Author's note: Apologies for the delay, lady's and gentlemen, I had some rather time consuming business I had to attend to.
Chapter 4
My heart raced as the old man looked upon me, his aged eyes scanning my every body part for the slightest sign of error, or weakness.
"Where did you say she came from?" he asked a much younger man.
"Ran away from Honourhall orphanage" the young man replied, there was a cold, feral hunger to his eyes that she did not like. Or did she? She did not know, she did know that she couldn't stop staring into them.
"So you prefer freedom then, lass?"
"..."
"Majestic?"
"..."
The younger man shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the elder looked over at him.
"I think you have a fan-girl, Vilkas"
-:-
Majestic walked down the hallway, following the tall Nord called Farkas, Vilkas' brother, although they looked nothing alike. She could escape Farkas' eyes if she wanted to. As they walked, a low hum of whisperes followed them, as did a rather comical scene between two of the Companions:
"As I 'ear it, tha' new one's go' a "thing" for Vilkas" A skinny Dark-elf said, the war paint on his face twisting with the movements of his mouth, his friend, a tall Nord woman, also with facepaint, looked at Majestic with daggers in her eyes. "Come on, Nadja, kids can dream, can'ey?" The Dark-elf defended her, "Or have you got a...'ting fa' Vilkas." Nadja, better known by her nickname, "Stone Arm", glared at the Dunmer, called Athis, with even more daggers than she did Majestic, and the dunmer returned them, "If you wan'o se'le 'dis, let's take it to da' yard" he threatened. With that, they left.
"Here we are, short stuff, this is where the new-bloods sleep." said Farkas, his voice deep and gruff, nothing like Vilkas's velvety smooth voice. She glared at him for her new nickname, then frowned at "new-bloods". This was like a tribe of Barbarians! And she loved it! "We've spoken to Kodlak (she assumed "Kodlak" was the old man) about your paymen', he says beds are part of it anyway, so you'll be gettin' money on the side, too" Farkas continued. "Come to me or Aela, she's over there, by the way" he pointed to one of the most hard-core women Majestic had ever seen! Like a statue, Aela stood againt the wall with her arms folded, stone cold, and equally stoney eyes glaring at Majestic. What is it with the people and GLARING!? -"if you're lookin' for work, Skjor and Vilkas might have somethin' for ya' when you move up the ranks". Her heart disobeyed her orders to keep quiet and leapt at the sound of Vilkas's name, such to the point that she forgot who the other man (or woman for all she knew) was entirely!
"Understand?" Farkas questioned.
"Oh, uhh...yes?" Majestic said uncertainley.
"Aww...you were fantasizing?" Aela said quietly into her ear, making her jump. How the Oblivion did she get over here so fast?! "Ha, ha ha ha" Aela gave a laugh as cold as her exterior, "I'm not mocking you, little one, I think it's cute. A kid can dream, can she not?" Farkas stepped in to help Majestic as soon as he saw the red hue exploding onto her cheeks.
"Aela, I've been given a job that I think you might enjoy" Farks said, returning Majestic's thankful gaze.
"Oh?" Aela sais with animalistic curiosity, tearing her gaze from her new prey, to the hulking Nord standing before her. "And what would that be?"
"Some poncy little whelp from the Rift has asked for us to clear out his yard of racoons" Farkas said, knowing he had Alea by the ears, no dog pun intended. Aela's eyes shined with new life as her lips opened slightly.
"Farkas, you know I have a weakness for hunting, and you use that to your advantage and put this job on me?" she said innocently.
"In a nutshell, yes. I could give it to Athis, or Nadja if you'd-"
"Unnecessary," Aela interupted, "I'll do it"
"Ok, then," Farkas said, "You should get some shut-eye, Majestic, you don' wanna' be here when Aela gets back."
To the Rift and back in one night? Impossible! For someone who isn't a Werewolf...
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