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Dragonheart: Of Black Wings Unfurled	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 15055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This chapter has been a long time coming. Unfortunately, just after I started this chapter, I hit a hell of a writer's block. From there, life got in the way, rather drastically in fact. I'm sorry this one took so long, but I am back on the bandwagon now as it were. I might not have chapter 3 up util after the new year however, as I'm working on making some christmas gifts by hand. I hope you all enjoy the newest installment and I hope to get another chapter up for you all soon!

~Kae

Chapter 2: Homeward Bound

Burning…
Her side was burning worse than dragon fire. Everything hurt. Shaking began to rock her body now, forcing the agony to ripple through the rest of her body. She could swear that she could faintly hear someone calling out to her.
“ TARROWLYN!” Serana screamed.
That terrified scream was more than enough to bring her back to her own mind. Tarrowlyn gasped in horror when she finally opened her eyes and she looked down. She was still transformed, and she had Serana pinned to the cave floor. One clawed hand was raised in preparation to meet a death blow on the vampire below her and the other was digging into Serana’s shoulder, keeping her pinned to the dirt. Serana had grabbed Tarrowlyn’s own blade and the werewolf was currently realizing that the shining steel was still embedded in her side. The shaking that Tarrowlyn must have felt was the two of them tussling about. She could feel Serana’s feet planted firmly against her chest and throat in an effort to keep her from moving in for a bite. How fast had this happened?!
Serana breathed a sigh of relief. Tarrowlyn’s eyes had gone from a deep, almost muddy brown color, back to bright gold. “ Let go of my shoulder first. This way you can start pulling yourself off the sword.” she said carefully. Serana prayed that it wasn’t just a moment of clarity for her.
Tarrowlyn nodded worriedly. She forced her claws to relax. While Tarrowlyn was starting to gain control back, it seemed as if Tala still had a good grip on the physical functions. “ I’m so sorry…” she whimpered, and a little whine forced itself from the back of her throat at the thought of what she had done. She yelped a little as she began pulling her body backwards and a light growl echoed through the cave. “ Okay...I need to ask Eorlund what in blazes goes into the blades he crafts. That almost burned as bad as silver does.”
“ If it had been, I wouldn’t have been able to hold it.” Serana replied with a wry smirk. “ I’ll consider that punishment enough for what happened Tarrowlyn. I’m not going to hold it against you, especially when you warned me a while ago that your wolf was still shy of…” Serana paused a moment as she spun a finger around. Tarrowlyn caught the gist immediately. “ Hurry and hunt something down before your transformation wanes. You need to shore your strength back up. Especially with what just happened.”
Tarrowlyn’s ears fell flat against her head in worry. She hadn’t meant for this to happen. Serana was right though, she did need to get something; or right now a few deer or elk, to eat. She needed something that would appease Tala’s need to hunt. Once that was over, Tarrowlyn was going to attempt to meditate and contact her inner wolf. They had to come to an agreement or Tarrowlyn would be lost the next time she transformed.
Tarrowlyn loped out into the woods from the cave when her stomach gave a mighty growl. She had already wasted too much time lost to her own musings. The werewolf gave a crooked grin as she caught the smell of deer on the wind. “ Hello breakfast.” she said to herself, and with that, Tarrowlyn took off as fast as she could to catch up.

You should know better by now, human...Tala growled. Her tone was both mirthful and threatening at the same time.
“ You’re one to talk. I thought we had been over this.” Tarrowlyn whispered. She was dressed again, and leaning against the wall in her meditation. Vilkas had taught her this after she had been born into the pack, and Tarrowlyn was never more glad for his guidance and advice. In her mind, she was walking closer to where Tala was visibly pacing in one of the corners of her consciousness. Her green eyes were full of fury as she leveled them on the crimson colored wolf before her. “ I don’t mind feeding your need for the hunt every once and a while, but I will remain in control. You could have killed Serana had I not wrested control back from you.”
A menacing growl echoed through the recesses of Tarrowlyn mind, full of anger and the promise of violence. She is not of our kind! Or human for that matter. I have no trust for those who walk when the sun sleeps. They are dead, and should not be permitted to still act as if they are alive. Tala snarled. Her yellow eyes were nothing but fine slits as she met Tarrowlyn's gaze defiantly.
Lovely, her wolfen half was more aligned to Isran’s line of thinking when it came to vampires. “ I still remember what you kept whispering to me a few nights ago, Tala. About the redguard?” Tarrowlyn said sternly.
Tala laughed boldly now. I could sense how angry he was making you? We are one, if you’re angry, then I’m angry…
“ You’re always angry nowadays, Tala.” Tarrowlyn interrupted, her voice like ice as she cut Tala off. The wolf was starting to grate on her last nerve.
Tala had had enough of this. She pounced forward and landed on Tarrowlyn, firmly pinning the mental specter of her human half to the floor. Her teeth were bared in Tarrowlyn's face in a savage snarl. Why is that I wonder?! the wolf bellowed. Despite having taken the blood of the beast into yourself, you certainly don’t use me as often as you should!
There was no fear on Tarrowlyn's face despite the wolf's show of intimidation. “ I took in the blood of the beast to put a single argument to rest. Farkas would not have been willing otherwise.” Tarrowlyn replied with a smirk. She kicked both her feet up and Tarrowlyn launched Tala off of her. That was no easy feat considering that Tala was the size of a grown man. Her decision had been right in the end. Farkas certainly had no qualms approaching her now that they both bore the blood.
Ah yes…Our mate. Tala cooed this time as she picked herself up from the floor. I told you he would be. And he marked his claim on you as well.
Tarrowlyn’s brow arched curiously. Maybe Farkas was the key to keeping her beast calmer? It was definitely something to look in on. “ Enough, Tala. I will not stand for you to take control again.” Tarrowlyn growled threateningly, her index finger pointed to the wolf to emphasize her point. " Try it again and I will show you why I am the alpha in my pack."
Tala laughed once more. I was wondering when you were going to admit it. Very well, Tarrowlyn. I will not try to exercise control again. Tala rolled onto her back as a show of submission and Tarrowlyn knelt beside the wolf to scratch her behind the ears. It's a shame we cannot exist separately. I would fight beside you against your foes. But the nightwalkers...I do not trust them. Not even the one you travel with now.
Tarrowlyn sighed as she stood. " I understand, but I will not allow you to attack her again. Serana not done anything to betray my trust yet."
Very well, Tarrowlyn. If you trust her then I will not make another attempt on her. But if she betrays you...Tala’s golden eyes narrowed skeptically. I will end her life.
Tarrowlyn sighed and she shook her head. “ Very well then. Let me get some rest for once if you would please.” Her tone was full of exasperation as her verdant eyes leveled on her beast half. “ I can’t remember the last time I had a truly restful sleep.”
If Tala could have smiled, she would have been grinning ear to ear. Then hurry and get home to your mate. You certainly have no trouble sleeping when he’s around. she shot back playfully. Besides, my presence keeps you on the alert which keeps you from being ambushed. We don’t need a repeat of that night, now do we? Tala's voice was neither playful or stern, but full of regret. It seemed as if the wolf felt deeply guilty about that night now that they had both had time to reflect on things.
Tarrowlyn’s face fell at the mention of Bloated Man’s Grotto. She should have heeded Tala’s warning sooner than she had. “ No, we don’t. But I’m not alone either. I’ve got you with me wherever I go, remember?” Tarrowlyn said. She really did need to rest her mind soon, as she could feel weariness starting to settle over her the longer she kept herself in this state.
Tala rubbed her great furry head along Tarrowlyn’s hip affectionately, and she groaned in pleasure as Tarrowlyn scratched the back of her ears. Go, Tarrowlyn. As you said, you need your rest. You’re going to need your strength for what lies ahead.
“ Thank you Tala. I’ll try to shift more often so you can hunt.” Tarrowlyn replied honestly. Tala was right that Tarrowlyn didn't honestly cater to her all that much. They were one after all, and Tarrowlyn wondered if part of Tala's frustration stemmed from the dragonborn not taking the wolf's needs into consideration. Well, the kids and Rayya already knew she was a werewolf. Maybe Tarrowlyn could utilize the estate she had to allow her lupine half some freedom. She began walking away from the great red wolf and slowly a mist began forming over that corner of her mind. Physically, her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment and she looked over to where Serana lay peacefully. Good, nothing had found them here. Now, it was time for Tarrowlyn to get some much deserved sleep too.

Serana ran her fingers through Tarrowlyn’s locks. The dragonborn had asked for her help in plaiting her hair again, and though it was embarrassing for Tarrowlyn to admit, she couldn’t do it herself without a mirror.
“ I have a couple questions if you don’t mind me asking.” Serana said with a small smile. She often wished she had sisters to do this with. It surprised her how much of a kinship she felt to the nord before her as it was. They had barely been traveling a full week together and yet Serana felt as if she had known Tarrowlyn all her life. She was going to miss her very much when they finally got to her ancestral home.
Tarrowlyn chuckled as her eyes closed in pleasure, the top of her head and her neck tingling pleasantly. She loved having people mess with her hair. “ Ask away, Serana.” she replied, her voice conveying her comfort. She felt the vampiress' nails scrape against her scalp a little and Tarrowlyn sighed once more. She was starting to miss Lucia very much now, as her daughter loved brushing her mother's hair for her, and then playing with it once she was done.
“ Where did you get your amulet from?” Serana knew exactly what the amulet was and what it symbolized. It broke her heart that she would never get to experience the kind of happiness Tarrowlyn had with Farkas for herself. Serana had learned her lesson millenia ago when it came to men.
Tarrowlyn smiled a little as Serana finished plaiting her hair. “ I got it from Maramal in Riften. It was long ago, before I even joined the Circle.” She and Vilkas had indeed taken the long way back to Whiterun when they had gone out into the Rift, and she had spoken with Maramal about her love life. Well, lack thereof more specifically.
“ You still knew who you wanted to wear it for however.” Serana said knowingly. She had a broad smile on her face and Tarrowlyn laughed. She took a thin piece of leather from Tarrowlyn to tie her locks in place and Serana’s ruby colored eyes softened a bit. Would she have ever worn that amulet as well?
“ That’s true.” Tarrowlyn chuckled. “ You make it sound like you’ll never get that chance.”
“ I might not.” Serana agreed. She couldn’t fight the melancholy starting to settle over her. Tarrowlyn turned to face her and Serana’s gaze fell on the amulet she was wearing. “ What’s it like? Knowing someone loves you that much?”
Tarrowlyn sighed a little and she put a comforting hand on Serana’s shoulder. “ That’s something I can’t explain, to be honest. There are no words for that kind of feeling. The only thing to do is find out for yourself.” Tarrowlyn replied. “ I daresay a few of our companions would fall right at your feet. Some are more stubborn than others though.”
Vilkas fit neatly in the too stubborn to admit it category. He wouldn’t even look twice at Serana with as often as his nose was buried in a book. Granted, she knew the elder of the twins had a base physical attraction to her, but she also knew he would never act on it.
Tarrowlyn turned away as another thought came to mind, one that had flitted through once or twice at least. She knew how good a lover Farkas was, and he had mentioned before that he and Vilkas had tag teamed their fair share of women. What would it be like, having both of them? A slight shudder ran through Tarrowlyn at the thought of being between them, feeling them both at the same time.
“ We need to get you home.” Serana teased. “ You’re starting to pine for your lover.” A warm laugh echoed through their cave as Tarrowlyn blushed as brilliantly red as her hair and she turned her embarrassed green gaze on Serana.
“ Can it, would you?” she snarled, though there was no bite in that demand. “ As for getting home, we need to get you back to your home. The sun is down now, let’s head out.”

Alesan was sitting at the grindstone sharpening the dagger his mother had asked him to hold onto for her. Tarrowlyn had yet to ask for it back and in the meantime, Alesan was going to keep it in good fighting condition. He felt a hand settle over his shoulder and his blue eyes turned up to look at Farkas with a smile on his face.
“ You catch on pretty quick.” Farkas said proudly. He had only shown Alesan once how to sharpen a blade and that was before the kids had gone on their last camping trip with Rayya. In fact, now that Farkas thought about it, there was the matter of the armor he had started making that he hadn’t finished yet. He’d shoo Alesan off so that he could get to work without the boy prying into what it was Farkas was working on.
“ I’ve watched Ma do it enough times.” Alesan replied as he turned his eyes back to what he was doing. He took his foot off of the pedal and he gingerly ran his thumb over the edge. Perfect! Alesan tucked the dagger into his boot and he stood up. Farkas had built Tarrowlyn a few weapons racks and an awning stretching out from the kitchen in the event that the weather was not favorable. “ I’m going to head out for a bit. Tell Luce not to follow me this time please?” He grabbed a quiver from the rack and he strapped that over his chest. Farkas had been allowing Alesan to do some hunting on his own provided that he didn’t go too far or take on anything he couldn’t handle.
Farkas chuckled. “ She’s your sister, Alesan. What did you honestly expect?” He handed Alesan his bow and the boy smiled a little as he settled it on his back. “ Or is this about the miller’s daughter?”
Alesan blushed a little at the question and Farkas chuckled. “ I’ll keep her busy. You go on and don’t do anything that’ll get you in trouble with Bolund.” Farkas said. Alesan gave him a bright smile and Farkas ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately.
“ Thanks Farkas.” Alesan replied cheerfully. He took off towards Pinewatch like a little bolt of lightning and Farkas chuckled to himself at the boy’s enthusiasm.
If only I had that kind of spunk at his age. Farkas thought to himself as he shook his head. He grabbed his apron from it’s hook, right next to Tarrowlyn’s, and Farkas let the fingers of his free hand trail down the leather. He hoped she would be back soon. Farkas put his apron on as he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He needed to concentrate on the kids right now, not on how much he missed their mother. Not only that, he needed to concentrate on the armor he was making. Farkas smirked a bit as he tied his hair back, well, he had gotten Alesan out of the way for now, which was going to give him a more than ample opportunity to get the next couple of pieces done.
“ HEY LUCIA!” Farkas called out.
“ Yeah?” came the reply. By the sound of it she was in the entrance hall.
“ C’mere a minute!” Farkas ordered gently. He promised to keep Lucia busy after all. What better way to do that than to get her in on what he was doing?

The north eastern wind was biting as Tarrowlyn came to a stop near Ice Water Jetty. There was a great palace looming in the distance. Even from this far, it was massive. “ Serana?” Tarrowlyn said softly. She had refrained asking these questions for the duration of their journey. “ Is that truly an elder scroll on your back?”
“ Yes, it is, and it’s mine.” Serana whispered.
“ Care to explain why you have it?” Tarrowlyn’s voice was soft. She truly wasn’t expecting an answer from Serena right now, if ever. For all she knew, once they stepped foot in Serena's ancestral home, it would be the last Tarrowlyn ever saw her. The thought saddened her to be honest, as the vampire had proven to be wonderful company for their time traveling together.
“ I’m sorry.” came the strained reply from behind her. “ It’s complicated. I can’t really talk about it.” Serana felt horrible about this. It was better than Tarrowlyn never know why she had the elder scroll. It would keep her alive.
Tarrowlyn nodded. She had thought as much. “ You mentioned last night that you weren’t certain you’d be safe depending on which of your parents were to receive you at home. Why is that, Serana?” she asked.
“ Let’s just say that my mother and father had a bit of a falling out. Don’t worry, I’m not in any danger or anything. It’ll just be more unpleasant to run into my father.” Serana answered honestly this time. At least that she could tell Tarrowlyn openly. “ As I’m sure you can guess, that’s it to the north. We used to keep a boat here to get back and forth with.”
“ It’s over there near the dock. I can see it from here.” Tarrowlyn’s eyes had turned golden again to see in the light of the full moon. At least now she could see sharply. She had relied on Serana’s eyes while they had been in the forests at night. “ Let’s get you back Serana.”
Serana could hear the melancholy in Tarrowlyn’s voice. She wished she didn’t have to part ways with her. It was in Tarrowlyn’s best interest in the end. Especially with her children waiting for her at home. Boarding into the boat, Serana looked towards their destination.
Castle Volkihar.
Serana only prayed that Tarrowlyn walked away from all this unscathed.

Tarrowlyn was wishing she had three hundred and sixty degree vision. The palace wasn’t massive as she had initially thought, it was freaking ginormous! It was awe inspiring, bone chillingly beautiful, and Tarrowlyn now officially had the willies as her eyes fell on the gargoyles. She had no desire to come across those again. Serana led the way slowly up the steps. Her posture was so rigid that Tarrowlyn was fearful that even a good gust would topple her over. She looked terrified at the fact that she was really here.
Tarrowlyn paused her movements a moment, and she turned Serana around to face her. “ Serana, listen. If you don’t want to come here we can go back...I can set you up in my cellar for now until Farkas and Sinding can hollow out part of the mountain for you. You do have a choice in this. Remember that.” Tarrowlyn’s eyes were locked to Serana’s the entire time and the vampire gave only the slightest of nods.
“ Thanks, I’ll be alright. I think.” Serana sighed a little heavily. They were almost at the gates. “ I wanted to thank you for getting me this far. But after we get in there, I’m going to go my own way for a while. I think…” Serana shook her head. She didn’t think the Dawnguard would refrain in killing everyone inside. “...I know your friends would probably want to kill everything in there. I’m hoping you can show some more control than that. Once we’re inside, just keep quiet for a bit. Let me take the lead.”
Tarrowlyn nodded in acquiesce. It was the least she could do, besides...She was a werewolf in a vampire den. What could possibly go wrong?
Don’t even chance thinking such thoughts, Tarrowlyn. That’s how you wound up in the past to begin with. the red haired woman thought to herself. She had a little bit of a scowl on her face, but she kept pace with her companion.
“ SERANA HAS RETURNED! OPEN THE GATES!” the thrall at the gate commanded with a bellow.

The minute they walked through the doors, Tarrowlyn had to suppress the urge to pull her blade. There was a vampire advancing menacingly on them already.
He used to be an altmer, though he looked as if time had not been kind to him. His blood red eyes were narrowed on them thinly as he looked at them in abject rage. “ How dare you trespass here!” His steps faltered the closer to them he drew, his jaw dropping a little in his surprise. “ Wait, Serana? Is that truly you? I cannot believe my eyes!” He ran to the balcony, nearly toppling over the stone balustrade in his haste. “ MY LORD! EVERYONE! SERANA HAS RETURNED!” He exclaimed joyfully.
Serana’s gaze narrowed as she began stepping towards the stairs. “ I guess I’m expected.” she said in disgust. Her father was here. That wasn’t good.
Tarrowlyn followed her, but she didn’t say anything. After all, she had promised to let Serana take the lead from here. The smell of blood and decay hung in the air like a veil, and the dragonborn fought the urge to retch. Normally blood had a way of making Tala more forceful, but it seemed as if even her beast half was disgusted with the sight before her. Severed appendages lay on silver plates, garnished to look all the more appetizing, blood stains abounded on both the table and the floor. There was too much blood here. They came to the bottom on the steps and Tarrowlyn took up post a meter away from Serana. She wasn’t going to be too far from her should she be needed.
A man began stepping towards them, and Tarrowlyn fought the urge to draw her blade once more. The man’s presence reeked of death! By the gods! Just how many had he killed to satiate his hunger for blood?! “ My long lost daughter returns at last. I trust you have my elder scroll?” Even his voice sent chills down Tarrowlyn’s back. She saw Serana bristle out of the corner of her eye as well. Serana was not pleased at all with this.
“ After all these years, that’s the first thing you ask me?” Serana snapped. Her tone was beyond hurt, her heart clenched painfully in her chest. She thought her father’s mind would have changed since then. “ Yes, I have the scroll.”
“ Of course I am delighted to see you, my daughter. Must I really say the words aloud?” her father said. His voice was menacing the closer he drew to them. Serana had to hold her hand out ever so slightly to keep Tarrowlyn from charging into a battle she couldn’t win. He stopped short, noticing how tense both women were with as close as he was coming. “ Ah, if only your traitor mother were here. I would let her watch this reunion before putting her head on a spike. Now tell me, who is the stranger you have brought into our hall?” His blood red eyes held none of Serana’s gentleness, none of the warmth Tarrowlyn had come to know. They were cold, full of hatred and the promise of violence and death.
Serana swept her hand towards Tarrowlyn and she smiled as her own eyes looked on her friend. “ This is my savior, the one who freed me.”
He looked intrigued by Tarrowlyn’s presence, she noted, but he had his nose in the air as if she were covered in dung. Maybe vampires could smell the taint of the moonborn on her. “ For my daughter’s safe return you have my gratitude. Tell me, what is your name?” he finally said after a moment.
Tarrowlyn’s hand had not left the hilt of her sword, but she stood straight regardless. “ My name is Tarrowlyn Dragonheart, Harbinger of the Companions of Jorrvaskr. Who are oblivion are you?” She would not allow him to look at her as if she were scum on his boots. She had killed men for less.
“ I am Harkon, lord of this court.” he replied. His tone was rather terse and Tarrowlyn smirked. She liked unsettling people like him. He wasn’t too different from Isran now that she thought on it. The dragonborn had enjoyed rankling his feathers too. “ By now my daughter will have told you what we are.”
“ She didn’t have to. I can smell it clear as day. Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn what you are. I made a promise to bring Serana home safely, and I’ve succeeded in that.” Tarrowlyn replied. She didn’t voice how she didn’t want Serana to stay here now that she knew the situation a little better. She didn’t want to leave her friend in this sociopath's presence any longer than necessary. If only she could have talked her into coming back to Lakeview instead.
“ Perhaps you should.” Harkon’s voice was low and dangerous. Tarrowlyn’s grip on her blade tightened. She wasn’t going to allow him to talk to her this way! “ I count some of the oldest and most powerful vampires among the members of my court. For centuries, we have lived here far from the cares of the world. All that ended when my wife betrayed me and stole away that which I valued most.”
I’m sure that was the elder scroll and not your daughter...Tarrowlyn thought to herself. She hated parents like him! How could he be so cold and careless to his own blood! She would never treat her children like this! Almost every minute she was home, she spent with Alesan and Lucia! “ So what happens now?” That was purely in reference to Serana’s safety. She had no desire to leave her here now. Tarrowlyn was going to drag her back to Lakeview kicking and screaming if she had to.
“ You have done me a great service, and now you must be rewarded.” Harkon said, trying to be charming about the situation. He sounded as if he were attempting to sugarcoat things. “ There is but one gift that I can give that is equal in value to the elder scroll and my daughter. I offer you my blood. Take it and you will walk as a lion among sheep. Men will tremble at your approach and you will never fear death again.”
Tarrowlyn snorted at the insinuation that she was little more than a sheep. She already was a lion amongst sheep. She was the Harbinger of the Companions, the Dhovakiin. Harkon would get himself quite a reckoning if he tried to kill her, that was for certain. Tarrowlyn’s eyes narrowed. “ I’m sure you realize that I’m moonborn. A werewolf. What will happen if I were to accept your reward?” she asked tightly. There was no way in hell she was going to allow this man to bite her.
Only Farkas was allowed to do that.
Harkon’s nose scrunched in disgust at the mention of Tarrowlyn’s affliction. “ Yes, I can smell it on you. The power of my blood will purge that filth and make you whole again.”
Tarrowlyn’s right hand nearly drew her sword of her own accord and the dragonborn hurriedly grabbed her wrist before the blade could come out too far. Oh damn, Tala had reacted to that statement. Calm down wolf. I have no intentions on accepting his so called gift. she thought.
I’ll kill that bastard myself, Tarrowlyn! I don’t care how old a vampire he is! Tala raged right back.
“ And if I choose to remain a werewolf?” Tarrowlyn asked consideringly. She was holding tight to her other hand with a death grip around her wrist in an effort to keep from drawing her blade. Tala’s influence was that strong, stronger than she had ever felt it in all honesty. That bastard had royally pissed off the alpha female and now she wanted blood.
Harkon’s gaze flitted between Tarrowlyn and Serana, who had been quiet since Harkon had finished speaking to her. Her ruby eyes were pleading with him, silently begging him not to kill the mortal woman between them. “ I will banish you from this castle. I will spare your life this once, but after that you ARE prey. Perhaps you still need convincing? Behold the power!”
Harkon doubled over for a brief moment and a pair of pale wings erupted from his back. His body bulked up, his face changed into something groteqsue, and Harkon began levitating off of the ground. He looked fearsome, the epitome of death.
“ This is the power that I offer! Now, make your choice.” Harkon demanded.
Tarrowlyn looked over to Serana and the vampire shook her head in disbelief. She was begging for Tarrowlyn not to take Harkon’s offer. “ I’m sorry, but I refuse. I don’t want to become a vampire.” Tarrowlyn said after a moment. Take care of yourself, Serana. she thought sadly.
“ So be it.” Harkon growled menacingly. “ You are prey, like all mortals. I banish you!” He thrust both palms out to her and Tarrowlyn refused to cry out when it felt as if fire began licking her skin. Slowly, blackness began encroaching on her vision and she saw Serana’s terrified face one last time.

Tarrowlyn woke up in the boat. She had already been pushed into the jetty and she was nearing the shoreline near the other side. The harbinger looked over her shoulder towards Castle Volkihar, and her eyes watered. She hadn’t gotten the chance to say a proper goodbye to Serana. As much as she wanted to believe that all was the way it should be, Tarrowlyn was positive she’d be seeing Serana again. Hopefully under better circumstances. she thought.
The boat touched to the dock not too long later, though Tarrowlyn’s gaze had yet to leave Castle Volkihar. By the nine, she prayed Serana was honestly as safe as she claimed to be. Tying the lines down and dropping anchor, Tarrowlyn began making her way for Solitude. Her horse had probably returned home by now and she wasn’t too keen on walking anymore.
Tarrowlyn just wanted to go home.

It was very late in the evening, he realized. Farkas was polishing the armor that he had been working on before he had left Lakeview, and thusly had lost track of time as he had become so engrossed in his work. He had finished it earlier in the week, despite the childrens pleas that he take them hunting or fishing for a couple of days. Well Lucia hadn’t been as bad as Alesan, but that was fine. The girl already knew what Farkas was working on, and any protesting Alesan would have had was squashed when he saw the size of the armor.
It was much too small to fit the gentle giant of the Companions. It was even too small to fit Tarrowlyn.
The front door creaked open and Farkas sat up straight in his chair, his interest instantly piqued. He could hear soft footsteps coming from the entry hall now too. He stood up with a bright smile on his face as the faintest whiff of dragontongue and lavender reached his nose and Farkas crossed the main hall in only five steps the second Tarrowlyn opened the door. He picked her up around her waist; not at all burdened by the armor she wore, and he spun her around for good measure, eliciting a silent shriek of joy from the woman he loved. The minute Farkas set her back on her feet, Tarrowlyn threw both her arms around his neck in a jubilant kiss. Farkas was practically purring in his happiness as he deepened their kiss and he pulled Tarrowlyn tight against him.
“ I missed you.” he said as they broke apart.
“ I missed you too, Farkas.” Tarrowlyn whispered. She had happy tears streaming down her cheeks at the sight of him and Farkas brushed them away with his thumbs. He leaned in to kiss her again, and Tarrowlyn’s arms wrapped tight around his neck.
“ MAMA!” Lucia squealed in her joy. Neither had heard the children’s bedroom door open and they hurriedly broke apart. The children still didn't know about them yet. The nine year old bolted down the stairs and Tarrowlyn went to a knee to catch her daughter in her embrace. “ You’re back early!”
“ The hour is quite late however, Luce.” Tarrowlyn chuckled. She smoothed Lucia’s mussed brown locks down a little as she looked at her. She had missed her a lot over the last week while traveling with Serana. Tomorrow, she was most definitely going to spend as much time as possible with the two. Maybe some fishing was in order. But that was for tomorrow. “ I want you to go back to bed. I’m not going anywhere for a long while. I promise. Well, maybe to Jorrvaskr, but I’ll be home within the day if that’s the case.”
Lucia giggled and she gave her mother a tight hug. “ I’m glad you’re home Mama.” she whispered. “ Now Farkas won’t be lonely either.”
Farkas snorted a bit at Lucia’s claim. He wasn’t as lonely as she was making him out to be, then again, the kids didn’t know either. It hadn’t really come up since the last time Tarrowlyn had been home.
“ Back to bed Luce.” Tarrowlyn chortled. “ Good night my little imp.” She stood straight up as Lucia bounced back up the stairs. She had always been a lighter sleeper than Alesan had. As if the brief thought of her son had summoned him, Alesan poked his head out their room. “ Go back to sleep, Alesan. I just got home. I’ll be going to bed shortly myself.”
Alesan nodded sleepily as he disappeared past the door jamb again. Lucia was soon to follow and the door was shut tight behind her.
Farkas sighed in relief. He was worried both the kids were going to keep them up all night. “ Did you want something to eat real quick? Rayya made some sort of dish from Hammerfell, and there’s still a little left.”
An answering growl from Tarrowlyn's stomach answered him and both chuckled at the sound. “ I’d like that very much, please. I’ll be right back down. I need to get out of my armor first.” Tarrowlyn replied. She laughed softly as Farkas pulled her back towards him before she could get too far away and the dragonborn sighed happily as he kissed her.
“ Want some help with that?” Farkas offered, his voice a sensual caress. He was smiling roguishly at her and Tarrowlyn laughed softly once more. Despite the fact she had barely been home a full fifteen minutes, Farkas was trying to get her upstairs into their bedroom.
“ You just want an excuse to tear it all off, don’t you?” she shot back, though her eyes had that same heat shining in them that Farkas’ silvery blue orbs held. She wasn’t all too averse to being up all night. She had slept most of the day in the back of the wagon after all.
“ I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.” Farkas’ hands had already started in on the clasps holding her armor closed and Tarrowlyn sighed as he laid soft kisses against her jawline. He eased her chest plate to the floor and his hands roamed over her sides. His fingers squeezed insistently at her hips as Farkas pulled Tarrowlyn flush against him, their lips and tongues meeting furiously this time.
“ What about the food?” Tarrowlyn purred. She gasped softly against his mouth as one hand slid up her torso to tease and fondle one of her breasts. They were sensitive to the touch after being crammed against cold steel for so long.
Farkas grinned seductively. “ I’ll help you build up an appetite first.” he replied huskily. He loosened Tarrowlyn’s belt with seasoned practice, her armor was just like his after all, and it went to the floor along with the rest of it, though she had toed her boots off without him realizing. “ You’re not going to want to leave that bed for a long time if I have anything to say on the matter.”
Tarrowlyn moaned at the thinly veiled promise and her head lolled to the side as he began to plant soft kisses along the slope of her neck. “ I’ll go upstairs provided you grab the food from the kitchen. Lest you forget that you never allowed me to even serve supper last time.” Tarrowlyn said with a sexy little smirk.
“ I still went downstairs and got both of us something to eat after we woke up.” Farkas retorted as he edged Tarrowlyn closer to the stairs.
“ And after you screwed me so thoroughly I couldn’t walk straight for six hours after that.” Tarrowlyn moaned once again as Farkas pinned her between the wall and himself and his lips crashed over hers insistently. Her eyes closed as his tongue plundered her mouth, and her back arched of its own volition as he pushed the leather greaves to the floor. Shocks rippled through her body as his fingers skimmed over the swell of her rear and Tarrowlyn’s breath hitched as he squeezed her toned globes gently.
“ You loved every minute of it.” Farkas panted against her lips. He was smirking proudly at how he was working her up. Tarrowlyn’s stomach growled loudly once again, and he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled forth. At least she didn’t eat like a bird. “ Get upstairs. I’ll go get the food for you.”
Tarrowlyn smiled and she gave him a slow sensuous kiss for his concession. “ Thank you.” she purred. “ I’ll be waiting.” She began walking up the steps and Tarrowlyn looked over her shoulder when she was half way up. “ Please be sure to put my armor in the armory? You’re the one leaving all over the place after all.”
Farkas smirked. “ I will. Now get your ass upstairs. I’ll be there in a minute.” he growled playfully. He set to picking her armor up first. That was faster to do now anyways. He silently set it up on the mannequin and from there walked into the kitchen. He had set a plate aside already for tomorrow to eat the leftovers; it had been that damn good, and Farkas grabbed a small keg and two mugs for good measure.
If he knew Tarrowlyn as well as he did, she was going to want something stronger than water to drink.

Farkas groaned happily as Tarrowlyn pinned him to the bed, her lips and mouth assailing his own almost savagely. He was loving every single minute of it however, and Farkas hissed as Tarrowlyn’s lips and teeth descended onto his neck. She hadn’t even gotten all of his clothing off and he felt as if he was ready to burst! Pleasure laced with pain flooded his system and Farkas nearly did lose it then. “ Damn, Tarrowlyn!” She just bit into his neck!
A sultry chuckle answered him and Farkas growled low in the back of his throat. “ Just trying to leave my own mark, Farkas.” she replied. Tarrowlyn gasped wantonly as Farkas suddenly turned them over and his hands tore her tunic right down the middle. Heat flared in his eyes from doing it and Tarrowlyn almost screamed as his mouth closed over her breast. His fingers had already pushed past the waistband of her knickers and had begun teasing her core.
He had rendered her into a molten puddle of lusty goo in less than five minutes.
Tarrowlyn’s hands fisted Farkas’ hair as he continued his teasing assault, and Tarrowlyn shuddered in delight as a finger began delving into her heat. “ Farkas, yes!” she cried softly. Her head flew backwards and her hair tumbled like lava in the candlelight.
With a growl, Farkas pulled her knickers away and Tarrowlyn gasped as his nude body covered hers. When in oblivion had he gotten his pants off? “ I need you now.” he groaned against her neck. Unable to wait a moment more, Farkas snapped his hips forwards, entering Tarrowlyn with a thrust that made her choke back a scream. He answered her with a wanton moan of his own and Farkas’ eyes glittered as he felt her roll her hips in time with his movements. He couldn’t get enough of every reaction Tarrowlyn afforded him. Every sigh, the way her eyes fluttered as he filled her to the max only to draw away, the feeling of her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer still. Farkas loved everything.
Especially her.
Tarrowlyn bit her lip as her world suddenly switched directions and she found herself upright while still face to face with Farkas. He was bouncing her slowly in his lap, now that the edge had been taken off of his need for her he was starting to take his time. She captured his lips, forcing a pleased groan from her lover and Tarrowlyn felt one large hand bury itself in her crimson tresses. Their tongues met, and Farkas moaned again at the taste she imparted on him. Hints of the food she had eaten, the mead she had drank, and the wild, raw force that was herself. She was addicting, and Farkas felt drunk just from kissing her.
Tarrowlyn pushed Farkas onto his back and he complied wordlessly, though he was grasping her hips tightly in an effort to keep the pace they had been going. She wasn’t having any of it however, and Farkas found his hands lightly pinned beside his head as Tarrowlyn began taking a little more control. Her hips wound maddeningly, twirling him selfishly inside her and Farkas couldn’t keep his head from flying back at the sensation. His soft moan echoed into the dark room, and he urged his hips upward in an effort to get more. Tarrowlyn sat up straight, though the look in her eyes told him he was not to move from where she had put him, and she balanced herself as she came down a little harder on his eager rod. Her head flew back as he hit bottom, and a small scream echoed through his ears at the feeling. Again, she came down the same way, this time forcing Farkas to groan in delight and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
She looked like an embodiment of Dibella, Farkas thought briefly as Tarrowlyn’s emerald orbs locked onto his. His own version of the goddess of women and beauty here in his arms. Tarrowlyn had always been lovely, but right here she was a vision beyond compare. Her creamy skin glistened in the candlelight, imparting a glow that was nothing short of heavenly upon her. Her hair bounced with her movements, giving the appearance of a dancing flame around her as the small blaze reflected itself in her red locks. Her mouth was just barely parted, though her lower lip was drawn between her teeth to keep herself quiet. Farkas wanted to nibble on it himself, wanted to taste that sweetness from her again. “ Tarrowlyn…” he whimpered softly.
“ Shhh, Farkas.” she replied, though she gasped as he throbbed inside of her. The sound of her voice colored with passion had that effect on him. It was heady to know just how good she could make him feel. Tarrowlyn could feel that bubble getting bigger each time that Farkas pierced her body with his own, sending her on a crash course with what was probably going to be a mind numbing release. Even now, Tarrowlyn’s mind was hazing over as she sought only to bring Farkas more pleasure, to send them both into that perfect, all consuming moment. “ Oh gods...I…” she whimpered.
Farkas was groaning low in the back of his throat every time Tarrowlyn came down over him and he felt her lay flush against his chest as she kept drawing closer. “ That’s it…” he cooed against her ear. “ Come on, Tarrowlyn.” The words had barely left his mouth when his lips wrapped around her earlobe, suckling the sensitive piece of skin as Farkas tried to get Tarrowlyn to topple over the edge. Words no longer came to mind as the overwhelming urge to satisfy his mate overtook him. His hips were snapping on their own now, meeting Tarrowlyn’s strongly as they began moving as one.
Tarrowlyn clutched Farkas tightly as she felt her release building harsher and harsher still. “ Farkas! I...Ah! Ah!” she cried. Her passionate sobs were soon swallowed as Farkas claimed her lips heatedly and her hands fisted in his hair, her fingers threading into the silken ebony strands tightly. She barely felt Farkas move them into a sitting position once more and Tarrowlyn screeched into his mouth as he hit deeper than before.
“ Let go love.” Farkas growled against her lips. “ I’ve got you…” Despite his passionate tone, his voice held nothing but reverence and tenderness. Farkas couldn’t contain the groan that escaped him as Tarrowlyn’s head rolled into the crook of his neck, exposing her own submissively. His teeth scraped ever so lightly over his mark, forcing an impassioned response from the woman in his arms.
Green eyes met steely blue for a moment as Tarrowlyn looked at Farkas once more. Those beautiful verdant orbs. He could easily lose himself in those magnificent forest green eyes. Farkas couldn’t help but feel blessed that he was the one she looked at like that. That it was him that she chose. His heart welled up with the love he felt for her, and Farkas paused a moment.
“ Farkas? Why are you…” Tarrowlyn began, puzzled as to why he would stop. Normally Farkas would keep going knowing they were both this close. She was quickly silenced however as he kissed her again, this time with so much tenderness that she almost burst into tears from it. She was his Dibella, his goddess. Farkas was determined to make her feel that.
Farkas turned, gently laying Tarrowlyn against the sheets and never once breaking their sweet connection. His hips rocked against hers once more, and Tarrowlyn gasped against his lips. The all encompassing love that she felt flowing from him made her heart hammer in her chest even as it swelled with an answering one of her own. Tarrowlyn almost sobbed into Farkas’ mouth as he continued to worship her, the feeling of their bodies ebb and flow pulling a stronger reaction from her each time Farkas pressed himself as deep inside of her as he could go. It felt as if he was trying to join himself to her permanently, and Tarrowlyn couldn’t keep herself from wanting just that. The feeling Farkas was giving her was addicting, and Tarrowlyn never wanted it to end.
His pace was slower than it had ever been, as if Farkas never wanted to stop making love to her either. The gentleness he was displaying was unlike anything she was used to from him, and Tarrowlyn clutched Farkas to her tighter than before. Tears of completion streaked her cheeks as Farkas’ fingers wove themselves with her own, further cementing the feeling of oneness that was taking them over.
Never had anything felt like this between them.
Farkas gasped as he felt Tarrowlyn’s channel tighten even more around him. She was so close, bringing him closer to the edge as well. He had never felt such a connection when he took a woman before. His lips found Tarrowlyn’s once more and he groaned passionately as her tongue curled around his own, both tasting him and imparting her addictive flavor at the same time. Tarrowlyn began shivering beneath him, and Farkas felt his breath catch in his chest.
He felt the first tremors before Tarrowlyn’s muted cries were eagerly swallowed. She was toppling over the edge, bringing him with her and drowning Farkas in the love he felt for her. Farkas never wanted to let her go, always wanted to feel her silken embrace as they both reached the stars together. She was perfect, everything he desired and more. Farkas could spend the rest of his days worshipping her as the goddess she was to him. He wasn’t far behind her as Tarrowlyn’s release triggered his own and Farkas groaned into her mouth as he was rocked in four intense bursts. His breath fanned gently against her face as they both fought to catch their breaths, and calm their racing hearts. The more he tried to calm himself, the more Farkas felt his heart hammer against his chest as he surrendered himself over to the love he felt for the woman in his arms. His lips brushed against her quivering ones, and Tarrowlyn tilted her head enough to deepen the kiss he was trying to give her.
Tarrowlyn half sobbed against his lips as they both came down from their mutual high, though the grip they had on each other had not lessened at all. Farkas was holding her as if he was terrified she would only prove to be a phantom it seemed. Tarrowlyn was clutching to him as if he were going to fade away as well, as if what had just transpired had only been a dream.
This was no dream. It was so much more than that.
Farkas tenderly nuzzled Tarrowlyn as he rolled to the side, unwilling to break their contact but not wanting to smother her beneath his weight either. He could already feel her breathing evening out, a slow, lulling rhythm that was making his own eyes heavy with the need for sleep.That had been the most intense encounter that he had ever had, though Farkas couldn’t deny that it had also been the best.
A soft kiss against his jaw made his eyes open for a moment though Farkas smiled when he saw Tarrowlyn’s verdant orbs gazing up at him. There was nothing but wonder, and affection reflecting in those emerald depths of hers.
“ Good night Farkas.” Tarrowlyn whispered, though she was snuggling back into his embrace all the while. She yawned in her newfound exhaustion and the moment her eyes closed again, she was asleep.
“ Good night love.” Farkas mumbled tiredly in return. He sighed heavily, though he felt as if all was right with the world, and joined his lover in the land of dreams.
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