#warriorofwolves

Making angsty ship headcanons with your rp partner  (◕‿◕✿)

Why does the Nord, every time, agree to drink with the Imperials in Whiterun after every coups with the Jarl... Is it because she just loves to watch Imperials stumble around drunkenly like the annoying apes they were? Or was it that she enjoyed so very much the derogatory little comments directed towards her heritage.

            "Yes, yes, cold skinned Nord--not like I have not heard                 that one one hundred times over by now, legate."

And the Bannered Mare never smells any nicer than it will right now, of wet dogs and mead and sweat. So she will insist on one mug of ale, leaning over the counter and watching anyone other than a legate waving his red cuirass around.

One of the few reasons she hated this line of work--putting up with these annoying little punks. But, if she were not around, they would continue to poke at those below them without so much as a slap on the wrist, which is really what Agni is for--to lash the wrists of those too stupid to know any manners.

Like now. One of her legates seems to feel it is appropriate to fawn and giggle over a certain dusty haired young woman near the fire--she's a wily looking one, probably fully able of taking care of this by herself, but really what else does Agni have to do?

{{ crawls into the closet. cries. }}

Signe looked over her room, she was leaving again. Though this time it wasn’t to climb the 7000 steps to High Hrothgar to answer a summons from the Greybeards. No this time she was off to fight in the civil war. A few days ago she had spoken with Jarl Ulfric of Windhelm and Galmar Stone-Fist who sent her to Serpentstone Isle to kill an ice wraith. Her first test, one Galmar seemed to think she wouldn’t have returned from. After which she took the oath.

      “I do swear my blood and honor to the service of Ulfric Stormcloak…”                   “…Jarl of Windhelm and true High King of Skyrim.”

The words were still ringing in her ears. Her oath to fight and possibly die for Ulfric Stormcloak. Originally she wasn’t going to side in the war, she was going to listen to the advice of the Greybeards, but the more she had traveled through Skyrim and say what the Imperials were doing the angrier she got. The war was poisonous to the land, pitting brother against brother and splitting apart alliances that had been in place for generations, though it was necessary.

     ”As Talos is my witness, may this oath bind me to death and beyond…”         “…even to my lord as to my fellow brothers and sisters in arms.”

Her possible death did not scare her. If she could make even the slightest bit of difference it would be enough. There was also the problem of the dragons and Alduin. Signe wanted nothing more then to distance herself as far as she could from that problem for as long as possible. Alduin, the World Eater. How would she ever be strong enough to defeat him? The mere thought of that responsibility, that everything around her could end if she didn’t defeat him made her feel like no more than a child. So she would fight, train, and prepare for as long as she could. With a sigh she packed the last bit of her stuff in her bag and headed out the door back towards the Palace of the Kings for her next mission. This would be a very long journey.

{{ Fen rejoins the Stormcloaks and goes with Signe? }}