by She~Wolf » Sat Sep 10, 2011 6:51 pm
((guess w can start))
Winter, dawn
Thick layers of snow cover the forests and all the land around. Everything is vertually white in the dim light of dawn, untill a black shape bolts trough. Alistair sniffed ther air and growled angerly, eyes searching. Humans had come across him and tried to kill him, he escaped with only a grazed shoulder. Alistair was a powerful and strong pure blood Dire Qolf, not easaly taken down. He needed a shelter though, wait out the day and rest for awhile.
Calian laied and whimpered quietly in Frost den, his brother Alistair told him to wait with their freind untill he came back.
"Hush Calian...hes only been gone fo a few hours" She said. She was the same age as Calian, but he still acted like a pup sometimes
"I know...I can still worry about him though" he said plainly.
Our hero, our Hero claims a warriors heart,I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.With a voice wielding power of the Ancient Nord Art,Believe, Believe, the Dragonborn comes.It's an end to the Evil, of all Skyrims Foes,Beware, Beware the Dragonborn Comes.For the Darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows,You'll know, You'll know the Dragonborn comes