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*Been too long since an update, but I keep getting e-mails and so I keep writing when I can. I want to promise faster updates, but I can't do that... My job has started to consume my soul... But I will try! Just know, that your e-mails help, I will be responding to all of them, and that I will eventually put out more. I'm not done with these boys yet. ;0) *
Before the Dovahkiin 3
It took a long time for Farkas to look me in the eye again. His anger and rage showed in the chickens and cattle being slaughtered in the fields surrounding Whiterun. One night, I heard men shouting through the streets, shouting that they had caught the damnable creature. But it was only an Orc, and the killings continued.
It took me two weeks to get my affairs in order. I organized the house with my sister, who then promptly chose to sell the shack to the Jarl. She moved in with *** the last that I heard.
I learned what I could from Farengar, quickly and sloppily. Though he had been my mentor for the past three years, there was so much that he had refused to tell me. I took the opportunity to force him to tell me all that he was hesitant before to. As a result, I learned the more intricate magicks of the world. I learned how to change and manipulate things, though I certainly needed much more work. Work that I hoped I would be able to pursue in Winterhold. But I would be going for a special purpose, I was to conduct research into the nature of Soul Stones and their capabilities. A pursuit that I was quite eager to take the College up on.
All of this took me exactly two weeks. Two weeks that I heard of the livestock mutilations. Two weeks that I spent with my mind in utter chaos. Two weeks that I tried to get my sister to turn away from the whoring that she had apparently taken up when I was not looking. Two weeks that I spelt alone, the first two weeks in three years, and they were painful sleeps. Plagued with nightmares and sweaty awakenings, these restless sleeps felt as though I was waiting to be executed. Some nights I cried in longing for Farkas, cries that were silent so as not to wake my sister, who was never home.
One night I even went to Jarvaskaar to see if I could find him. The hall was only slightly lit, most of the oil in the lanterns and torches had been spent with the evenings festivities. Farkas had told me after some time that the nights in Jarvaskaar were filled with drinking and fighting. He tired of it, so when he met me, he found a convenient excuse to leave the constant festivity. Though in all these years, I still did not know if the rest of the Companions knew about Farkas' preference towards boys.
For I was a boy when he took me first. But I had grown. I had grown into a young man. I had ambitions, and I realized that I could and would not be held back by the fleeting love of a man who I was not sure truly desired me, or if I was only convenient. We never spoke of such things.
Bodies laid around the ground, snoring loudly in their drunken comas. Some men I knew, and others I longed to, for their husky beauty stirred my loins. One man I stared at for a few minutes because I found him so handsome, not beautiful at all.
He had brown locks that were spread out around his unconscious face, held together only with sweat. His casual leather vest was unbuttoned, revealing curls of chest hair that spread across his broad chest, covering most of his pectorals. They tapered off though, leaving his flawless abdominals with only a thin line of hair that reached down below is pants that were done up by a cord. Those pants... Those damnable pants that needed to be removed...
But it was in his face that I saw him. What was really him. A slight beard covered a great deal of his face, more than any other man that I had seen up to this point in my life. And a scar ran down his perfect face. The wound must have been deep to leave such a mark, but it started just above his right eye, and all the way down his face to his jawbone.
As I studied the wound, I felt something familiar. I felt the distinct tinge of magick holding it together... Or, at least, it did once. This was not a wound that could have healed in a week on its own. But with the aid of magick, it sealed itself as the skin would, given enough time and without infection.
Studying the magick more closely, I found it to be very advanced, far beyond my comprehension. But I most definitely felt as though if it would fight off any disease even now.
This man was an anomaly. A handsome, and wonderful anomaly. He should be dead many times over, I felt fate telling me this...
As I reached for his scar, to touch it, and feel more of what it meant, his eyes shot open. Huge eyes, staring into my soul, green as the sunlight through the leaves. They stared at me, the rolled up into his skull and were gone under his eyelids.
I realized that my heart was moving fast, but only after I was up and across the room. The man was unconscious again, but I did not want to be in that room of snoring corpses any longer.
Though I had never been there in the three years that I had known Farkas intimately, I had never been to his room. So I wandered down the steps and into the basement, where there were more detections of life.
I did not need magick to trance the scent of him to his room. My fingers clung to the door, arched and scratched down the length of it towards the handle. My mind raced as to what I might find, the detection of life enchantment completely lost on me. So I ran my hand over the handle, my hand twitching and glowing. With a yellow pulse of light, the lock clicked, and the door swung open.
The room I saw before me was far too simple for a man of his prowess. There were no pictures on the walls, very few books on the shelves, and no weapons on placards. There was simply a bed, a dresser, and a wardrobe. I sighed a little at its lack of splendor. I expected there to be something of interest, not merely an empty room with an empty bed.
Then it dawned on me. He had not slept here in over three years. Why would there be anything here that would be of any significance to him? I broke into a chuckle that turned into a full out laugh when I came to this realization. But then of course, I cupped my mouth with a firm hand as I did not want to wake anyone.
So I looked around, and the room was not nearly as empty as I thought it was. There were clothes in the wardrobe, clothes that hinted at a simpler version of Farkas. Two golden rings sat on the top of the dresser, before an envelope. I picked it up, then quickly placed it back. I did not wish to know the significance of the rings and the envelope. But it was not difficult to see that the two rings were infused with love and matrimony. Without picking up the letter, I knew that it must be from his parents, or another couple that was close to his family. An aunt and uncle?
But it did not matter. The bed was empty and cold, the dressers and clothes old and dusty. They hinted at a life that was no longer Farkas'. A life that I had interrupted with my loving him, and his loving of me.
I sat on the bed and put my face into my hands for maybe an hour. Most of my drive for staying still came from the potentiality of Farkas returning to this forgotten bed. But then the thought inside me rose up, and questioned whether or not he might be waiting for me inside of my bed. But if I left now, would he leave right now too, from my bed? I became lost in an endless cycle of doubt that I could not escape from. So I slept there in his bed that night. The last night that I was to be in Whiterun, I slept in the bed of my lover, for the first time, without him there.
I awoke, and upon feeling the cold spot beside me, I teared up a little. I dare not say that I cried, for the tears never streaked down my face. But by the Nine, I teared. I did not care who heard it, but I raged through the room. I threw things, toppled the dresser and wardrobe, and threw the door off of its hinges as I left.
Not a soul was awake yet, and I respected their slumber, if they were one of the many that had slept through my rage below. Among the four or five who awoke, was the man that I had studied so diligently the night before. His green eyes captivated me, and time seemed to slow down for a moment or two. But when I blinked, the connection was severed, and all I wanted was to be at home.
I never knew it before, but love makes you do crazy things. I heard the saying, but after I had walked down towards my home for the last time, I realized it. And I felt ashamed, using my magick in such a way.
The sun told me that it was still very early, only some farmers would be awake to tend the soils. Most would sleep for another hour. So I met no one on my journey home.
Rounding the corner, I witnessed something that I had not seen before. There was a man crawling out of my window. He was completely naked, and wielded the cock that I knew so well.
Of course, running up to him made him flinch, but then he bit his lower lip before grabbing me forcefully.
"I am sorry..." he said over and over again.
I just moved my hands over his back, drunk on the familiar feeling that his smooth back and hairy front brought me. His beard was buried into my neck, nuzzling me relentlessly, as he murmured things that sounded like, 'can we go to bed?'
But my vision was blurry with tears as I shook my head. "The College Guards are coming for me in but two hours. I have not packed... I have been looking for you."
No words were exchanged, only passionate kisses. Though the sun rose, he still began to remove my clothing.
Clawing at my pants, he took them down low enough to kiss my dick, and lick my balls. I longed for this so much, and my moans of pleasure told this to Farkas.
I let him take control, knowing that he wanted and needed to. The window sill of my bedroom hit my head as he pushed me up against it. It hurt, but he had taken a liking to hurting me in the past few years. He always more than made up for it in the adventures that came afterwards.
He raised my legs above my head, exposing the part of me that he had denied himself for weeks. And he attacked it with his tongue. The stiffness of his tongue forced into me, while his soft and tender tongue licked, tickled and teased me. He flicked at my ass, impossibly fast, making me bite my lip in lust.
I forced my legs further up, hooking onto the window ledge with my toes. His huge hands spread my ass apart, exposing more of the parts that he and I both liked.
He stared with three fingers, that grossly devalued his own huge cock, and I winced at them. I was out of practice since he stopped being with me nightly. So it was going to take a little bit of extra attention to get my ass ready for the beast the he wanted to thrust inside of me.
I squirmed and wreathed as the fingers dove deep into my ass, wiggling around. My mouth hung open with pleasure in an unheard moan. That strange feeling deep inside of me resurfaced, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, yet I yearned for more.
His bearded face nudged my head to the side and kissed my neck. It was scruffy and stung a little in the cool morning, but I did not mind it in the least. His lips were warm and wet as they ran across my neck. He nibbled on it slightly in between a solid tongue wiping up my jugular. When he reached my shoulder, he bit down hard. Hard enough to make me think that he had gone feral again. It would bruise.
"Farkas..." I whispered, but I was flung around before I could finish the thought. His fingers slid out of me as I spun around, leaving my hole feeling warm and abused, but wanting more.
The assault continued on the back of my neck, the licking, sucking and nibbling... It made me want to turn around and jump on top of him, taking advantage of the hard on that I had. His hips grinding into my backside showed me that he had a hard on too, much harder than I thought it possible for him. Perhaps he had not relieved himself since he stopped doing so inside of me. The thought made me miss the warm feeling of his seed spilling into me, the violent thrusts and subdued moans of his climax.
My feet found the soft, damp grass of the morning ground and Farkas dropped to his knees. Two mighty hands spread my ass apart, fingers grabbing at the crevasse and pulling it apart, almost painfully. He was being quite rough, and I wasn't sure if I liked it yet or not. His warm tongue found the opening he had created and his tongue went right in where his fingers had paved way.
His tongue was hard, trying to enter in as deep as he could, then soft and tender as he licked and stimulated the outside of me. I found that my head was holding up my body, as my hands tried to pull me apart even further than Farkas was already trying to. With a sucking noise, and my ass pulsing forward with it, I let out a subdued moan of pleasure.
His tongue continued to lick up and down my ass with little regard for keeping me quiet. A finger, placed at the bottom of his tongue, began giving the pleasure that his tongue could not on a constant basis.
An eternity passed with his tongue and fingers inside of me, before he stood up and began kissing the back of my neck again. I felt the pressure of his cock pressing against my well watered ass, and it slipped in easily. Well, at least the head. Bu the head was all that was needed to make me slam my fist into the house in pain. A good pain though, one that he had given me before, and one that I knew would become much, much better with time.
More of him pushed into me effortlessly, with his lips and teeth attacking my neck. All I could do was push backwards against his dick, urging more of it into me. He bit the lobe of my ear and I heard him let out a soft moan. Altogether, it was more sexy and lustful than anything he had yet done to me. His bite grew stronger as his back lunged forward and simultaneously pulled my ear back. He was nearly all the way in, and I could tell that he might not last long inside of me, so I squeezed against his cock playfully.
It had the most opposite effect though. He forced his way inside of me at that moment, and my cum splattered on the wall in front of me. He viciously fucked me then, knowing that the pleasure I felt would outweigh the pain; and he was right. With one hand loading my chest and pulling my back towards his, he reached his other hand around and pumped strings of cum out of me. All the while, his thick cock kept hammering at that magical spot inside of me, urging more and more out of me.
When I was done, his slimy hand came off of my cock and slid down to cup my balls forcefully, pulling them outwards and stretching my ass out even more. The muscles of his chest tensed up then, and his arms seemed to grow around me. Though I had just cum, I thought that I might again with the sensation of his rock hard body against mine, using me in such a way that brought us both unfathomable pleasure.
He picked up speed, the slapping sound of his thighs against my tight ass were all that I could hear. My moaning, his... These were both outside of my senses, for I was in overload thanks to his thick meat.
When I tried to thrust back into him again, he pulled out more than usual and put a hand on his shaft, squeezing it. He still fucked me though, but it was only a tease of what I knew he really had. I became frustrated after awhile with this amount of his dick. I slammed back against him with all my might and dislodged his hand. The result was his entire cock forced inside of me. I clenched my jaw in pain when his lower torso bounced off of my ass. I quickly leased my jaw and a sound of ecstasy escaped.
"You like that?" He whispered in my ear.
With that, he fucked me like a rabbit. My ass could barely keep up with the sensations that he was filling me with. One thrust did him in though, one thrust made him hesitate, then be rougher with me than he had been in a long time. With one final pounding, his hands flew to my hips and grabbed them so hard they hurt.
But when is cum started filling me up, all of that went away. His dick twitched inside of me, spewing load after load. His cries of lust were unmistakable in the quiet morning. The cum seeped out as he still orgasmed, running down my leg quickly, so the space could be filled with more. Each thrust after the moment that the cum reached my knee, more cum was forced out of me in a wave.
Just when I wondered if he would ever stop. His cock popped out of me with one final stream across my back. The warmth of his seed brought a smile to my face, knowing that I had such an effect on him.
I reached for my clothes and attempted to dress quickly, but Farkas' stare was keeping my occupied.
"They shall not have you." He said sternly. "The College Guards. They shall not have you..."
I sighed deeply. "Farkas, this is my path now." I ran my fingers through his chest hair. "I need to go and learn what the College is able to teach me."
For a long time, these words were considered in his head. When he was done thinking, I was fully clothed and my anus was beginning to tingle as it dealt with not being assaulted anymore.
"Then I will take you." I was a little confused.
"They will worry when I am not here to be received..."
"Then leave word with the Jarl, your sister. I don't care, truthfully." He let out a breath. "It would be better that I take you myself, rather than worrying for weeks while you travel there, then I wait for a note to arrive here. The journey should not take more than a few days." He smiled as best he could.
"I don't know what to say..." I was more than a little taken back by his request. Though it did feel more like a demand. So. I decided to test the waters. "I don't know if this is..."
"It's not for discussion." He said bluntly. "Now I have to go before people start noticing a naked Companion in the streets."
"Not everyone would be concerned." I smiled at him.
He smiled back, put a large hand behind my head and kissed me deeply.
"Be ready in half an hour." With that, he ran off, turning almost into the wind itself.
"Half an hour?" And I ran towards Dragonsreach.
By the time that Farkas had come to get me, I was packed and ready. I was not sure where my sister was at this early hour, but I also don't care. She would be the only one that she had to care about now.
By the time that a shadow appeared in my bedroom door, I was drawing the strings on a rucksack that I had bought when I heard that I would be accepted to the College.
"Are you ready?" Farkas said to me from the shadows of the house.
The light that filtered into my room made me wonder if this was not some I'll omen. Was going with him the way to the shadows? If I stayed here and went with the College Guards, would I be be able to stay in the light of the Nine? There was no way to tell as I walked out of my house for the last time, hand in hand with Farkas until we reached the threshold.
The morning had become bitter and cold. There was no snow falling, but the clouds above told me that they would soon let go of the frozen droplets. There were few people out in the streets, only the one s that I had expected at this hour. They did not see, to notice me as I grabbed a fur cloak from just inside the house and wrapped it around myself.
Farkas was wearing his normal garb, massive arms exposed and a massive sword strapped to his back. His entire presence diminished me, but made me feel like nothing it he world could harm me.
It was a short trip to the gates, and the guards opened it for us without asking any questions. Leaving the city wouldn't be a problem, why would it?
As with the last time that I left the gates, the wind picked up without the high walls of Whiterun to protect us. So we went on, with nothing but the boots on our feet, and the packs on our backs. It was an interesting feeling, going out into the wilderness; farther than I had ever been. And with this man, who I was confident in... I felt like the luckiest person in the world.
It was at least an hour down the lonely road to Winterhold before we stopped. We were North of Whiterun, just shy of The Pale. That wooded place of the far North that many travellers avoided due to the lack of towns. Most people chose to congregate in Dawnstar, it's capitol. But the road we were on was a main one that would take us past Dawnstar and Windhelm. There would be nothing before we reached our final destination but wolves, bears, and caves. But these things did not bother me with the mighty Farkas at my side.
When Farkas had collected a few sticks for a fire and removed his flint, I kissed him gently on his cheek and made fire leap forth from the sticks.
"You've forgotten that I can wield magick?" I smiled.
His face did not show a reciprocating reaction. Instead, a stern voice said: "I didn't ask for that."
I was a bit taken aback by the statement. Our aw had been without any sort of conversation other than a brief discussion on if I had ever taken the road before. Of course, my answer was a resounding no, which brought an end to it. I felt as though he was angry with me, but my mind quarrelled with itself since Farkas was bothering to spend about a week with me in order to escort me to the College himself. He had to be worried about my well being. He couldn't be mad at me... Could he?
We had stopped just before the forests of The Pale. Out in the open, he shot a rabbit from our camp, and I levitated it towards us. Farkas was able to make a hearty stew out of the animal, scrawny as it was. He had brought some of the vegetables that were common in Whiterun: potatoes, carrots, turnip, and the odd head of lettuce. They made for a delicious broth that warmed me to the bone.
While eating, Farkas sat on a fallen log, and I placed my arm across his legs, leaning on him. He did not protest, but he also did not show affection back until I was finished. Then, a strong arm wrapped around me, warming me while he ate.
It was high noon before Farkas had given the campsite his official nod of approval. He covered it as if someone was following us, though there would be no reason for someone to be doing so. Neither of us had money or anything of value. Maybe Farkas' sword, but it held more sentimental value than monetary.
So we walked on. I had never really been to The Pale, only occasionally passing through it on an adventure that lead to nowhere. But I did so enjoy traversing the land. It was a snowy and beautiful wonderland of nature. So distant from the city and the complexity that it held. Here, the silence was almost deafening as our feet crunched through the snow. More than once, I heard something and turned my head to see what it was, only to see that the noise had come from more than a kilometre away. A deer, or a tree branch falling... It was all very surreal, very otherworldly to me.
Farkas seemed to not be effected by the reality of the world around us. He was somehow able to concentrate on the road ahead, and nothing else.
We passed many a cave and mine that day, but did not stop. A few had obvious signs of goblin habitation, but others seemed empty. But still. We passed them. Even in the distance, we saw a few fires, signalling camps. But Farkas lead us around them, avoiding them as best we could.
But when the night began to fall, we made our way off of the main road, deep into the woods. There, Farkas pulled a great mass of fabric from his pack, and fashioned it into a tent. There were no poles like some of the more modern tents. Instead, he hung a rope between a few trees and hung the fabric from them. The tent became enclosed, with three pieces that created it. It was warm when I put my own pack inside.
But before I knew it, there were two rabbits on the fire that Farkas had created himself. His distance from me began weighing heavily. I resisted the immediate urge to cast a charming spell on him to get him talking.
"We must have covered a lot of distance today." I tried to say as casually as possible.
Farkas smiled at me, then looked to the ground as if ashamed. "We have." was all he said for a long time.
After a time, I stood up and walked over to him. Standing in front of him, I placed my hands on his face, then sunk between his knees. His hands found the back of my head and caressed it, showing much desired affection. My head lay in his lap, neither of us getting hard. Only enjoying the closeness.
An hour later when the stars were out, I awoke embraced in his arms. I instantly felt the cold in my legs and arms that were exposed to the elements. Struggling against the weight of his arms, I pulled out of his grip. He awoke, but only slightly, and I was able to guide him into the tent. We both fell asleep quickly, and awoke at the break of dawn.
That first morning, he made such love to me that I felt it the entire day. He just pounced on me. No foreplay, no teasing. He just stuck his cock inside of me and trusted until we both came torrents.
My desire for more of his cock made me only put on the fur cloak, tying it up tightly.
Outside, I set a fire by throwing a small fireball at the ashes of the fire from last night. This took some effort, as I had never really attempted to set an everlasting fire. I had always just lit some fuel source on fire, then left it to deal with itself.
But this... It was so different. I set the fire, then wandered into the woods in search of food, only to feel the fire go out behind me. Returning, I set the fire again, only to have the same process repeat itself.
It was then that I realized that I needed to somehow make my enchantments permanent; something that Farengar had not taught me how to do, or even brought up.
Luckily for me though, Farkas had had much better luck that I at finding some food. Once again, the were two rabbits. He had them slung over his shoulder, tied at the hind legs by a bit of twine. I smiled at him as he approached, but he didn't return the smile. How could I break him?
He set about cleaning the rabbits, and I assumed that I would not get any more sex this morning, so I went into the tent to change. The tent was small, so I needed to kneel in order to dress appropriately. It was still warm inside from our sleep and romp that morning, making me not really want to leave. In fact, I curled up in the furs for a few moments and breathed in Farkas' scent.
The sweat and the stench of cum filled my nostrils. Farkas' familiar smell was dominant though, and I pulled the furry blankets towards my face to breathe it in. Unknowingly, I fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke with Farkas' rough hand running over my cheek and up onto my forehead. I had been sweating in my sleep, apparently it was restless. A thin coat of sweat hung on my brow. Farkas said nothing, only stared at me. So I took the opportunity to reach up and kiss him.
At first, there was hesitation in his body. He tensed up and withdrew his hand. But slowly, his lips opened and accepted my tongue. They played together for a little and then I withdrew, looking into his eyes.
"I'm sorry I'm leaving you." I said. "I don't want to, but I have to. It's fate..."
He sighed deeply. "Our time together has been brief, almost too brief..." He sighed again, breathing onto me, cooling the sweat on my face. "But if it's what you need to do, then how can I stop you? It would be selfish." Then he smiled. "And it will be one of the most difficult things that I have ever done."
My heart melted a little. It sunk into my stomach and I kissed him deeply. He pulled back from me when a smile parted us.
"We need to get moving. We have all of tonight..."
And with that, we ate, and moved on.
The cold became more and more bitter and wet as we proceeded north into The Pale. The terrain became hilly and rocky the further north we went. Sparse trees separated by long expanses of short grass and moss, with exposed bedrock around. The wind swept by quickly, increasing the need for the furry cloak that I had resting on my shoulders. I shivered.
" If you cannot deal with the cold of the Pale, then how will you deal with the cold of Winterhold?" Farkas said with a laugh. "Perhaps it would be best if we turned back?"
I conjured a flame cloak around me, providing me with warmth and protection. At one point, Farkas stepped too close, and was slightly burned by the heat. This made me smile a bit.
The day dragged on, slowly and monotonously. The sun traced its way across the sky as the cold wind whipped at my face. I saw little of the scenery since I kept my head firmly nestled in the hood of my cloak.
Very little was said between us as the scenery passed by. And there was nothing really to say. The odd comment about the trees or the cold broke the silence, but only for a minute or two. These quick conversations most often ended with a chuckle, then an hour or so of silence. It became strange after awhile, but I began to realize how little Farkas and I had in common. Save for mutual lust for each other.
I became upset, unwilling to bring this up to Farkas, to ask him about me. I just played over the situation in my head, of course, coming up with the worst possible scenario.
"Farkas..." I said finally.
"Shh!" He snapped at me. I was a little taken aback by this, until I heard something off in the distance. It sounded like horses galloping. And they were galloping towards us.
"It's just horses." I said to him quietly, as if the unseen riders would be able to hear us.
"No... It's not just riders. Don't you smell that?"
I smelled the air and it was strange, but I did not recognise the smell. Whether it was an unpleasant smell, I could only guess at.
"I don't smell it..."
"Death..." Was all the Farkas said before drawing his sword.
The sound became faster, louder, as they riders approached us. From just over the next hill, five dark shapes came. They closed in fast, and the twilight followed them. It was a strange sight to see, and I knew that we did not want to be in their path when they arrived.
I turned to flee with Farkas, but he stood his ground.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled at him, "We need to run! Who knows what they are!"
"I do. I have encountered their kind before. Necromancers from the north, near Dawnstar. It is said that they once were normal mages, until the College in Winterhold fell... Then they went underground. They are powerful, harnessing the power of Liches and the like to perform their dark rituals."
"I have never dealt with dark magick..." I said wearily. "What do I do?"
He whispered my task to me, and ran off into the woods. I knew that I would not like how this ended.
So I took my position, right in their path. I readied a protection spell, stone flesh, in one hand, and the strongest lightning spell I could think of in my other. Then I concealed my glowing hands in my cloak and began hobbling towards the riders.
As their hooves shook the ground and made the sky dark, I clenched my jaw in anticipation. This was a dangerous game that Farkas and I were playing, and I hoped that he would make it to me in time. But I wanted to trust him, and I needed to.
As the riders approached, one of the, gave a signal to the others. He pointed at me and the other riders sped up. The riders encircled me, their black stallions huffing clouds of mist into the chilled air. I was frightened beyond words, and while I was instructed to say nothing unless spoken to, I obeyed the rule without conscious decision.
Their white faces peeked out from beneath their black hoods. A strange symbol adorned their breast, like a raven, blacker than their black robes seated on a moon. It was difficult to see, but also seemed to shine in the twilight as if it wanted to be seen.
Two of them separated, and a jet black stallion walked forward with eyes as red as blood on the snow. The horse seemed angry, it looked like if there was not a rider in it, it would become feral. Its harness was also black, but seemed to be made of spikes and spare bits of metal that were fused together sinisterly.
"Why, what do we have here? A willing victim? Or foolish traveller...?" The man on the red eyed horse hissed at me, almost inhumanly.
"I am but a traveller sir, from Morrowind. I seek refuge in Dawnstar for my leg which was attacked by a wild wolf." I lied.
The man studied me for a while, then smiled. "I smell no blood from you. Kill him."
And a jet of lightning hit the shield that I threw up in front of me. My eyes widened and the adrenaline pumped through me. My ward was soon shattered by the onslaught of spells and hexes, but my stone skin enchantment forced away much of the pain and damage. But I was in the middle of them all, and I knew that if Farkas did not arrive soon, I would be dead.
A flame cloak scared off the horses, making three of the riders dismount while their horses fled not too far away and watched.
My hand clenched as the energy changed into a purple orb. Throwing it not too far away, the orb crashed onto the ground, opening a purple, smoking gateway from which a mighty flame antronach materialised. It's colours were shades of purple, but they slowly faded to yellows, oranges, and reds. All at once, it's body burst into flames, throwing off the rest of the smoke, and it began launching fireballs at the Necromancers. It danced around them like an exotic dancer from Hammerfell, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
One of the Necromancers became engulfed in fire and ran off into the darkness screaming and flailing his arms. The others seemed undeterred by their companions hasty retreat. They attacked me still.
The one who I assumed was their leader, on the black stallion with the red eyes, waved a glowing hand and my flame antronach faded back into the purple void that spawned it.
Quickly, I summoned up another one, and switching spells, cast a binding spell which summoned an axe to my hand.
The antronach went chasing after another Necromancers, and I faced the leader. I threw a lightning bolt at him, which a wall of pure magical energy managed to block. But that spell was only for other spells, and I threw my axe at his head.
Spinning though the air, a look of surprise flooded the mans face before it turned into stone. The axe struck him, but bounced off effortlessly. The stone face turned fluid, and smiled at me, bits of stones dust falling from the cracks around his mouth. He stared at me with stone eyes like a statue might.
But the spell couldn't last forever, so I summoned up daggers and began throwing them at his stone skin. They bounced off and he let out a bellowing laugh, like one that echoed through a canyon. His armour spell was not wearing out at all, a feat I did not know how he accomplished. His will must have been very strong to hold that spell.
As for my spells... Well, when the flame antronach dissipated, the other Necromancers were free to join in on their leader's assault...
I wished that I knew the spells that they did. Jets of red shot towards me and I felt nauseous, and pain that came from nowhere but my mind; it was excruciating. Another jet of green light and I was flung into the air, my body paralysed, but still being able to feel everything.
I tried to scream, but it only came out when I hit the ground.
The man on the red eyed horse approached me with a smile visible, though the rest of his face wasn't. "You are powerful young Mage... No doubt you are on your way to the College of Winterhold no?" He laughed. "They will limit your power... They will train you in the magick that they see fit! They will not tell you what we know... The truth behind true power... Join us young one. You could be great." His head tilted and a bolt of that red, painful lightning hit me in the chest.
It hurt so much that it felt like my heart had stopped working. It felt like my rib cage was collapsing inwards, crushing my lungs, making it missile to breathe. Every moment was agony until the lightning stopped.
"So what say you youth?" I coughed blood from my mouth. "Do you want to death? Or to join those that command it?" A series of purple plumes of smoke rose out of the ground, producing the skeletons of long dead warriors. Magick held their bones together, and they held everything from long, powerful looking swords, to strange bows. Many of them seemed to smile at me, though impossible. "Well?"
A howl from nearby answered.