by She~Wolf » Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:19 am
Frost wandered along side of a tiny stream, sniffing the air softly. Her pure white fur shimmered in the dull light comming from the trees. She sighed softly when the stream came to a lake, she sat softly in the sand, enjoying the water.
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