> Anyone can join
> Each member is allowed 5 submissions per week
> Contributors and other admins are allowed unlimited submissions
> Submissions made to the incorrect folder will be declined. You may resubmit to the correct folder at any time.
> Be respectful. You will only be warned once before you will be banned.
>ALL submissions to 'FEATURED' will be declined
>Not only devoted to Skyrim, but also to the other installments as well.
Fearless Vampire Hunters - ch. 4Sunset at Hag's End and Athis seemed to perk up considerably as shadows lengthened and the sun disappeared behind the Druadachs. Of course, being Athis, this just meant he went from heartbroken and miserable to grimly determined. Cicero liked Athis, he truly did, but all the same he did sometimes wonder what Eola saw in him.Fearless Vampire Hunters - ch. 4 by ms-katonic
Not his place to judge, Cicero reminded himself. If Cicero could slip off now and then and crawl into the bed of some big, scary Nord or Orc to be utterly and completely used and dominated, Eola could cuddle up with a surly Dunmer. Cicero supposed.
They arrived at Deepwood Vale's entrance just in time to see a fight breaking out between ReachGuard warriors and some opponents who thought it was a good idea to assault Matriarch Keirine's stronghold.
A Drain Life spell sucked the life out of one of the ReachGuard, and Cicero and Athis both simultaneously realised it wasn't just any opponent. It was vampires. Cicero raised his
Fearless Vampire Hunters - ch. 3“Brother!”Fearless Vampire Hunters - ch. 3 by ms-katonic
Athis opened his eyes, groaning in the far too bright sunlight.
“What?” Athis muttered. “What do you want... ow my head.”
“Brother, wake up!” Cicero hissed. “There is a Thalmor fort not five minutes from here, we cannot linger! And we should be gone by sunset before they decide to chase us!”
“Right,” Athis whispered, letting Cicero help him up. He saw the logic, he really did, but his head was fuzzy, he was tired, thirsty, it was too bright, and the last thing he wanted to do was move. “Inna second, Sis'ro.”
“No,” Cicero snapped. “We need to move now. Come ON, brother! Do not make Cicero change forms and carry you.”
Perish the thought. Athis shuddered at the mere idea of being dragged along by a werewolf – a werewolf! Cicero was a werewolf. Who the fuck thought that had been a good idea, and how lo