#soldieroftalos

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[faldron]

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"Well now... Don't you look like you think you're important. Got coin to spare, m'lord fancy pants?" Faldron asked the Nord, squinting at him out of his good eye.

[ibaragidoji]

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{ — ひや }

Oh, my. A man of power.

He emits red, purple, black auras.

Dangerous and daring. Luxurious and with dignity. Sophisticated and powerful.

Let's follow him around to see what else lies beneath.

"--. . ."

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soldieroftalos replied to your post:Hey Alduin. What's your favorite thing about yourself?

[ did u mean got a bad ass /hairflip ]

[ i WILL K ILL YOU FRCK ]

[wisetothewood]

soldieroftalos replied to your post:[ whispers us ]

[ /w e e ps;;;;; ]

// I KNOOWWW...

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[ whispers us ]

I abandoned everything

         To be yours

[wisetothewood]

Long Way from Home // Ulfric x Jote

The air was icy and freezing by the time the large group of viera made it through the peeks of mountains and hills. The journey was hard on their bodies; already weak and weary from the attack of the elder dragon who now made roost on the ashes of their home. 

Though nomadic at a time, they were never well equipped for the harsh cold that harbored Windhelms territory. Hopefully the city just inside the large walls would prove warmer; if such a friendly welcome were extended to her people and herself. 

At the front of the massive group was Jote; the Elder of the Eruyt Tribe of female Viera, and she rode a white elk with red eyes. The beast was mighty and fat; carrying not only its Mistress but the essentials she deemed fit to travel from the onslaught of chaos from just at their backs. 

A few other women rode atop elk in turn; the other was Mjrn, sister to the Elder and leader of the tribe, and deathly ill from he cold. It was only just ahead of them and the older sister prayed for her survival till then. 

"Hold tight to your coat, sister. Almost are we within the walls of the city." Jote calmed the youngest, but the fear stricken in her eyes was hard to ignore. 

"What if they turn us away? What if the Wood abandons us for seeking shelter and aid from the Nords? This breaks our oath with the natural world---" A fit of coughs left her, forcing Jote to hold her hand high in hopes of silencing their fears. 

"And if we should be rejected; travel again we will. Once supplies and proper wear we stock. Fear not." The elk she rode reared up in response to the coming wind, as if panicked at the thought of the freezing temperature to come. 

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It took only a few hours more before the tribe reached the city, and upon their crossing the bridge they were harassed and questioned each step of the way. 'There is no room for your kind!' Cried one Nord, 'turn back!' threatened another. 

But Jote did not heed them, instead she had her people gather at the center of Windhelm, causing more than a minor stir. And from the back of her elk did Jote leave, and accompanied by her sister and two guards. With a brisk pace they approached the haunting castle of Jarl Ulfric. 

Just inside a servant rushed to the Jarl with his head bowed, an urgent tone to his voice as he called to his master, "my Jarl! These are most certainly troubling times! The city has been... has been filled with Viera!" 

A passing few servants stopped to take heed of these words; quickly hushed whispers passed through the stone walls. Never had the viera made a conscious effort to approach city's or allow others to enter their villages. They were near impossible to find, and viera were even rarer to see. 

"The one they claim is their leader; J-Jote. She seeks your audience!"