Or maybe they won't fuck it up

Maybe not fuck it up, but this is a slooooow burrrrrn.

I'd say they're dancing better out here with them words more then they were inside if ya catch meh drift~.

Lol, for real, you're right tho.

no no NO FUCKING UP! lol

I'll try to not let them, I'll try.

I don't want this to mess up!!!! I'm in love with these two!!!!!!

Awww, I'm so glad you like them!

I freakin love them ;-; Skyrim is one of my favorite games!!!

Nuuuu, don't fuck up a good thing between them! LEt them get married and have little bear/dragon babies, lol. (Yes I know he's Nord and she's Khajiit, just playing off their nicknames for each other)

Lol. Ulfric holding a cute little Khajiit babe IS an adorable idea...

Yaaaaasssss~ And I shall be that Khajiit babe, imeanwut?

dat blush in the last panel tho.

Thanks, weedurr. I got dumped yesterday and this is exactly what I needed to brighten my day up.

OMG I'm so sorry!

She looks gorgeous all done up like that :o Love her hair <3

Thank you so much! I'm glad you like her!

This is a comic I look forward to seeing every day ^_^

I am curious, have you done a page of her finding the books of the lusty argonian maid yet? A reaction of that could be hilarious :D

If Wielder doesn't do this, I am.

"But Ulfric... I'm a Stormcloak and the Dragonborn besides. If I was a man, you'd have invited me to hobnob with the others so they know and understand just who they have on their side. Fill your allies with confidence and your courtships with temptation."

"Maybe. But you would not be the same person. Your life would have taken different paths. Perhaps not a path that led here to the top of the world."

"Ulfric, do you know what this tattoo means?"

"Iona... You made it clear that the nature of that brand was personal. And I do not wish-"

"It's Altmeri. It signifies two things. That I am a slave and the name of my owner. The upper tract and the lower tract respectively."

"Iona..."

"It's why I talk so differently. Why I lack most of the Elseweyran accent and cut of the jib. I spent half of my young adult life as the slave of an Aldmeri Lord Inquisitor. He stole my virtue, he stole my dignity and he stole my body. But he did not steal my will. Regardless... this was my life for years. Serving him and his guests in public and serving his appetites in private. Then one night, he went too far. He normally allowed me to keep some personal effects, like a scepter my parents gave me when I turned fifteen. But he... did things with it. And that was too much. I killed him with my bare hands and hid the body in the kitchen's largest cauldron. I cleaned myself, then fled. I lived off the land for months and learned out of all the territories in Tamriel, Skyrim had the least amount of Aldmeri who would want vengeance on me. I made it to the border, but they recognized me and imprisoned me, ready to execute me right alongside you..."

"I remember that day. I Almost half a year ago now... You never showed fear even as you were marched to your death. You kept your head up, staring down the High Elf presence..."

"It's funny... I've often wondered if I really did die that day and that everything I've experienced since then has just been my dying thoughts as my head settles into the basket, ready to be staked outside Helgen."

"I'm not a hallucination or dream of yours, Iona. I can promise you that."

"Regardless... I'm one damaged woman, Ulfric. And I think you recognize that..."

"Iona, I appreciate experience. And it doesn't matter to me if I will not be your first."

"You misunderstand me, my Jarl. I know better than to tell you to stay away... heh... we both know you're a man who will pursue what he desires with a hunter's cunning but a man's compassion to temper it. What I mean to say is... if you do choose to pursue me... I want you to want me for who I am. Not because you feel sorry for me."

As always, I love this!

They're so adorable!!

Awww thanks!

Oh for pity sake! Just declare your undying love for him and be done with it!

Oooooooo no, this be a slow burn, mah friend. And they're both born strategists. Neither's willing to show his or her hand just yet.

I wonder when THAT question will be asked: "What is that important thing you wanted to talk to me about?"
Besides that, their playful conversation is pretty fun.

It's not so much a thing he wants to talk about to be honest. It's more about just wanting to be with her but in a way that doesn't seem so obvious.

I kinda figured, though I wonder if she has already.

You've done great work on the expressiveness of the faces, I immediately get the feeling of eah character only to be confirmed by dialogue!

Awww thanks so much!

I'll never get tired of Iona faces. That last one is so cuuute! *dies*

She is quite emotive, but I blame that on having to learn more about expressions thanks to drawing Ulfric so much. You have to be careful with expressions with humans as you can't count on muzzle length to aid them. Thank you so much!

Nae worries :) Another thing with anthros is that so much emotion is conveyed through the ears. Perky, flat, one up one down etc.
You've done a great job drawing Ulfric. I've seen a lot of furry artists who have really struggled to draw hooman faces. You are not one of them.
I guess a lot of it is down to practice. I don't draw myself but i am a complete art whore, so i've seen far too much art for my own good lol

"Oh just fuck already!" Said the drunk Breton throwing up in the bushes.

Please tell me the drunk Breton is you. I will have to include a cameo. Do you want to punch Galmar? Steal his bear hood for some much needed comedy?

Well I don't usually play Bretons, but I do want to steal that hood. It needs a proper burial.

Okay, are we gonna do this like the Sonichu Medallion's burial? Because that would be great.

I was thinking more along the lines of the thievery occurs in the background, couple pages later we see Drunk Breton burying it somberly. Maybe in between we see Galmar trying to get it back via Errol Flynn style swashbuckling, falls off something.

When they leave the party Ulfric asks what happened to his hat. He doesn't want to talk about it.

You know, funny background event.

Lol, I like it. Poor Galmar. No one fucking likes him.

Well he does kinda try to kill you... But mostly I blame the hat.

awww I love how their relationship is developing! cute