I don't know if I will do every day of this but I figured it wouldn't hurt. Plus it helps inspire my desire for writing again, which has suffered recently. Not a long piece but here is Day One: Cozy for @tescheer and the 25 days of TESCheer prompts.
Much like the nights of the desert, the northern cities in Skyrim were freezing. Flurries of snow billowed around the caravan, the wind howling like a beast as the blizzard roared on. Azirina poked her head out of the tent briefly before ducking back inside. Even in the few moments she was exposed, her ears felt frozen and snow covered her head. She shook her head, watching snow cascade from her hair and down to the floor.
"Little moon-chaser, what did this one say?" A voice chided her softly. She looked up, her ears going flat as a taller Khajiit walked over to her. She looked down briefly.
"To not leave the tent." She replied. "But, this one did not leave the tent, Jo'yla. She only stuck her head out for the briefest of moments."
"A brief moment is all that is needed to let the warmth out during a blizzard, little moon-chaser." Jo'yla countered as she closed the entrance back up. "And all that is needed to damage your ears. Come now, warm yourself by the fire whilst this one makes us dinner." Azirina watched the older female disappear to another part of the tent before approaching the closed fire pit.
Warmth radiated from it, wrapping her in a gentle embrace as she approached. She stood before it, holding her hands out to warm them by the flames. The contrast may have been startling to some, but her time in the desert had taught her how comforting the flickering flames could be against the cold. She stared into them, watching them lick against the metal of the pit when something suddenly engulfed her.
She jolted, letting out a small yelp before looking back. Jo'yla chuckled as she pulled the blanket from her head and wrapped it around the small Khajiit.
"Khajiit should always be prepared for the cold." She smiled as she crouched before Azirina. She held a mug out to her, stirring a spoon within it briefly to mix the honey into the milk. "Do not forget to blow on it." She added as she stood. Azirina watched her head back to the little kitchen before raising the mug. She blew on it briefly before taking a sip of the warm milk. It slipped down her throat and curled in her stomach, warm fingers stretching out through her body.
With the blanket around her and the warm drink in her hands, she found the cold had been chased away. Her ears flicked back and forth as she heard the wind howling outside. The blizzard raged on around them. But inside the tent, all was warm and comfortable. And not even the snow outside could remove this feeling. She smiled softly as she looked back into the flames. A feeling of comfort and warmth embraced her, reminding her of those cozy nights, curled up beside her mother as her father told her stories. That feeling, whilst not exactly the same, was returning.
For the first time since she fled Elsweyr, Azirina Kharabbi felt like she was home.
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Day 12 today. The prompt is dreams for @tescheer. So, this one I am going to add a trigger warning to. Whilst there is no specific details, please be aware there are references to death and murder in this story at the beginning.
She had been plagued with nightmares since that night. The night her tribe was slain by the Thalmor. Every night would be the same. Burning tents, screams and shadows running past her. The copper scent thick in the air. And it would always end with her jolting awake, her body drenched in sweat.
However, since meeting Farkas, her dreams had begun to change. Where once, horrific nightmares haunted her, new dreams took their place. She dreamt of her wedding, his calloused hands holding hers as his lips ghosted her own. She dreamt of their family, the laughter of the children as she played games with them. She dreamt of the companions welcoming her as one of their own.
Of course, she still had the occasional nightmare. But, when these dreams arose with soft whimpers and rapid breaths, his arm would wrap around her and pull her close. One moment in his arms, embraced in his warmth and inhaling his scent, and her pleasant dreams took over.
As she sat, contemplating this, Azirina found herself wondering why it was this way. She could never settle on one answer though. It seemed that, Farkas was making all her dreams come true. She paused, midway through kneading the dough for the sweet rolls as she considered it. A soft smile pulled on her lips as the truth appeared before her.
What she dreamt of now, was what she always wanted. What had once been lost to her. A family, loved ones to hold onto, even when all seemed lost. She laughed to herself before getting back to work on making the sweet rolls. Many people dreamed of going on adventure or finding fame and fortune. But not Azirina. She dreamed of being a wife, a mother.
So, here is day 11 for @tescheer's prompt list. The prompt for this day was kiss. I had trouble deciding with this one then figured I would go with Azirina and Farkas. Do enjoy.
Azirina and Farkas walked through Whiterun, his hand holding hers gently as they did so. Her fingers intertwined with his, her soft fur a pleasant sensation against the thick calluses of his hands. She looked back at him, giving him as soft smile as they walked together.
"Where are we going, love?" He asked her as she pulled him towards the city gate.
"This one wishes to gaze at the stars with you, my moon." She replied, turning back to face him. She stood up on her toes, pressing her forehead against his for a moment. "Can we do this?" She murmured.
"If we are quiet and quick, then yes." He responded, his eyes looking into those blue oceans of hers. She smiled, taking his hand again and leading him out of the city. They crossed the tundra for a brief moment, heading towards a nearby rocky outcrop, away from the noise. She clambered up onto the rocks, her gaze drawn skywards as the stars glowed like dying embers above them.
"So beautiful." She murmured. But Farkas found his gaze drawn to her. In the light of the Moons and stars, she looked otherworldly. Her grey fur, softer than a feather, seemed to glow in the faint light, the darker stripes amongst it clear to see. But it was her blue eyes that captivated him. An icy blue that he found himself getting lost in, but they were so full of warmth and joy. She turned to face him, large ears flicking back and forth.
In the glow of Masser and Secunda, Farkas took his chance. He leant forward, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Their eyes were closed, the only sensation being the gentle touch where they met. When he pulled back, he noticed her hands on his armour's chest plate.
"I'm sorry." He began. "But it felt right and I...." He paused as she placed a finger to his lips.
"This one wants you to know you took her first kiss." She began, standing up on her toes to lean closer to him again. "And she hopes it will not be our last." She whispered before pressing her lips to his again.
In the light of the stars and the moons, out in the peace of the tundra, Farkas and Azirina shared a kiss. With many more to follow as the days went on.
Day 6 of the prompts list by @tescheer. Another shorter one today but, again, why drag it out unnecessarily. Today's prompt was Scarf.
"Dovahkiin, I have a gift for you." Her ears flicked upright as someone called on her. She had been walking through the market of Skyrim, her arms wrapped around herself to fight the cold wind that blew through the square. Farkas paused, a few steps ahead of her. Her cloak, which she had been wearing, was wrapped around Lucia and Blaise to shield them from the biting wind.
"Olfina, this one told you to call her by her name." She chided softly, even as her teeth chattered briefly.
"I know, but it doesn't feel right." Olfina countered before holding the item out. "Here. I crafted this for you." Azirina tilted her head as she took the parcel, carefully unwrapping it before pausing. A long scarf, large enough to wrap around her neck and ears, unfurled in her grasp. It was a delicate grey that worked beautifully with her fur. But what really caught her attention was the dragons that had been embroiled into it.
"You made this?" She asked softly.
"I heard you mentioning how cold your ears get. And I thought this would help." Olfina explained, watching her nervously. Azirina simply smiled and wrapped the scarf around her neck and ears. Immediately, the cold wind eased, blocked partially by the thick material.
"This one loves it. Thank you." She grinned. Olfina laughed before heading back towards the Bannered Mare. Azirina watched before turning and joining Farkas, taking his hand as they walked back to Breezehome. The biting wind view through the streets again. But her new scarf kept her warm from the icy cold weather.
So, this is a little something for a friend of mine, @mothkingtv, for their birthday. The character Alessandre belongs to them, Azirina and Brak'aath are mine. Hope you enjoy.
"HEY! STOP THAT THIEF!" Shouts echoed all around her as she ran away, her arms filled with the food she had managed to steal from the mead hall. Hands reached out to grab her, but her small stature meant she could slip through them easily, weaving and twisting as she sprinted, her claws skittering across the dusty ground of Raven's Rock.
"Someone get that cat!" The bar owner yelled as guards chased her. She glanced back, grinning when she saw the ever increasing distance between them.
"Close the gates!" A guard cried, but it was too late. She slipped through the gates, sprinting down the road as fast as her legs could carry her. She turned, her tail flicking to counter her weight, and sprinted into the dunes surrounding the city until the sounds of shouting and rattling armour could not be heard.
"Well, this one has not felt so alive in quite a while." She laughed, tossing a sweet roll up into the air before catching it. She bit into the baked good as she walked, sunlight dappling the ash-covered ground around her. She didn't know exactly where she was, but she knew it was Nirn. The air smelled different and there wasn't an overwhelming sense of despair hanging over her.
"It is simply a shame that poor Brak'aath must suffer in order for this one to do this." She murmured as she took another bite. It had taken alot of begging and large eyes before she had convinced the Daedra to assist her.
"Your majesty must remain in the realm. Those were master's orders." Her bodyguard had sighed as he walked with her.
"This one will only be gone for a short while, Brak'aath. And she never knows when she will get another chance like this." She had argued.
"But master....."
"Will be none the wiser for it, provided you keep this a secret." She had finished. "Please Brak'aath, for this one?" She asked, her eyes wide as she looked at him. He looked away, his arms folded before surrendering.
"Fine. But I will not take responsibility for when master finds out." He said, pointing at her. She laughed before hugging him, making him pause.
"Thank you Brak'aath." She grinned before running off to find the spell book she needed.
Her ears twitched as she heard something moving nearby. Holding the sweet roll in her mouth, she summoned fire to her hand, ready to attack. Only to pause when a young Nord emerged from over the dunes. He froze when he saw her, looking her up and down before his gaze hardened.
"Did they send you out to find me, cat?" He snapped, sliding down the dune to stand before her. She shook her head, shaking her hand to end the spell before tilting her head to one side. The sweet roll was still in her mouth as he walked around her, her arms shifting slightly to better support the food she held.
"Never saw you in the house I served in. So, which one do you serve?" He demanded. "There's no way a Khajiit would be here if they didn't serve one of the houses." He stated before pausing when she continued to look at him. "Do you even know what I am saying?" She raised a hand, taking a bite of the sweet roll before holding the remaining half out to him.
"This one is not a slave, in the traditional sense." She began. "She is merely here visiting, whilst her husband is busy with other plans."
"Husband? How old are you?" The Nord asked her, taking the sweet roll before devouring it quickly.
"This one is sixteen years old." She replied as she looked at him. "Is it not common for females to have husbands at such a age?" She asked, not realising it was odd.
"You're not sixteen." He insisted suddenly. "You're so small. There's no way you could.....OW!" He yelled out as she slapped him, her claws catching his flesh.
"This one is not that much shorter than you!" She snapped before tilting her head. "And surely, one should introduce themselves before insulting another, yes?" She asked. "This one is Azirina Kharabbi." She bowed before him.
"I'm Alessandre." He replied, rubbing his arm where she had caught him. She tilted her head before holding out some of the food to him.
"Here. You appear to need this more than this one." She said, watching as he grabbed some of the meat she had stolen. He sat on a nearby rock, tearing into the food with a ferocity she had only seen in starving daedroths. She moved to sit beside him, her ears going flat as blue eyes locked onto him, pausing when she saw a brand.
"Ah, you've seen it?" He asked.
"You bear the mark of Molag Bal?" She replied, reaching towards it. "How?"
"It was branded onto me by one of those bastards who kidnapped me. They wanted to sacrifice me to him. Said it would start something." Alessandre explained as he ate some more of the food.
"The second planemeld?" She asked, watching him nod.
"How do you...."
AZIRINA! They both jumped as a voice roared out across the sky, anger booming like thunder. She was on her feet in an instant, her own mark burning.
"He has found this one." She gasped before turning and going to flee, only to be tripped by the chains around her heart. She scrambled to get to her feet as a portal opened nearby, a large, clawed hand reaching out. It grabbed her legs, starting to drag her back.
There you are, kitten. I told you to stay in the palace.
"Master, no! Please! This one just wanted to see Nirn! She did not disobey!" Her claws tore into the earth, leaving gouges within the dust from the red mountain.
Do not lie, my bride. Brak'aath told me everything. You will be punished.
Alessandre watched in horror as the Khajiit was dragged into the portal, begging and screaming as she fought to escape. Her final scream as she was pulled through echoed through the air, even after the portal closed.
Several years later
Alessandre threw back the last of his mead before turning to his partner. "Say, Lavender." He began. "Did I ever tell you about the time I saw a Khajiit get dragged through a portal to Oblivion as a teen?"
The purple haired Dunmer woman hummed slightly. "Really? That's awful." She said, not really focused on the conversation. Until about a minute later, when what he said hit her.
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49. "I can always count on you." for Azirina and Farkas!
💛 @vilkas
Thank you for this @vilkas . It gave me an excellent opportunity to consider the effects of her addiction and subsequent withdrawal.
Trigger warning for references to addiction. Do enjoy.
"This one can always count on you." He paused, turning to face her as she looked at him. She was slouched slightly, her body fidgety and constantly moving whilst her eyes were dim compared to their usual, mischievous glint. It was a bad day, one where the whispers pushed her to the brink. They still happened occasionally but he would be damned if he didn't do all in his might to help her.
"I know that." He replied, putting down the tools he had been using to clean his sword.
"So…...where is it?" She asked, her eyes flicking around as she scanned his room. He sighed as he moved, putting his blade to one side and folding his arms across his chest.
"I'm not telling you." He said, watching as her ears went upright. Her eyes narrowed as she bared her fangs briefly.
"Why not?" She demanded.
"Because you don't need it. It's poisoning you, Azirina. You're doing so well, don't ruin it now by….."
"Just give this one her weapon back!" She snapped suddenly, her claws and fangs bared as she glared at him. He paused as she snarled at him like a beast before shaking his head.
"No." He stated firmly.
"Farkas…."
"No."
"Farkas please."
"No, Azirina. You are stronger than this. You don't need it." He repeated.
"This one does need it!" She snapped back at him. She grabbed her hair, gripping the strands tightly. "This one can cope with the itch and the pull. But the whispering is incessant. It will not stop. It never stops." She whined, pulling on her own hair. The movement allowed him to see how she trembled, shaking like a newborn deer standing on its own legs for the first time.
Her close proximity meant he could hear her heartbeat. It was fast, almost like it was fluttering within her chest. It pounded through his skull as if it was his own heart affected by the palpitations. He stood up, watching as she paused. Her fur was damp, clinging to her frame as if she had just bathed. But he knew the cause. The poisonous whispers of that accursed weapon were coursing through her body and mind again.
"You don't need it." He stated firmly. She opened her mouth to argue against him when she paused, slapping her hand over her mouth before fleeing his room. Even from a distance, he could hear her retching in the wash room. This was the worst he had seen for a while. He stood, going to follow her, only to see Kodlak watching from his room.
"This is the worst I have seen her for a while." The old nord noted. Farkas nodded in agreement.
"She says it's because of the whispers. But I haven't seen her look as bad as that before." He sighed. "Maybe I should give her it…" He began, looking at where the accused mace was hidden.
"No." Kodlak stated firmly. He stood up straight, walking from his doorway and into the hall. "As painful as it is for us to see our sister this way, it must be done. Her terrible appearance is a sign that the poison of that weapon is losing its grip on her. If we let her hold it, we take a step back. We must brace ourselves to help her with this sickness."
"I know that." Farkas countered before looking at Kodlak. "But seeing her that way, it's painful." He looked at the Harbinger, unable to find the words to express how seeing her like this made his insides twist.
"I know, Farkas. But she needs us to be strong." He looked down the hall to the washroom before speaking again. "Why don't I take the weapon for a bit? It may help her more." He suggested. Farkas glanced back into his room before shaking his head.
"It's fine, Kodlak. She's counting on me to help her. And I will do just that." He looked up as he heard her leave the washroom, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. Her entire frame trembled as she walked towards him with shaking steps.
"Farkas…." She began, looking up at him. Her fur was still damp, clinging to her shaking body. He could smell the sickness rolling off her body like waves on a shore. But, when he looked into her eyes, he was stunned. The briefest glimmer of light, a flicker of normality returned to them as she spoke again.
"This one can always count on you." She smiled before turning and, slowly, making her way back to the room all the new members slept in. He heard one of the beds creak as she settled onto it before her breathing evened out, a sign she had fallen asleep. He turned to Kodlak, determination burning in his eyes.
"We won't let her down." He said firmly. Kodlak chuckled as he laughed.
"That's right. We won't let her down. She can count on us all."
" i have passed by many eyes, but i only got lost in yours." For Az and Farkas ☺️
💛 from @vilkas (it's so weird not saying korvanjund.... my brand...)
It's weird not seeing Korvanjund. My immediate instinct is to tag that name instead of @vilkas. But anyway, thank you dear. Sorry it took so long. Also, going to tag you for the headcannon that Farkas makes carvings and whittling.
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"I have passed by many eyes, but I only got lost in yours." Farkas whispered in her ear, watching it flick briefly. She rolled over, her arms wrapping around his neck as his own wrapped around her waist. She nuzzled closer to him, her eyes still closed as she slept beside him.
They had been through so much together. From the moment he first saw her, fighting that giant in armour that didn't fit, to her return from High Hrothgar after beating Alduin. He had seen her soar like her namesake, and he had seen her at her lowest when her past threatened to consume her. And yet, she never made a big fuss over it.
"My kind heart?" He repeated, placing a kiss on top of her head. He felt her nod rather than saw it, the gentle brush of her fur against his chest the main indicator of the movement.
"This one has also passed by many, hearing nothing but hatred or distrust." She whispered back to him. "But your kind heart called out to this one, my moon." He looked down to see those beautiful blue eyes, like a clear sky on a sun filled day, fixed on him. She smiled, moving slightly so that her head brushed under his chin as she closed her eyes again.
"A heart like yours is a rare find, my moon. Especially at times like these." She murmured before moving to sit up. "You have seen this one at her lowest point, where the sins of her family had threatened to consume her. And you helped this one through that. You have given this one the strength to overcome that evil. Something you continue to do to this day." She added as she kissed his cheek. She rolled over, moving out of his arms and up from their bed.
He sat up, watching her move in the darkness of the room to the chest at the far wall. Her tail swayed as she opened it, crouching down to rummage through the contents. Even in the darkness, the gentle curves of her frame made something within him stir. She soon stood, turning and walking back to the bed with something in her hands.
"What's that?" He asked, pulling her into his lap. She smiled as she opened her hands to reveal a small Sabre Cat carving. He stared at it before turning his head towards her.
"When this one was infiltrating the Thalmor Embassy, there was a moment where she was nearly captured." She began to explain. "As she felt panic threaten to overwhelm her, that weapon called to her, trying to influence her to use it." She paused, shivering at the dark whispers that had called her name, enticing her to use the mace.
"But you resisted." He began.
"Because of you." She replied. "This one was reaching into her pouch to remove the mace. But, instead, her fingers brushed over this. She pulled this out, realising you had slipped this into her bag before we separated at Solitude. This little carving kept this one grounded, reminded this one that she was stronger than this weapon that called to her. That she could resist." She smiled at him.
"And you've kept it since then?" He asked her. She never mentioned even knowing of its existence.
"Of course." She replied, placing the little carving on the side. "But, after then, this one found that it was not so much the carving that gave her strength, but you." She wrapped her arms around his neck, icy blue eyes locking onto his as she smiled at him. He looked into her eyes, falling into them as if they were pools of water pulling him into their depths.
Her hand brushed against his cheek, thumb tracing the bone as she watched him. "You supported this one, encouraged and aided her when needed. Stood alongside her, and kept fate from overwhelming her. All through kind words, simple looks and gentle actions." She continued, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He chuckled, taking her hand and kissing it as her eyes sparkled with a mischievous light.
"You're too kind, love. I merely did what anyone should do for their family." He countered, pulling her closer to him. She chuckled softly, a purr falling from her lips as she rubbed her cheek against his.
"Family, hmm?" She asked him before looking at him. He held her face in his hands, pulling her close for a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressing against his, every slight movement making her fur brush against his skin. He moved, rolling them both over until he hovered over her, once again losing himself in her eyes.
"This one has passed by many eyes as well, my moon." She whispered as she took his face in her hands, watching him lean into the touch. He lowered himself down, watching those beautiful eyes sparkle.
"And, until all the stars fade into the darkness of the void, this one will only find herself lost in your eyes."
Day 14 is Stars. This was something I toyed with for a while when planning, contemplating having a scene with Azirina and Farkas. But, instead, I chose this. I think it works well. Once again, for @korvanjund.
The world spun around, colours and sound whirling around her as she fell for what seemed like an eternity. She gasped as white suddenly filled her vision, letting out a soft grunt as she hit the ground. A cloud of snow kicked up as she hit a snow bank, fluttering back down onto her as she stared up at the sky, her body shrieking in agony from her injuries. She lay there, her chest heaving as the cold seeped into her burns and injuries, when a roar made her focus.
"Alduin mahlaan! Sahrot tur qahnaraan! Alduin mahlaan! Dovahkiin los ok dovahkriid! Alduin mahlaan! Thu'umii los nahlot! Alduin mahlaan! Mu los vomir!" The mighty roars of the dragons flying above her shook the ground. She grimaced and gasped as she sat up, looking up at them and the stars beyond them. She was back in Skyrim.
"So, it is done. Alduin dilon. The Eldest is no more, he who came before all others, and has always been." She turned her head to see Paarthunax watching her from atop the word wall. She let out a sigh, flopping back down into the snow to stare at the stars above her.
"You do not sound very happy about it." She noted, watching the stars twinkle above her. She was sure why but they looked even more beautiful than they had in the past, before she went to Sovngarde.
"Happy? No, I am not happy. Zeymahi lost ont du'ul Bormahu. Alduin was once the crown of our father Akatosh's creation." Paarthunax replied.
"Alduin brought this upon himself. This one wishes it could have been different." She sighed, hissing as the fabric of her tunic brushed against one of her injuries. She summoned some healing magic, starting to heal her wounds.
"Indeed. Alduin wahlaan daanii. His doom was written when he claimed for himself the lordship that properly belongs to Bormahu - our father Akatosh." Paarthunax added as he looked at her. "Perhaps now you have some insight into the forces that shape the vennesetiid... the currents of Time. Perhaps you begin to see the world as a dovah. But I forget myself. Krosis. So los mid fahdon. Melancholy is an easy trap for a dovah to fall into. You have won a mighty victory. Sahrot krongrah - one that will echo through all the ages of this world for those who have eyes to see. Savour your triumph, Dovahkiin. This is not the last of what you will write upon the currents of Time." He spoke before opening his wings and taking flight.
"Goraan! I feel younger than I have in many an age. Many of the dovahhe are now scattered across Keizaal. Without Alduin's lordship, they may yet bow to the vahzen... rightness of my Thu'um. But willing or no, they will hear it! Fare thee well, Dovahkiin!" He roared, sending out a jet of fire before flying away from the mountain.
Azirina let out a sigh, looking back at the stars when a shadow fell over her.
"Hello, Odahviing."
"Pruzah wundunne wah Wuth Gein. I wish the old one luck in his... quest." The red dragon spoke as he looked skywards with her. He turned his head to face her. "But I doubt many will wish to exchange Alduin's lordship for the tyranny of Paarthurnax's "Way of the Voice". As for myself, you've proven your mastery twice over. Thuri, Dovahkiin. I gladly acknowledge the power of your Thu'um. Zu'u Odahviing. Call me when you have need, and I will come if I can." He explained before also taking flight.
Azirina sighed again as she looked back up at the stars. They seemed to glow brightly, like candles in the windows of the houses of Whiterun. Twinkling fires that illuminated the darkness.
"They are so beautiful." She murmured to herself when a thought struck her. Her leg was obviously broken, especially when she saw it at an odd angle. She couldn't walk properly so one question hit her.
"How is this one supposed to get off the mountain?"
