by She~Wolf » Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:40 pm
Demitiris eyes bolted to the scars, having forgoten what he did to her. He looked down, eyes with sorrow in them. Hit hurt him at the thought...beeing to stubborn to feed..and nearly killing her in a blood crazed frenzy...he reacted that way not because he was dying of thirst alone...but she was the best thing he ever tasted..it took all of his sanity to stop and release her. He never wanted to feed from anyone else that day..taking to blood packets and animals instead.
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