the crook of the wing to wrist.

I had also been shot in the face and neck, but since I was a dovah at time my scales protected me from any true harm. I had mostly fought them off when the man with the great–sword had attacked, I had bit and scratched and Shouted, first I had told him I was the Dovahkiin. He did not listen, I was forced to kill him. The others had backed off, I picked the arrows out of my face and neck. By the time I looked up they had left, I had changed and gulped all of my health potions I had.

Then I had returned to dovah form and gritted through my pain, which was excruciating, and started flying. I did not know to where, I simply screwed my eyes shut and flew. When I had to stop I landed and realized I was just outside of Windhelm. It was night and none of the guards seemed to notice or care that a bleeding dragon just crashed down near the gates. I steeled myself and changed again.

The faaz, the pain was duzuntaas, debilitating. My feyfaliil, Bosmer, form was not suited to endure such things, and my dovah mind was clouding over my more conventional mind. I looked over my wounds, the main cut was from wrist to wing tip. I grabbed some snow and put it on the wound, creating an exhilarating mix of pain and relief. I distantly heard a dragon try to talk to me in my mind, but I didn't understand. I desperately dug through my bag, hoping, praying, for another potion as my life blood bled out. I found two minor potions of healing I had stolen, I quickly drained them and rummaged for more. I near cried in joy when I found a vigorous healing potion.

The potion had a euphoric effect, I watched as the wound knit back together, not all the way together, but you take what you can get. I knew that there was a healer here, Wuunferth. So I flew, but in feyfaliil form. Then I felt a ripping sensation and a zomaar, terrible, faaz. My bottom wing membrane had ripped, I was near the Palace of the Kings. I simply tumbled into Ulfric's bedroom and that is where he found me.

Back at the table I was stuffing my face with bacon and laughing at something Galmar had said. I told the whole table about The Green Pact. I laughed at their disgust at the whole Meat Mandate, "But Dragonborn, you no longer partake in human, or elf flesh do you?" Asked Jorleif, concerned. Ulfric, Galmar, and I all shared a glance, we all knew that werewolves were man and mer munchers.

"No, Jorleif, I do not eat human flesh, not because I find it morally wrong, but because you have laws against it here." Was my smooth lie and a truth. When I was finally satiated I excused myself, and whispered to Ulfric, "I must leave, but I must first go to your room to put on warpaint, so I will be back down." With that I sauntered off, wiggling my hips especially for Ulfric. When I was in the War Room and out of sight I heard Galmar whistle.

"Gods Ulfric, you can choose 'em." Galmar laughed. I chuckled myself and ran up the stairs to Ulfric's room.

There I looked for my bag, I found it beside the bed. As I looked through it I found a note that was not there before, it had two words on the front. To Morgyna, I opened it.

Dear Morgyna,

Last night you fell asleep quickly after Nocturnal arrived. You sleep far better now, you no longer cry out in pain. I digress, I wrote this because I am sure you'll leave me soon, to save the world. I want you to know that I am a coarse man. But I really want you to know that you are not just a fling to me, and I hope the same is for me with you. I also want you to know that if you do make it back that you have a place here. Not only with me, but with the rebellion. We will wait for you to take solitude, I know you were looking forward to that. The thing I wish to tell you the most is, I feel hate for mer sometimes. It is no secret, you perhaps are not the best example of how much an elf is like a human, granted. But you have made me feel that perhaps not all elves are Thalmor, and that not all true children of Skyrim are Nords. For that I thank you.

Please keep this in mind as you fight Alduin, give him Hell for me.

Yours, Ulfric Stormcloak

Damn that man to Oblivion and back. I had tried for years to be unreadable, but I just fail when it comes to him. I was crying now, 'You feel lokaal for him. That is new for you. Dovahhe, do not question such things. If we feel lokaal we simply fly with it. You are yet young, but that matters not.' said Mirmulnir softly, I nodded and wiped my face, it needed to be dry for war paint.

I applied white war paint in a skull pattern over where my own skull lay cloaked in my face. Any place left bare, such as eye sockets, lips, and nose, was painted black. This paint was to symbolize that I was walking into death, and accepted it.

I grabbed all of my stuff, and took a deep breath. I descended quickly, as I entered the War Room I started pulling on my hood, but I left it down. I kept the mask off, and in my hands. As I walked into the main hall, I heard the people within shush a conversation about Elves, I nodded upon entry.

"Interesting choice..." said Ulfric, rising from his seat, when Galmar started to do the same Ulfric waved him off, "Stay there, I just walking her out," Ulfric said softly, I knew I was due to go. I put the mask on and raised the hood. I was ready, even though I knew once I shifted it would go back to my bag. Ulfric and I walked out of the door, it was cold outside. I looked at him and I saw a grim determination in his eyes.

"Hey, I send someone to you if I die. There will not be any uncertainty, Zu'u kaat." I said quietly, bumping his shoulder. I gave him a lingering hug during which he whispered, "Don't make it so that I must hear any one say you've not made it, please." I couldn't answer, so I merely nodded. I bunched my legs and took off, as I rose I heard a quiet, "Good bye," and then almost as an as an after thought, "lokaal."

I shifted, and flew to Whiterun.

Somewhere on the tundras of Skyrim, near Whiterun I remembered that I forgot to get potions. I could get them at Arcadia's Caldron, I needed health potions, I did not have the time or ingredients to make the, I also needed a...contraceptive potion. Again I usually made these, not that I have had much reason to lately.

Now I was at Whiterun, its walls standing tall and I could see guards already positioning their bows. I waved my front legs, hoping they could see that I was me and not an enemy. They seemed to notice, so I shifted to make it easier to land. But my armour was still on me! Nocturnal had seen fit to fill this armour for someone who shifts shapes often. I thanked her heartily for it. I touched down in the market, I looked up, it was not quite sun high yet. Or as Ulfric called it, noon.

I walked with purpose to the alchemy shop. I strode in and Arcadia greeted me.

"Ah Morgyna, I heard you were coming to town. What brings you here? You usually make your own concoctions."

"Usually Arcadia, but right now time is of the essence. I need however many health potions you can give me, and...well...gods this is embarrassing, I need a contraceptive potion," Arcadia looked surprised, "Oh! Well do you need a day after or before?" A blush was creeping its way over her face. "After," I answered gruffly.

'Why are you embarrassed? Is it not good to have lokaal? Humans are weird." Said Goldunkriid, clearly severely confused. "1024 Septums." Arcadia heaped a great many minor healing potions intermixed with stronger ones. There was also a large yellow bottle, it had a clear label on it that read, 'Pregnancy Preventative. Afterward' It was not inconspicuous. I gave her the money and put all the healing potions in my bag. I grabbed the contraceptive and left.

Outside I saw Lydia walking up the steps to Dragonsreach. I waved to her uncorking the bottle and moving my mask. She ran up to me and saw the bottle and gave me a questioning look. I held up a finger while I drained the bottle. It tasted awful.

"Morgyna, a day after remedy?" I nodded. "Who...?" I looked around, "This has to stay on the down low," Lydia quickly acquiesced, "Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak. Speaking of~"

"Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak?! What did you do? What did he do? Ulfric might be powerful but that doesn't mean he's a good match. Furthermore, I thought he was unswerving Elf hater, and no offense but you are a dragon!" I thought it was funny that Lydia was mothering me over this. I clapped a hand on her shoulder, "Lydia, I thought the same about the dovah thing. He is surprisingly cool about sharing his bed with a fire-breathing, giant monster. And," I started more earnestly, "I think I might be actually in love with him. And you know how I feel about that." And she did, Lydia was one of the few people who knew everything about me.

"I have a small job for you, if I don't make it I need you to go to Windhelm and tell him such. Odahviing will tell you if I am killed. On the same note, how is Diikiir doing?" I tried to finish on a lighter note. "He is doing well, Vilkas has him now if you wish to see him. He misses you, he keeps calling out for 'Monah' and we think that might mean you, because if I remember correctly monah means mother?" Her sentence ended with question as if she was unsure of herself. I nodded and looked up. It was sun high.

I gave Lydia a hug, I was shaking. "Take care, Lydia." With that I took off to the great porch. My wings worked with such efficiency, I was now circling the palace. I saw a dovah approach, it was Odahviing, I landed on the top of Dragonsreach.

"Dovahkiin! I am glad you've come. Let us go to Skuldofn, you smell like...mun?" I sighed and jumped forward, changing.

"Odahviing, I am allowed relations."

"Ah, but Dovahkiin what if you become kiiraal? Would that not complicate things?" I sighed, why was everybody shitting on my parade?

'Dahik, we are all rivuntaas on you. If hi gjok this up we all dir, so deim your draaf and gjoktaas get to work!' cried Zaanloksuum, angry. I huffed angrily, I looked over at Whiterun. Many of the citizen were staring at dragons reach, I was guessing due to the two dragons conversing languorously.

"Odahviing, I am not pregnant. I promise, I have taken precautions. Come, Alduin will not wait for long, Lead me to Skuldofn." I said winging my way into the sky.

"Okay Dovahkiin, follow me."