#anneberry

TALK SHIT GET HIT (With a broom!!!!!!!!!!!!) 🧹 🧹 🧹

Anneberry

The first of my six fanarts of TES OCs!!!!! It was so fun being able to draw her!! I went a lil crazy with her hair, but I love how fluffy it is.

As it is your birthday today I thought I’d send you a little story as a gift. (I saw you mention when it was on this post I hope you don’t mind ☺️)

Happy birthday my friend, I hope you have a wonderful day ☺️💙🎂

I hope I’ve done ok with your characters, I’m still quite inexperienced when it comes to writing other peoples OCs

Sweetroll!

Anneberry was searching her room when Vilkas came in

“What are you looking for?” He asked as Anneberry looked under her bed

“Have you seen Sweetroll?” She looked up at Vilkas, who shrugged

“Not for a few hours, I caught her in my clothes draws again, so she ran off”

“Did you scare her off?”

“No, she saw me come in, she ran”

“Well where is she then?” Anneberry sat up on her heels and her hands on her hips

The clouds about Whiterun Hold were full of snow, and it didn’t look to be moving on anytime soon either, large snow flakes fell onto Sweetroll’s thick fur coat as she scampered through the tundra of Whiterun. The small red fox looked up at the snow falling, but sneezed as one particularly big flake landed on the tip of her nose, it tickled her so she had to rub her nose with her front paws.

She had been out in the tundra for for a couple of hours, ever since Vilkas caught her in his room again. She knew she should start heading home soon, Anneberry would start to worry. She began making her way back to the city, weaving around tall patches of grass and hopping over the little streams and ponds on the approach to the city gates. The Kahjiit Caravan was arriving at the same time so she kept low and out of their way. She slipped through the city gates as a guard patrol left.

Whiterun was quiet by the time Sweetroll returned, the shops on the market had closed early because of the snow storm, there was a thin layer of snow starting to settle of the streets, causing the small fox to leave paw prints in her wake, she stopped when she saw familiar prints in the snow; one, clearly belonging to an armoured man, and the other was a woman, in high heeled boots.

“Oh! Sweetie!” Sweetroll looked up the steps that led to the Gildergreen to see Anneberry rushing towards her “there you are” Sweetroll jumped into her arms “oh… I was worried about you” Anneberry hugged Sweetroll tight, and stroked her soft, albeit, slightly damp and cold fur “I thought Vilkas had scared you off” Vilkas sighed behind them

“For the last time, I did not scare her off”