#roar of a wolfborn

[hircines-hunter]

Roar of a Wolfborn completed 46/46

After losing her family, Sifkni finds herself almost executed. After fleeing, she travels to Whiterun where she encounters the Companions. She knows their secret, as she is also a werewolf. Despite feeling that someone else is better suited for the role, she is soon thrust into the position of Dragonborn. She must learn to believe in her skills and heal from her past to fulfill her destiny. Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord} | Skjor x OC {M Skaal}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | EPILOGUE |

[aleielle-of-roshar]

Get to Know the Moot thing lol

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Currently reading: The Sunlit Man by Brandon Sanderson- but also @hircines-hunter ‘s fanfic Roar of a Wolfborn >:D (really good so far aaa)

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[reachwitch]

Roar of a Wolfborn completed 46/46

After losing her family, Sifkni finds herself almost executed. After fleeing, she travels to Whiterun where she encounters the Companions. She knows their secret, as she is also a werewolf.

Despite feeling that someone else is better suited for the role, she is soon thrust into the position of Dragonborn. She must learn to believe in her skills and heal from her past to fulfill her destiny.

Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord} | Skjor x OC {M Skaal}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | EPILOGUE |

Hunt of the Blood Moons

After defeating Alduin, Last Dragonborn Sifkni is called to Falkreath for a werewolf problem. She helps solve the mystery, only to have a Great Hunt called on her by Hircine. Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter PROLOGUE | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | WIP

Sivaas

After her pack is killed, Estinan wanders around Skyrim. With no home to call her own, she makes do with hunting or selling her sword arm. She ends up in Riften on a fateful day. With her pockets emptied by a handsome thief, she tracks him through the sewers and begins her strange quest with the Thieves Guild.

Brynjolf x OC {F Werewolf Bosmer}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | WIP

Fury of a Tundra Wolf

Former Harbinger of the Companions, Thea Icehammer, joins the Stormcloak army. She fights alongside the army to bring Ulfric his victory and to free Skyrim from Thalmor and Empire's clutches.

Galmar x OC {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | WIP

Mother of Hunters Completed

Adelina, a devout Hircine follower and werewolf, is called to one of the Lord Huntsman’s Great Hunts. But as the Hare.

She must survive three days with his Hunters and three nights with him personally hunting her. Adelina must survive. If only to prove she is NOT a Hare. She will not ever be a HARE.

Hircine x OC {F Werewolf Nede/Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue | Lore Book

Vestige Liselle encounters another Problematic Prince ft. Dragons (and Mudcrabs)

Liselle’s encounters of Tamriel and Oblivion are detailed in mostly journals. ESO Main Questline, a couple Daggerfall Covenant Quests, Clockwork City, Original Plot: Coldfire Codex, Elsweyr, Mages’ Guild, Blackwood | Future Goals: High Isle and Necrom

Abnur Tharn x Vestige {F Breton}

Just a Ruin (and Mudcrab) Advocate | 158 Chapters | Journal Coldfire Codex Chap 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Rage of Dragons and the Vestige | 65 Chapters | Journal Mages’ Guild Fiasco: Journal of Vestige Liselle |  24 Chapters | Journal In Which Liselle’s Fist Lands upon Another’s Cheek | WIP | Journal

Blessings of the Moons

Finnki is the Thane of Whiterun. She takes frequent bounties to keep her life and mind busy. She comes across the scene of an ambush. There’s only one survivor. J'Med. He’s a Khajiit from far-off lands, traveling to Skyrim to shake off his past. Finnki helps J'Med with recovery and fitting into Skyrim. J'Med teaches Finnki about moving on and leaving one’s past.

OC {F Nord/Bosmer} x OC {M Khajiit}

Chapter 1 | 2 | WIP

Shadow of the Druadach

Tiernan is the Last Dragonborn. He is also a Reachman. He is a prickly man on his quest to save his world, despite the distrust and prejudice he faces on the daily. While he is looking for an Elder Scroll for Paarthurnax, he meets Rozelia Greensly. A master Mage at the College of Winterhold. She is very interested in the Reach and Reach magic. She joins Tiernan on his adventure, to his dismay. Perhaps the buds of friendship will bloom during their trip to find the Elder Scroll.

Last Dragonborn {M Reachfolk} x OC {F Breton}

Chapter 1 | WIP

[tempcstucus]

( CIS WOMAN & SHE/HER  ) A KRISTEN STEWART lookalike has arrived in Myrkvjord, stepping onto the deck of THE MAELSTROM, their reputation either preceding them or waiting to be made. LIRA “THE STORM” BLACKWATER has survived THIRTY-FOUR years, and their name is already whispered in ports, feared by traders, or cursed by the clans. Some call them RUTHLESS, others say they are DETERMINED, but one thing is certain—their fate is bound to the sea. With their influence growing, they are set to either rule the waves or sink beneath them. You might know them as a FIRST MATE, but soon enough, they will be remembered as more. ( Ooc:  Moth, 28, EST & They/Them | No triggers )

THE BASICS

legal name: lenora ceallaigh

aliases: lira blackwater

nicknames: the storm

date of birth: december 21st

gender: cisgender woman

pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: lesbian

romantic orientation: homoromantic

current age: thirty four

affiliation: pirates, wolfborn clan(formerly)

occupation: first mate of the maelstrom

known languages: english

INSPIRATION

quote: "envy shoots at others and wounds itself"

label or archetype: the green-eyed monster- desire for something you do not possess, watching others imagining it were you, being dissatisfied in life

tropes: the femme fatale, grass is greener, work hard play hard, deadpan snarker

media parallels: johanna mason (hunger games), vi (arcane), hobie brown (spiderman: across the spider-verse), harry hart (kingsman), summer smith (rick and morty)

theme song: numb little bug - em beihold, vampire - olivia rodrigo, a little respect - erasure

PERSONALITY

positive traits: incisive, forthright, observant, intelligent, resourceful

neutral traits: determined, reserved, idiosyncratic, sarcastic, impatient

negative traits: cunning, calculating, blunt, phlegmatic, opinionated

peeves: disobedience, inconsistency, dishonesty, failing to succeed, feeling inferior

fears: abandonment, losing her sense of self, existentialism, becoming useless

skills: persuasion, hand to hand combat, swordsmanship, strategic thinking, pattern recognition, strategizing, navigation

goals: leaving her family curse in the past, potentially becoming captain of the maelstrom

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: kristen stewart

height: 5' 5" (165.09cm)

eye color: grey

hair color: dark brown

clothing style: tends to dress in messy, tomboyish clothes when not on patrol. she likes to wear cutoff tank tops, but can be seen wearing baggy sweatshirts and cargo pants. also owns a variety of different t-shirts.

jewelry: wears a gold ring with the flag of the maelstrom on her left middle finger, has another ring resembling a compass typically worn on her right ring finger.

marks/scars: countless scars on both hands and knuckles, one running across the bridge of her nose from having it broken, a jagged scar under her left eye from a fight shortly after she became a pirate

scent/fragrance: sea salt and clove.

FAVOURITES

likes: singing shanties, drinking, navigating the sea, reading, playing games with other pirates

dislikes: lack of understanding, unpredictability, memories from her time in a clan, feeling alone

hobbies: stargazing, fishing, hunting, playing cards, whittling, boxing, journaling, chess, knife throwing, self defense, cooking

habits: irregular sleep schedule, procrastinates on cleaning, writes in her journal every day, tends to take the lead, thinks before speaking, engages in risky behavior

AESTHETICS

sight: black - nothing, the beginning

sound: a roar in the distance growing closer

taste: the salty iron of blood in your mouth

touch: the sting of scraping your knees on concrete

thought: the calm before a storm

HISTORY

(death and violence tw)

it's known in the wolfborn clan that everyone in the ceallaigh family meets an untimely fate, they're said to have cursed bloodline. the story goes that hundreds of years ago a member of their family killed a wolf and they've been cursed ever since.

lenora's parents died when she was about 12, in a battle with the ironblood clan. her and her younger sibling were left with their only living relative, conall, to take care of them and watch over them.

she had a few friends in the wolfborn clan, but largely most people avoided her because of the curse association and she had a tendency to get into mischief.

she was a wild child, constantly getting into fights or some other kind of trouble. as a kid, lenora was never where she should be, if she wasn't causing trouble she was in the woods.

at age 26, lenora and her younger sibling went into the woods to hunt, but were quickly overpowered and attacked by a wild animal. her sibling didn't survive the attack, dying from their wounds and lenora only survived because conall managed to find her and save her.

seeing the attack as a bad omen, the wolfborn clan elected to sentence conall to death, slitting his throat and tossing him into the sea. lenora witnessed his death and her violent tendencies only became more intense in her grief, to a point where the clan decided to exile her mere months after his "death".

after being exiled from her clan she changed her name to lira blackwater and became a pirate, nothing was left for her on land. she has been on several different ships and but has been on the maelstrom for 5 years. she started off as a lowly deckhand but gradually worked up to being a first mate.

HEADCANONS

she's had her fair share of flings, whenever the maelstrom is in port lira can be found in a pub ashore, attempting to flirt with her latest romantic interest. being on land only for short periods of time works out for her this way, it means she doesn't have to commit to relationships for long.

after being exiled from her clan lira wandered the land aimlessly for a short period of time, not sure what to do. by sheer chance she ended up in a port with a ship that was looking for extra hands and so her piracy began.

she's close with a few members of the crew, but lira doesn't let many people close to her. this is partially in fear that they'll learn about her past, but also because she doesn't find many pirates to be trustworthy. she can be caught participating in festivities with the crew.

likes to practice sword-fighting in her free time, it's a hobby she's taken up and actively enjoys. she can hold her own in a swordfight with ease and has won a few duels. she's considered moderately talented and is very useful in fights with other ships.

WANTED

exes: people she has been involved with on land or other pirates she's hooked up with

love interest: someone she's met who she really clicks with, they either don't care about her past or are outcasts in a similar way

friends: self-explanatory, can be other pirates or people she knows on land

crew: again, self-explanatory

enemies: people who don't like her for whatever reason, rival pirates, or any other kind of negative relationship

people from her past: people she knew in the wolfborn clan, whether it's old friends or people who disliked her.

[hircines-hunter]

I’ve got a few but! I’ll stick with Sifkni fics!

Follows Sifkni from the death of her pack, including her husband. To Helgen and through the Dragonborn and Companions questline. Heavy on the Werewolves as Sifkni was born a wolf. F!LDB x Farkas (also side romance of M!Skaal WW x Skjor). There’s a lot of hurt and hurt/comfort.

And then I’ve got the Sequel.

Follows Sifkni dealing with Falkreath werewolf problem to Hircine turning the Hunt on her. Currently WIP! But lots of ww lots of fighting. Hircine and hunting shenanigans.

tcs friday fic sharing

do you have a fic that you've written and want to share? reblog this with the link to the fic and i'll reblog it here! i love seeing fanfic and how creative tesblr is

[skxrbrand]

PREV / Middenheim's Underbelly, City of the Wolf, Empire of Man

Exile or not.

Disowned or not.

The desire to spill blood was as much a part of Skarbrand as his own flesh and blood, his own claws and teeth. And when the Arena buried in within the dark underbelly of the city turned into a killing field, the Reaper fell quickly to slaughtering all who came near. Throats were torn, limbs were hacked off, men fell and screamed and were trodden on by leather and metal boots, their cries cut brutally short. This body was weaker than his true form, the many scars and cuts carved into it a testament to the fact. The Reaper bled hot ichor from dozens of wounds, crushing skulls and crunching bone with his bare fist.

He paid no heed to Klaus and Hallebjorn, the two men squaring off to begin their own confrontation. The leader of the Crimson Skulls wore a crazed, victorious expression, his skin practically glowing with the crimson light coming from his ritual wounds. Hallebjorn was fierce and stern by comparison, a cool sort of fury. His sentinels came forward to protect their lord and died to Klaus' axe, the shirtless man now full out cackling.

The sound grew deeper and as it did, the air seemed heavier, as if soured by a brooding presence. Skarbrand noticed the change before any of the brawling, slaying mortals did, halting his killing endeavors to witness the happening. Klaus' laughter had turned, malevolent mirth morphing into murderous rage. He watched the mortal's form snap and warp, the blood pooled around him crawling towards his body to offer him mass. To offer the thing he was becoming shape and solidity...

The Arena was slicked in gore, deep enough that if he dared look down, Skarbrand could see clearly his own reflection. But he was so transfixed by the thing breaking it's way into this world he did not see the other things nearer to him doing the same. Not until hot talons has seized his ankle, piercing and burning flesh. Skarbrand's roar was pained and surprised and he kicked the head off the hand's owner once it had broken the surface, killing them.

But that was only one of them. All around them, horned heads were pulling themselves from bloody pools, followed by shoulders, arms, and hands bearing Hellblades. Daemons were upon them and from the skull rune emblazoned on their brows, Skarbrand knew them as the Skaradrim, Hunters of the Blood God's most hated foes. And in that moment he knew: this had been a trap from the start.

A final roar announced the Bloodthirster's success in trespassing into the mortal realm. A soldier Skarbrand was unfamiliar with but it, too, had been of the Skaradrim from the runes and icons it wore. There was fury about the beast, but also confusion. Indignation twisted it's bestial face. He hadn't been summoned so much as drawn here, as water through a straw. Unwitting, unwilling, but all the same ready to do battle and honor the god of blood.

It looked around to the men nearest to it, those that were still alive anyway. "WHO DARES SUMMON IRA'SKARR TO THIS MISERABLE PLANE?" Demanded the beast in a bellow. All the men stepped back. All but one: Wolfborne Cult Leader Hallebjorn. Skarbrand could see a small, mirthless grin about the ginger man's face. Yes, this was definitely the God-Fractal. To stare down a Bloodthirster with a mocking grin he had to be.

Ikar'skarr of the Skaradrim levelled his axe at the Cult Magus, bearing all of it's iron-hard teeth. " YOUR PRESUMPTIONS WILL COST YOU LIFE, LIMB AND SKULL." It declared, again in a roar. Hallebjorn had said something, something too soft for the Reaper to hear, but the other Bloodthirster had heard it loud and clear. He'd heard and he'd objected, bringing down his skull-axe to pulverize the man. But it was not mortal flesh that his axe met.

The weapon rang out, a keening sound as if the being within the blade had been in agony. It vibrated violently in Ikar'skarr's grip, then shattered into metal splinters. Many of them hit the Bloodthirster, his blood host of Hounds and Bloodletters, and the men and women still alive and fighting. Hallebjorn was untouched, the air about him heavy and thick with potential. So thick it seemed to obscure him. The Bloodthirster shook off his shock and daze, looking again at the 'mortal' and knew he was anything but. He was undamaged, save his clothing, and that was when Ira'skarr saw it.

The Reaper was sure he saw the bigger daemon tremble.

Branded into Hallebjorn's chest was the Khadeium Rune. He was a warrior-sage, an unraveller of magic. The Unmaker himself come again. Flattened ears spoke of Ira'skarr's trepidation, for what was he but a being of magic? A creature of the warp, the stuff of the aethyr given a definite shape? Suddenly aware he was being watched and perhaps seeking to make up for that earlier hesitance, the Bloodthirster of the Third Host stood and swelled himself with infernal flame. Then, he opened his jaws and released terror and fury both on the Unmaker.

But Hallebjorn did not melt or crumble. Indeed, he did the opposite, the flame seeming to feed him. He grew, and grew, and grew, until he towered even over the inferno. Until he was staring down at Ira'skarr and Skarbrand both, the sole living beings before him. The men had been killed. The lesser blood daemons had been sucked away to feed the Unmaker's coming.

With Ira'skarr frozen in place, the Firstling looked to Skarbrand.

₪ YOU HAVE FOUND ME AT THE LAST. He said, bemused. A PORTION OF ME, AT LEAST.

"As you bid." Skarbrand replied.

₪ AH YES. THE PORTION OF ME CONFINED TO THE NORTH.

Skarbrand gave a growl, sliding into a combat stance. Khade chuffed.

₪ IF I WANTED YOU DEAD LITTLE DAEMON, IT WOULD BE SO. BUT YOU HAVE GRANTED HIS-AND-MY DESIRE. YOU WILL LEAVE HERE WITH YOUR LIFE.

He looked at Ira'skarr, who gave Skarbrand and Khade both the most hateful of looks.

₪ YOU, HOWEVER, WILL NOT.

The Blood Hunter roared. He leapt in the air, propelled by his great wings. Khade caught him with contempt, more than three sizes the height of the tiny Greater Daemon. He held Ira'skarr as a child might hold a struggling beetle it had caught, looking over him with interest. But then boredom and disgust wrinkled his beaked snout. He leaned in, his voice a thoughtful rasp.

₪ AH. I SEE THE GAME. YOU ARE MY BROTHER'S SON, BUT MY ENEMY'S PAWN. I SEE THE GAME, I SEE THE GAME.

Then, with a sickening crunch, he pressed his hands together, the daemon betwixt them roaring, then squealing, and finally dying as Khade crushed it flat. He leaned down, sniffing the black gore on his hands, licking at it. As he did this, ever single one on his eyes flesh upon Skarbrand.

₪ I TAKE MY LEAVE. THE SENTINELS OF THIS CITY WILL HAVE HEARD OF THIS GREAT SHEDDING OF BLOOD. THEY WILL CERTAINTLY SMELL IT. TAKE YOUR PARAMOUR AND LEAVE.

"Where are you going?" Skarbrand stepped forward, still slicked in gore.

₪ I WOULD WASH THE BLOOD OF OFF MYSELF FIRST. Was Khade's only response. He shifted back into a man, the once lightless sigil on his chest now a dim, persistent red. Then he was gone and Skarbrand was alone, the sole survivor of the great killing...

[hircines-hunter]

Ilfhil. Sifkni's mom

[hircines-hunter]

Signar, Ulfnar the Stone, Ainare

Companions newest Whelps

[hircines-hunter]

Sifkni Ref

This is part 1 of 2 I have another 2 things to draw :> but I can post this now.

[hircines-hunter]

I'll answer the ask you sent me in the morning, but let me ask the same thing back about Sifkni and Roar of a Wolfborn-!!! I remember you've mentioned it has been years so I'd love to know how it began ☺️

Take your time!!!! No rush!!!!

If anyone wants to read the actual fic! Here’s the link!

It’s 46 chapters long. 202k on gdoc and word but 201k on AO3! It is finished! It’s Farkas/OC and there’s some Skjor/OC and mentions of another pairing. :3c

It all started a month after Skyrim came out. And I made Sifkni officially. I was gonna do the Companions and Main Quest like normal. Originally she was to become a werewolf through companions quest. Via Farkas instead of Aela bc she asked him.

But then the Dragonborn DLC came out and there was that werewolf pack. I changed everything. It mostly lived in my head. Her. Her pack. Her and Farkas.

I didn’t start writing about her until 2014 (I may rewrite the thing?) it’s a short 6 chapter fic from when her mother passed to the final attack on her pack before canon events. (I may be willing to share but it’s poorly written and 10 years old.)

And the roar of a wolfborn that has been finished is technically the 3rd draft! I started to write Roaw at the same time as her other fic in 2014 as well.

Because of the pack I made her born a wolf. And the first draft Sifkni and Farkas take it a lot slower than the 3rd draft. Like a lot slower. Lol. Sifkni mourned her husband. More. She had more… moments where she would talk super fondly and then start crying.

Farkas was down bad. Like worse than the latest draft. Trust me. He had it so bad. Vilkas had to be like dude calm tf down my brother.

Sifkni also was Asexual af in the original. I’m not sure what happened btwn then and now. But yeah.

I started the 2nd draft in 2023 going thru editing and tweaking and fixing and writing newer chapters. Before I finally jumped the gun , deleted the old version and started the new one. This time I decided to add the past events into the main fic (I found most people didn’t want to read the prequel). I added more nightmares. More mourning. More crying and changed a Lot! From what happened in the pack to how she reacts and remembers . To how the actual plot goes. I never intended for a lot of what happened to happen. The dragon attack that had her stuck in jorrvaskr for 2 months. Thats where a lot of her bonding with Farkas happens. Btwn ustengrav and the dragon. I never intended for them to ever get married. But… that happened. I never intended for later events to happen.

And saving skjor!?? Man that’s probably the biggest change I still have the old draft with Skjor’s death and the aftermath lol 😂

I never imagined I would ever finish it too I am so very proud of what I wrote! And that’s it’s finished!

But, yeah….. Sifkni has been through a lot from day 1 up til 13 years later….. and I am

But yeah… that is Sifkni. Her origins. And the journey to the ending.

And now I get to work on the Sequel. Which is all new. I’ve never planned or plotted this. It is mostly going to be a lot shorter than roaw. But it’s also the means for Sifkni to peacefully pass onto the Hunting Grounds! >:3c there will be a lot of reopening of old wounds. We get to meet her pack again! And Hircine will be there!

[hircines-hunter]

Narrowing down a singular song for Sifkni is hard. Her playlist for ‘Roar of a Wolfborn’ has 149 songs over 9 hours. The playlist for ‘Hunt of the Blood Moons’ has 73 songs over 5 hours. I have a problem. I love Sifkni too much and I listen to too much music.

Not every oc gets blessed with a playlist unfortunately.

I will choose two songs for Sifkni bc one is not enough I am not sorry.

Sifkni - Some Type of Skin by Aurora and Anoana by Heilung

Thea - Kissed by Wolf by Karliene

Dyrvina - Untie the Knot by Kalandra

Estinan - Nocturnal Creatures by Bastille

Crowe - Wet Dream by Snow Wife (tbh anything by Snow Wife slaps and belongs to Crowe)

Fae Wolfsinger - Viking War Trance by Eihwar

So, I know playlists for fics/characters are common. I wanna what everyone's TES OC's song is. Like what is THE song that fits your character(s) the most, if you could only pick one song (two if you really can't choose lol). I would love to listen to them and see how different everyone's is.

For Lilliandra it's To My Heart by Mother Mother

For Elikar it's You're Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo

[hircines-hunter]

Roar of a Wolfborn chapter 30

Preview

Sifkni walked outside. The weather was pleasant and hopefully it would remain that way on her entire trip. Her bag was packed and she left it by the Underforge.

Sifkni looked over the training yard. The twins were watching over sparring sessions. She caught Farkas’ attention. Vilkas nodded at him and he walked over.

Farkas wrapped his arms around her and clicked her up. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

Sifkni rubbed her face against his beard, enjoying the scratchy feeling. “I mean I do want you there. But, I must do this alone.”

“Must you?”

Sifkni nodded. “I must.” She kissed him. “I’ll be fine. Like I told Lydia and you before, I’ll Shout if anyone tries anything.”

Farkas set her down and kissed her forehead. He looked at her armor and ran his fingers across the seams and connections. “Is your sword sharpened?”

“Aye. Armor fits. Bow’s tension is good. And I have plenty of arrows.”

“Food? Tent?”

“You helped pack, I would hope.”

Farkas laughed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead again. “I did. Please come back home as soon as you can.” He grabbed the chain from under her tunic and fed his ring through. His fingers ghost across the torc on her neck. It made him happy to see her wear the things he bought her.

[hircines-hunter]

Roar of a Wolfborn chapter 16

Sifkni stared at the imposing city before them. She felt a knot in her throat and swallowed. She shook her head. Júní ran through the opened gates of Whiterun and led the way to Jorrvaskr.

Lydia grabbed Sifkni’s arm as they walked by the tavern. “I’m going to head to Bannered Mare. If you leave Whiterun, come get me.”

Sifkni nodded. “Thank you, Lydia.”

“You’ll be okay. They’ll understand why you left. After everything you’ve told me…. This is your family now. They’ll forgive you.” Lydia clapped Sifkni’s shoulder. “If not, you can come here and drink with me. We will find a new one.”

Sifkni smiled. She nodded and followed Júní up the stairs. It’d been over 3 weeks since she returned. The Gildergreen’s leaves started to turn yellow and orange. Soon, it would shed its leaves.

Her name day was next month. How old would she be? 26? She laughed. She turned when Júní whined. He waited at the top of the stairs of Jorrvaskr.

Sifkni caught little wisps of scents of the Circle. But, no one was outside. Or upstairs. She opened the door. The hall invited her back in with its warmth, despite its current emptiness. Júní squeezed past and made a beeline for the kitchen. He sat down and whined. There was the sound of a clay pot falling to the floor and breaking.

[hircines-hunter]

Roar of a Wolfborn chapter 11

Sifkni stared at the ceiling. She listened to the rhythmic breaths of her sleeping companions. The noises nearly lulled her back to sleep but a wet nose into the crook of her neck woke her back up. She reached over and petted the wolf. “I’m awake….” She sat up and stretched before placing her feet on the cold stone floor. She felt a shiver run through her.

Sifkni walked over to the dresser next to her bed and opened it. She quickly threw on traveling clothes and shoved her shift into the drawer. She grabbed her leather armor. She would eat first. Eat and then put the armor on. She did lace her boots up. “Well, we better break our fast. I can already smell the venison bacon from here.” Júní also inhaled the air. He followed after the scent of cooking food. He pushed the door open with his nose and ran up the stairs. Sifkni followed after him.

Sifkni found Tilma in the kitchen working hard, cooking the large meals to feed the hungry mercenaries. Júní sat patiently at the door threshold and stared. Drool puddled at his paws as he waited patiently. Sifkni poked her head in the kitchen. “Do you need any help, Tilma?”

“Oh, Sif dear. I am finished with the food for you and Farkas. I’ve wrapped everything up. I even packed extra for the little lad.” The old woman turned around and walked over to the wolf. She handed him a small piece of fat. He took it gently and licked her hands afterward. “What a good lad.” She turned back to the stove. “Would you be able to carry the pot of oats to the table? It’s a little heavy for me today. My arms and back aren’t what they used to be.”

[hircines-hunter]

Roar of a Wolfborn Chap 34

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Sifkni was glad it didn’t take long to climb down from High Hrothgar as a wolf. She wouldn’t be resting tonight, though. She wanted to be home.

She readjusted her pack as she walked through Riverwood. She rested her hand on her stomach. She felt a little flutter in her stomach. A tiny flutter of a heartbeat. Like when a petal landed on her hand. Soft. Light. Barely noticeable. 

She was nervous and sick with worry. She felt it on her way down as a wolf. If she hadn’t transformed so many times before…. She might’ve been scared.

Sifkni shook her head. She needed to get home. She was nervous about everyone’s reactions. Would the Circle even know? Surely, they would. If she knew, they would. 

How would Farkas react? He knew about what happened with Thonro. Would he be okay with it? She twisted the ring on her finger.

She knew she wanted a kid. But, they never really discussed it. She didn’t even think she could…. After the last time. 

A seed of worry sprouted.

How did she tell Farkas? 

How did she tell anyone? 

She felt tears in her eyes. By Hircine.

[hircines-hunter]

Roar of a Wolfborn chapter 24

A week after New Life, Sifkni made her way to the Temple. She was hoping she could get the okay to leave. She wanted to return the Horn to the Greybeards. She also needed to stop by Riverwood, despite not wanting to see Delphine at all.

She smiled at Danica who looked up as she entered. Danica approached her. “Dragonborn. You seem well. And you’ve cut your hair.”

Sifkni smiled. “Aye. It’s been the talk of Jorrvaskr all week.”

“I bet.” The healer smiled. “I’ll assume you are here to gain clearance to leave the city.” Sifkni nodded. “Let me see everything.”