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Another Skyrim doodle that I cleaned up and colored, played around with some things. I'm not sure if I even wanna try to attempt a polished piece with this since I don't like this background.
Made a little short story for this that I'll post if I actually finish this piece off, but pffssh, who want's to read stuff, amIright?
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EDIT: Decided to post the flavor story here after all.
Galloping across the moonlit plains on all-fours, Hunts-in-Shadows relished the opportunity to run along the wilds of Skyrim in her werewolf form, taking in the breathtaking view of the numerous stars, two moons, and the wonderful view of aurora lights that danced along the skies. She paused for rest, sitting on a nearby boulder and surveying the surrounding terrain, her hot breath visible in the chilling air.
Tonight was quiet, with the closest creatures being a herd of deer in the distance, instead of the usual rowdy pack of wolves that lived nearby. Normally she would've taken relish in the hunt, but with home so near, she had other things on her mind- like eating a warm meal and sleeping in a comfortable bed, instead of the usual raw wild game and pile of leaves she'd been living on for the past several days.
Standing up and stretching, the werewolf took a glance at her current destination; a plantation house that rested on the hill further upwind, surrounded by farmland and livestock. The servants cottage was dimly lit, smoke rising out of the chimney, and a figure walked about, surveying the property as a good steward should.
The female started pacing towards him, sneaking silently up on the orc to playfully scare him- but thought better of it just before grabbing him.
“Ghorbash!” she called, and he turned in surprise, throwing a punch out and hitting her square in the jaw with enough force to toss her to the side.
“Mistress!” he yelled, “I told you to stop doing that!” he chided, helping the lycanthrope up with muttered apologies as she spat out a mouthful of dirt.
“A good hit.” she approved, nursing her jaw a moment, “I'll be sure keep that in mind next time I try to play a joke on you, ow. Yeesh, first time you've actually managed to hit me.”
“Next time, you can just ask for a brawl.”
“I do love a good fistfight. How's about tomorrow, before lunch?”
“If you insist, but I won't go easy on your just because you're my boss.” he chuckled.
“Good! In any case, I thank you for your service. It's good to know I can trust someone to keep an eye out on my family while I'm away.”
“Hrrm, speaking of which; the Master has been anxious for your return. You should probably head up- Marcurio has been...quiet the last few days, which is unusual for him. I will fill you in on the going's-on of the plantation in the morning. Paperwork before bed isn't exactly my favorite pastime.” he rumbled in distaste.
“Nor mine.” she smiled, “ G'night Ghorbash.”
“Good night, Hunter.”
Continuing her trek on all-fours, the khajiit admired the view of her home, seeing that the lights were out, except what was presumably the glow of the fireplace, based on the plume of smoke rising into the sky. She sniffed the air, looking around as her nose identified the scents of the individual livestock, the hay, even the winter-resistant flowers that grew around the property. A dragon had been around in the past day, based on that familiar sulfuric scent... she could even smell where her adopted children had been playing only a few hours before, and-
“Well, well, look what the horker dragged in.” an even-toned voice called quietly to the werewolf as she approached.
The man was leaning against one of the support beams of the building, torso partially obscured from the moonlight by the overhanging balcony, arms folded over his chest and one booted ankle draped over the other. She strolled closer, looking intently at him and noticing that he was dressed fully in his mage garb, indicating that he hadn't any plans of retiring for bed soon. The wedding ring on his hand almost seemed to glint with happiness in the moonlight, as the return of it's mate rested on the lycanthrope's paw, shining in unison as she walked up.
His half-lidded gaze and relieved smile didn't escape her notice either, as he seemed to increasingly relax the closer she got to him.
“The children have been missing you for the past few days.” he spoke softly, not wanting to wake said individuals. “They've been worried.”
“And you haven't?” she questioned playfully, tail swishing back-and-forth just from being close to the Imperial.
“Hardly so.” he scoffed as she stopped just short of his feet.
The werewolf stood slowly, noticing the wizard's breath catch a moment when she towered over him.
“I guess you were soooo unconcerned...” she drolled, fingering the orange fabric with a paw as she leaned over him, “...that you had to get dressed in your adventuring gear for no good reason, hm?”
“If you must know, little dragon, I haven't tied up my hair, so your hinted accusation falls short.”
“Oh my, the mighty Marcurio would never even consider an adventure without doing at least that much.”
“Not to mention, my fully-packed traveling bag is still in the house, by the door.”
“...and you haven't shaved for the last couple of days, I see.” she rumbled, running a paw gently through his long hair. “I was wrong. It looks like you didn't miss my company at all.”
“Not a bit.” he teased.
The Imperial couldn't help by smile when his wife leaned in, giving a lick to his forehead from her height before speaking softly again.
“We shouldn't tell the kids I'm home, not until morning. I don't want to wake them so late.”
“Good. I'd dare say I want you to myself until then.”
“I thought you didn't miss me?” she grinned slyly.
“I didn't- but our bed sure did.”
Made a little short story for this that I'll post if I actually finish this piece off, but pffssh, who want's to read stuff, amIright?
Skyrim © to Bethesda
Art © to me
aurion-magnusEDIT: Decided to post the flavor story here after all.
Galloping across the moonlit plains on all-fours, Hunts-in-Shadows relished the opportunity to run along the wilds of Skyrim in her werewolf form, taking in the breathtaking view of the numerous stars, two moons, and the wonderful view of aurora lights that danced along the skies. She paused for rest, sitting on a nearby boulder and surveying the surrounding terrain, her hot breath visible in the chilling air.
Tonight was quiet, with the closest creatures being a herd of deer in the distance, instead of the usual rowdy pack of wolves that lived nearby. Normally she would've taken relish in the hunt, but with home so near, she had other things on her mind- like eating a warm meal and sleeping in a comfortable bed, instead of the usual raw wild game and pile of leaves she'd been living on for the past several days.
Standing up and stretching, the werewolf took a glance at her current destination; a plantation house that rested on the hill further upwind, surrounded by farmland and livestock. The servants cottage was dimly lit, smoke rising out of the chimney, and a figure walked about, surveying the property as a good steward should.
The female started pacing towards him, sneaking silently up on the orc to playfully scare him- but thought better of it just before grabbing him.
“Ghorbash!” she called, and he turned in surprise, throwing a punch out and hitting her square in the jaw with enough force to toss her to the side.
“Mistress!” he yelled, “I told you to stop doing that!” he chided, helping the lycanthrope up with muttered apologies as she spat out a mouthful of dirt.
“A good hit.” she approved, nursing her jaw a moment, “I'll be sure keep that in mind next time I try to play a joke on you, ow. Yeesh, first time you've actually managed to hit me.”
“Next time, you can just ask for a brawl.”
“I do love a good fistfight. How's about tomorrow, before lunch?”
“If you insist, but I won't go easy on your just because you're my boss.” he chuckled.
“Good! In any case, I thank you for your service. It's good to know I can trust someone to keep an eye out on my family while I'm away.”
“Hrrm, speaking of which; the Master has been anxious for your return. You should probably head up- Marcurio has been...quiet the last few days, which is unusual for him. I will fill you in on the going's-on of the plantation in the morning. Paperwork before bed isn't exactly my favorite pastime.” he rumbled in distaste.
“Nor mine.” she smiled, “ G'night Ghorbash.”
“Good night, Hunter.”
Continuing her trek on all-fours, the khajiit admired the view of her home, seeing that the lights were out, except what was presumably the glow of the fireplace, based on the plume of smoke rising into the sky. She sniffed the air, looking around as her nose identified the scents of the individual livestock, the hay, even the winter-resistant flowers that grew around the property. A dragon had been around in the past day, based on that familiar sulfuric scent... she could even smell where her adopted children had been playing only a few hours before, and-
“Well, well, look what the horker dragged in.” an even-toned voice called quietly to the werewolf as she approached.
The man was leaning against one of the support beams of the building, torso partially obscured from the moonlight by the overhanging balcony, arms folded over his chest and one booted ankle draped over the other. She strolled closer, looking intently at him and noticing that he was dressed fully in his mage garb, indicating that he hadn't any plans of retiring for bed soon. The wedding ring on his hand almost seemed to glint with happiness in the moonlight, as the return of it's mate rested on the lycanthrope's paw, shining in unison as she walked up.
His half-lidded gaze and relieved smile didn't escape her notice either, as he seemed to increasingly relax the closer she got to him.
“The children have been missing you for the past few days.” he spoke softly, not wanting to wake said individuals. “They've been worried.”
“And you haven't?” she questioned playfully, tail swishing back-and-forth just from being close to the Imperial.
“Hardly so.” he scoffed as she stopped just short of his feet.
The werewolf stood slowly, noticing the wizard's breath catch a moment when she towered over him.
“I guess you were soooo unconcerned...” she drolled, fingering the orange fabric with a paw as she leaned over him, “...that you had to get dressed in your adventuring gear for no good reason, hm?”
“If you must know, little dragon, I haven't tied up my hair, so your hinted accusation falls short.”
“Oh my, the mighty Marcurio would never even consider an adventure without doing at least that much.”
“Not to mention, my fully-packed traveling bag is still in the house, by the door.”
“...and you haven't shaved for the last couple of days, I see.” she rumbled, running a paw gently through his long hair. “I was wrong. It looks like you didn't miss my company at all.”
“Not a bit.” he teased.
The Imperial couldn't help by smile when his wife leaned in, giving a lick to his forehead from her height before speaking softly again.
“We shouldn't tell the kids I'm home, not until morning. I don't want to wake them so late.”
“Good. I'd dare say I want you to myself until then.”
“I thought you didn't miss me?” she grinned slyly.
“I didn't- but our bed sure did.”
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Oh my, thank you for such a lovely comment!
Well, long story short, she was found living in the wilds by a familial tribe of Argonians after being abandoned by her birth family (who didnt take well to her accidentally becoming a werewolf). She couldn't remember her original name after all the years, so the Argonians gave her a new one and essentially adopted her into the tribe.
Well, long story short, she was found living in the wilds by a familial tribe of Argonians after being abandoned by her birth family (who didnt take well to her accidentally becoming a werewolf). She couldn't remember her original name after all the years, so the Argonians gave her a new one and essentially adopted her into the tribe.
My goodness. Turned into a werewolf as a child with an interesting backstory of being raised by Argonians. I do hope you expand on this. It would make for an enjoyable story to read. Hunts-in-Shadows seems to be fully acclimated to her lycanthropy. And the fact that she has a partner who is fully accepting of her wolfiness is unique in Elder Scrolls lore.
Ohh yes, I plan on expanding plenty more! The drawing and writing have so much more fun than I anticipated <3 Im not sure yet how Id want to focus a full story, so Ive been writing a bunch of out-of-order pieces.
I was originally hesitant to even go with ‘turned werewolf as child’, because I didnt even know how viable that was to character developement, buuuuut... Id figured, throughout the years, her lycanthropy is ironically the thing that kept her alive, since living in the wilderness and hunting/foraging was far easier with lanky werewolf form than a child/teenagers frame. She got used to it and embraced it fairly easily because of that, and learned to temper her bloodlust into hunting (and occassionally getting into all manner of fistfights as a ‘civilized’ adult).
And, with having a partner who accecpts it, well...lets just say that had a very serious discussion about it, heh. Its one of the things Im really eager to write about; their discussions and considerations on the whole ‘Werewolf and how it affects us going forward’ topic.
I was originally hesitant to even go with ‘turned werewolf as child’, because I didnt even know how viable that was to character developement, buuuuut... Id figured, throughout the years, her lycanthropy is ironically the thing that kept her alive, since living in the wilderness and hunting/foraging was far easier with lanky werewolf form than a child/teenagers frame. She got used to it and embraced it fairly easily because of that, and learned to temper her bloodlust into hunting (and occassionally getting into all manner of fistfights as a ‘civilized’ adult).
And, with having a partner who accecpts it, well...lets just say that had a very serious discussion about it, heh. Its one of the things Im really eager to write about; their discussions and considerations on the whole ‘Werewolf and how it affects us going forward’ topic.
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