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[honee bee]

Username; The Writer
Name; Ariana, meaning 'silver' or 'like silver'
Gender; Female
Homeland; Skyrim

I chose Skyrim, if that's alright. I thought she looked like a Skyrim bean. To be honest, I don't play Skyrim. But my father does. I enjoy watching him play because he's so goofy and so Ari's experiences are based off of the ones I had while watching my father. Also most of the countries she seems to also go with are taken. x3 I tried to stick out.

[honee bee]

❝My name is Ariana, which means 'silver' or 'like silver'. I tend to go by Ari, Silver, or Sil. My father gave it to me because of my silver-like fur on my belly. Well, he wasn't my real father, he was an Orc who found me.

No one knew what his real name was, he just told them to call him 'Pops'. He's always told me that he found me in a small cave by myself with no signs that my biological parents were coming back. When I was a child I believed him when he told me that, but as I aged and became smarter I realized he was hiding something from me. I never found out what though. My father raised me, letting me tag along on quests. He wasn't a hero, but more like a fool with a big heart.❞

[honee bee]

Ari had to grow up early because of her father's death. She rarely lets anyone come close to her because she doesn't want to lose them or hurt them. However, those who have the time and patience to wait for her to warm up to them are greatly rewarded. She's pretty protective and fiercely loyal. Almost like a dog, a friend of Ari is a friend for life. She might seem a little cautious before trying something new, but other than that she's like every other fun-loving careless bean.

To those she isn't friends with she can seem distant, out of place, and even considered shy. Ari tries hard not to hurt another's feelings, so she often hides her own. If she's displeased with another person or herself, she just curls up her tail and seems to be unbothered. When upset with something, she finds it soothing to rub her muzzle until she's calmed down. However, its best to keep your distance if she's rubbing her ear, she subconsciously rubs her right ear when she's really irritated. It's quite hard to be on Ari's bad side, because she can be quite patient and can tolerate most things she encounters.

[honee bee]

❝Do I miss Skyrim? It all depends on what you're talking about. Do I miss my home in Riften? The little quests my father took me on? The rides on my father's horse Shadowmere? Yes, I greatly miss all the fun I had in Skyrim. But do I miss the danger of lurking enemies? Do I miss the fearsome dragons that strike fear into civilians' hearts and killed my father? I certainly do not. There are reasons why I left Skyrim. If it was all about butterflies and rainbows, do you think I would have left?

Some people may be familiar with Skyrim, some may have even visited it. Yes, it has a great deal of fun in store for the adventurous. There are many fun things to do and see in Skyrim. There are magical spells, shouts, and conjurations to master. Guilds, such as the dark brotherhood, are enjoyable to join. My most cherished memories are tagging along with my father on his quests.

Skyrim is full of fun and adventures, but it is also full of dangers. Bandits, Forsworn, spriggan, Thalmor, vampires, warlocks, there are tons of things that will want to kill you. My least favorite of these dangers are Hagravens. They just send shivers through my bones and shroud my body with fear. Dragons are something I tend to be cautious about too. Some people take on the dangers head on, others think of brilliant strategies to bring down their foes. I never had to worry about them. Yes, my father taught me how to defend my self and use magic, but only in emergencies did I ever help in a fight. When I was young and my father took me on quests, my father would always tuck me away safely somewhere if anything was going to attack. I grew used to this, and started to never worry about any dangers. But my world came to a sudden halt when my father died.❞

[honee bee]

You don't have to look at this. I'd be pleased if you did, but its not mandatory.

Art

If you look closely at that last drawing. I failed at an attempt to draw the Skyrim crest on her cloak. ^^
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Literature

Ari's First Quest
~ Written by The Writer
"Another quest, father?" Ariana asked, sitting upon the bed her father slept in and watched him pack. Her father smiled, creases forming from the smile she had seem countless times before. He was wearing his shrouded armor, one of his favorite sets of armor he had received.

"Yes, I'm doing some tasks for an alchemist's research." Ariana's face seemed to lit up.

"Can I come, please?" She had asked this question countless times, but the reply had always been the same. She had always been too young to go on such quests. This one seemed easy enough for even a young child like her could complete. Her father paused, thinking intently on the question.

"...I think you're old enough to come with me." Ariana squealed and hugged her father with all of her might. She ran to her room, pulling out a small satchel to store her things. She stood there for a while, thinking of what to bring. She had packed her two wooden swords that her father had enchanted for her. They might deal little damage, but she was very stubborn on bringing them. For a while more she sat there, until her father came into her doorway.

"You won't be needing much. Take your cloak with you though and let's go." He was all ready to go while Ariana wasn't quite done. He towered over the small Ariana and probably could knock her down with a gentle push. Ariana nodded and grabbed her cloak. It was fine and light. It was too big for her but it kept her well hidden during the day. During the night she could just simply walk around and perfectly blend in with her surroundings, if she made sure her silver belly didn't show.

So they set off, riding on the back of her father's horse Shadowmere. They stopped every so often to grab strange items for the alchemist's research. It finally started to darken, and the world went quiet. A cold wind swept past Ariana, blowing her fur in all sorts of direction and chilled her to the bone. She shivered as she looked into the distance. A huge fire danced in the distance, yearning for Ariana to lay beside it. Ariana herself longed to be in her bed, fast asleep. Instead she was speeding on the back of a horse in a dark windy night. No moon shined overhead, whether it was covered by clouds or a new moon no one could tell. She stared at the fire in the distance, noticing it was becoming bigger as they got closer. Ariana shivered again as her father looked at her from over his shoulder.

"We have one more stop and then we can go home, I promise." Ariana nodded and looked at the fire. There was a large tent beside it and a herd of mammoth asleep nearby. A tall giant sat beside the fire, staring at the burning coals as the spark flew overhead. Her father slowed Shadowmere down where they stood out of earshot of the giant.

"I just need some mammoth tusk powder, nothing more. You stay here." Ariana pouted as she looked up at him in the dark.

"Can't I come? I won't do anything." She begged and tried to look as persuasive as possible. Her father sighed.

"Don't get into trouble." With that he slid off of his saddle. Ariana squealed softly in victory. She softly slid off of the back of the saddle and followed him. He started to walk away from the fire. Ariana looked at him, then at the warm welcoming fire. Without even processing the consequences she slinked toward the fire. Her belly was touching the ground, almost dragging on it, but not making a sound.

The giant grunted and stirred. She got close to the fire and paused, looking up. Across the fire from her was the giant, staring straight at her. Ariana let herself get caught, but how? Perhaps her silver belly gave it away. Or maybe it was her eyes. Her milky blue eyes that was reflecting the fire that danced and swayed with sparks flying overhead and the embers burning red. She froze, scared stiff and didn't know what to do. So Ariana just laid there, staring straight into the eyes of the giant. Her eyes, were as big as saucers, and she tried hard not to blink.

They just stared at each other, Ariana not daring to move and who knows why the giant didn't move. Maybe he didn't see her as a threat but more of a wild creature seeking the warmth of a fire? Or perhaps he was curious, because there were few Jellybean Dragons ever sighted in Skyrim, suppose Ariana was the first one he saw? It didn't matter, because they just stood there staring. Finally the giant yawned. It was loud, and almost like a tuba being tuned. He took a large bucket full of water and dumped it over the fire. He stood there for a second before speaking.

"You can sleep here, but stay away from my mammoth cheese." The giant soon retired to his tent. Ariana seizes this opportunity and scampered off to Shadowmere. Her father sat on his horse. When Ariana threw her cloak on and climbed onto the horse behind him he spoke.

"You went into the camp."

"I know I did, but I was curious."

"I thought I told you to stay away from trouble."

"You did, and I disobeyed you, but please let me come on your quests! I'll behave."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He smiled and hugged her, then they sped away to Riften. The wind had stopped blowing but there was still a chill. Ariana clung onto her cloak as of it were her blanket. Thinking of home and how warm it was. And how there weren't any giants to stare at her. ♥

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The Tall Statue
~ By my best friend who's pen name is Megan Bennet
Ariana is a tall statue, towering over everyone else. Yet, the statue is strong and independent.
This statue has a simple beauty that stands out among more elaborate ones.
Also, it is gleaming as bright as the stars in the sky and pure, gleaming white, but yet, it has copper stains from where it has been tarnished by the rains.
The statue's metal is strong, yet fragile where the heart is exposed.
Where the heart has been exposed, there are pieces of wayward metal that it still
clings onto dearly, as if it still holds the memories of the past.

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He's gone.
~ Written by The Writer


He's gone. I can't believe it, he's actually gone. It seemed as if he was invincible, but he's gone. I never thought this could happen. How could this happen? It hurts so much.

My eyes are blinded by my tears and I can't tell where I'm running. As long as it takes me away from there. My feet are aching and numb. Snow is swirling all around me. The wind is beating against my face and tugging on my cloak. I trip and stumble over a few hidden rocks, but I can't stop, not if I don't want to meet the same fate my father did. My heart is pounding and my head is throbbing painfully, almost as if my heart and brain traded places while I'm running.

When I finally slow down to a slower pace, I realized I was shaking and couldn't control myself. It's like my body went into overdrive and I can't control my actions. I can hear the faint wheezing sound coming from my mouth as I try to breath. My lungs are tight and I cannot breath deep enough to try to calm down. I'm still moving forward, tears still flowing from my eyes. Now that I've stopped moving, the cold has caught up with me and the tears are slowly freezing by the time they roll off my snout.

My breathing as slowed and I've finally regained full control over my body. The throbbing in my head is diminishing, but I feel alone and sad. Where my heart should be there is nothing. Maybe a few fragments of it are left somewhere, but they are scattered and lost. I never thought it would end like this. The snow is clumping onto the ground, as well as my cloak and face. I can't see much, it's just grey with snow angrily attacking me. I stand still for a moment, hearing for it. Nothing. Just the wind yelling in my ears, telling me to give up. Then, I hear it. A loud sound fills the air. It's a mix between a scream, a roar, and thunder. It's the call of the hunter, that hunted down my father.

Why must the gods punish me!? I have no clue what he or I did to anger them. I was tired, tired of running, crying, and missing my father. But my adrenaline picked up and urged me to keep running. I start of slow, and pick up the pace. There is a small sliver in my thoughts hoping this is a dream. That I'll wake up in our makeshift camp. That this dream was all because my father didn't know how to properly cook a deer or he didn't gut the fish right.

However, I knew that wasn't the case this time. I had cooked the deer last night and we didn't eat fish that meal. He was gone and there wasn't a single thing I could do to get him back. Yes there were spells that could possibly revive him, but I cannot use magic. Being a JBD prevents me from doing so. My feet got caught on my cloak and I tripped. I 'belly flopped' onto the ground and my chin slammed sharply on a rock. My vision blurred but I could see a shadowy figure in the distance. It slowly got closer and closer. I buried my face into the snow, if its the thing that took my father, let it come. I have nothing now.

The steps got louder and it seemed like it had hooves. The steady pace was familiar. I then feel a warm weight on my head. A very familiar snort and I lifted my head. I saw red eyes looking up at me. It was Shadowmere. I sat up and hugged his head, my aching paws stroking his soft nose. Even in the cold and wind, tears flowed from my eyes as I stuffed my face into his mane. I managed to whisper one thing:

"I'm sorry, he's gone."

[honee bee]

I hope you enjoy this. I know this is just another entry, I also just realized I didn't give much info on Skyrim. Dx It doesn't matter. Feel free to post any comments.