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Sins of the Dovahkiin	By : vivalavioletta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 5832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"The Warrior is the first Guardian Constellation and he protects his charges during their Seasons. The Warrior's own season is Last Seed when his Strength is needed for the harvest. His Charges are the Lady, the Steed, and the Lord. Those born under the sign of the Warrior are skilled with weapons of all kinds, but prone to short tempers."
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Slava felt like she was going through the biggest hangover that she had ever had in her life, but the curious thing was she couldn't remember drinking. Actually, the last thing she could remember was going to sleep in The Bannered Mare, after that Slava felt like she had the longest nightmare ever.
She slowly opened her eyelids and groaned – her whole body ached. She didn't recognize her surroundings, which was normal; Slava wasn't used to sleep in that bed after all. She got up and turned to the other side, only to be startled by a Dunmer that was sleeping on the bed next to her.
Where on Oblivion am I…
Slava got up really slowly, she didn't want to wake the mer up and also had a massive headache. She made her way outside the room and found two women sleeping on the room next to hers, the place was tidy and was actually richly decorated. There was a corridor in the between the two rooms and Slava decided to walk through it. She soon found a door and opened it gently, making her way up the wooden stairs. Once there, Slava saw two men and an old woman cleaning the room, when she came closer, she noticed that the two men were very alike and that she had met one of them before. All this made her even more confused.
"Err… Hello…" She greeted them. Both men looked up, their similarity was astounding. Same light blue eyes, same dark hair, same bone structure – one was bigger than the other though and had also a full grown beard. Their armors were also different, but besides that they were, well, they were obviously twins.
"You're finally awake. That's good." The one with the longest hair said.
"I will warn Aela, she's outside in the Skyforge. Stay here." The other one said and left them.
"What on Oblivion is happening?" Slava asked to the twin that stayed with her, even more confused. "Who are you? Who is Aela?"
"You will see, stranger." He replied in an idly tone before taking a sip of his mead. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Slava. Yours? What is this place?"
"Farkas." The man mumbled. "This, stranger, is Jorrvaskr."
"Jorrvaskr?" She wrinkled her eyebrow.
"You managed to say the name of our home, that's something." A female voice noted behind her, Slava turned around and saw the redheaded woman.
"Hello, Aela." Slava nodded, ignoring that stupid comment.
"May I have your name now?" Aela asked while heading downstairs, Slava followed her.
"It's Slava. What am I doing here? There was a Dunmer and two women sleeping next to me, for a moment I thought I was kidnapped" She told Aela, but the redhead just laughed. "Sorry about that. Let's go to my room, we can sit there."
They walked to a part of the Jorrvaskr that Slava hadn't seen before, she found herself again on the sleeping quarters but these rooms were now particular and more comfortable than the dormitory where she slept in. "Have a seat." Aela pointed to the chair in her room while sitting down on her bed. "So Slava, tell me about you."
"There isn't much to say. I am from Cyrodiil, but my parents were Nords so I am quite familiar with the traditions here. Why did you bring me here?" Slava asked again.
"Well, we need new recruits despite what some people think and you seemed to be… reliable and strong. Then I heard about what you've done for the Jarl and well, I had to insist." Aela explained. "You had the Bone Break Fever. It hit you hard, I must say, but you'll be fine now."
"Is that why you brought me here? There must be something else."
"Actually no, I would just be really satisfied if you walked now through that corridor, headed into the main room and then talked to Kodlak about your recruitment. He has a good eye for people, you know."
Slava sighed. "I know I owe you and all, but I don't know if I want to do this, I'm sorry. It's not for me, it's…"
"Do you have anywhere else better to go?" Aela interrupted.
"No…" Slava admitted.
"So, give it a try. You have nothing to lose."
"Okay then." Slava sighed. "Only because you helped me to get rid of that fever."
Aela smiled inside. She always has her way, no matter with whom.
Slava left Aela's room and headed towards Kodlak's through the stone corridor. When she was near the door, Slava heard him talk to one of the twins, so she decided to stand there and knock the door.
"There she is." The twin mumbled in an annoyed tone.
"Yes, lass?" The old man ignored him and gave her a smile. Slava smiled back, it was nice to meet a nice Companion for a change.
"Sorry to interrupt." She said firstly. "I'd like to join the Companions."
"Would you? Here, let me have a look at you." Kodlak said, Slava then felt his gaze on her, especially on her lean and slightly muscular arms. Then he looked deep in her eyes, Kodlak's gaze was so strong that she even felt a bit awkward – like he was staring into her soul. "Hm. Yes, perhaps." He finally said. "A certain strength of spirit…"
"Master…" The twin interrupted. "You're not truly considering accepting her?" The twin sounded outraged, Slava had to control herself to not glare at him.
"I am nobody's master, Vilkas." He reminded the young man. "And last I checked, we still have some empty beds I Jorrvaskr for those with a fire burning in their hearts.
The old man was quite eloquent.
"Apologies." Vilkas said in a less aggressive tone. "But perhaps this isn't the time. I've never even heard of this outsider…"
That twin was starting to get on her nerves. Had she met him before in her Fighters' Guild missions? Probably not, then what on Oblivion was his problem?
"Sometimes the famous come to us. Sometimes men and women come to us to seek their fame. It makes no different." Kodlak noted before taking a sip from his mug. "What matters is their heart."
"And their arm." Vilkas added.
"Of course, how are you in a battle, lass?" The old man asked her.
"I've been fighting for over twelve years and I'm still here. I guess that's not much to you, but this is my true vocation. I can handle myself pretty well." Slava answered.
"That may be so. In a day or two Vilkas will test your arm, you're still looking a bit sick. Get well soon, lass and then come to him."
"Aye. Try not to die in the mean time."
"How witty." Slava noted with a fake smile before changing her tone into a more honest one. "Thank for this opportunity, Kodlak." She nodded.
"Go rest, lass."
Slava took her leave, she felt her stomach grumbled so she decided to go upstairs and grab some food. Once there, she sat on a chair and started to eat goat cheese with some venison and nord mead. The food was truly delicious so Slava found herself eating more to regain her strength. Once she was full, Slava got up and started to examine the room where she was. Right next to the table there was a huge fire that kept it warm and cozy; there were also seats and small tables also with food around the room. Her attention was drawn to a book on those tables with a rather curious title.
A Gentleman's Guide to Whiterun by Mikael the Bard.
Wait? Was he that skinny man that worked in The Bannered Mare?
She started reading it just out of curiosity, at first Slava was bored with a brief description of the city and about how good and well-located it was, but then she was completely shocked by how the Bard described women in Whiterun. It could be flattering if he didn't sound like he wanted to sleep with all of them.
"You're new here. I don't trust the new." A deep voice broke her concentration. What was up with all that bullying?
"Aela suggested that I should join you guys" Slava replied.
"You have a good arm."
"Whatever, I'm not here to make friends anyway."
Slava's parents often said that after the war most people became very cold, suspicious and rude. Skyrim was no exception, especially now with the civil war. In normal circumstances, she would had found it uncomfortable, but since returning home wasn't an option and since she wasn't planning to grow attached to people, Slava found herself to be quite indifferent to almost everyone. The only people that Slava actually liked were Ralof and his family for they were very generous to her and that was the main reason why she avoided to Riverwood at all costs. Who knows when she would have to run from the Thalmor again.
"Why did you join us, anyway?" Farkas asked after a long silence.
"I need money and a purpose." Slava answered.
"For what?" He asked again.
"To survive." She said in a very dry tone.
"You're not making it easy for me to trust you."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't care about that?"
Farkas stood up rather quickly. Slava thought for a moment that he was going to attack her, so she grabbed the tip of her axe, but did not unsheathed it. Farkas was much bigger and much stronger than her, but Slava wasn't afraid of him. She didn't want to get in a real fight with him, though, for it would be a rather unpleasant situation for everyone in the Companions. Deep inside, she just wanted what she had just told him – to be left alone.
"You know, at first I was quite happy that you joined us. It gets boring here sometimes." He said in a surprisingly calm and deep tone. "But now I am extremely disappointed by the kind of person you are to us. At first I thought you were just pissed at Aela, but now…" Farkas didn't finish the sentence – he knew he didn't need to. "Guess you will be the lonely wolf." He said before leaving.
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