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Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: Ch1Four days had past since Ryvren became a new member of the Companions and was dressed in new leather armor with his sword at his hip and black warpaint that started in the middle of his forehead, went down to his eyes to his jaw line, then with a small, fine line that was going down from the corners of his mouth. He met Torvar and Athis for the first time- who just got back from a job in Solitude- he was taken aback to see another Dunmer and so was the redheaded dark elf. "So you're the new member I was told about," the Companion said as he approached the newcomer. "I never would've guessed that you would be a Dunmer."
Ryvren smirked. "I thought I was the only one here. Glad to see that I'm not. The name's Ryvren." He didn't have the thick Dunmer accent, instead it was smoother and his voice was not as deep.
"Athis," a woman's voice said as she walked up to him with a smile and hugged him. "I'm glad you're back."
The redheaded elf held her tight. "So am I."
The newcomer just stood ther
Skyrim: The Wayward Dunmer: PrologueThe breeze was blowing icy cold air as a water-drentched Dunmer crawled on to the shore by Windhelm, and laid on the shore as his body was shivering by the ice-cold water and the breeze with his boots being lapped by the cold water. He just survived a shipwreck that was headed for Skyrim from Morrowind and all he had was a dark-green tunic that was torn and thin. Ryvren forced himself to his feet, knowing that he would freeze out in the harsh winter, but fell back to the ground in weakness as his muscles were screaming in rebellion.
How could I die here after that wreck? He thought tiredly as his weak crimson eyes were trying to stay open as his shoulder-length black hair was blowing and his body was beginning to freeze. He tried to push himself off the ground, but the coldness of the water and wind bested him. "I accept my fate," he whispered as his eyes could no longer stay open and each limb in his body was too weak to move. His crimson eyes closed as the lapping of the
4 Crazy Demons: The beginning: ch 3Days slowly went by as Demise was thinking about the necklace that was "worth more that her own soul". The demon corpse was laying on her bed, with her red irises of her eyes looking up at the rocky ceiling with the golden medallion gnawing at her brain. She could keep the necklace and just let Venom win the match. What could Vax do? Well, murder isn't exactly illegal in Hell. Depends the situation. She is a thief and did steal the medallion. That's a good enough reason right there.
The fate of a thief.
I can't betray my friend, she thought. But that necklace is worth a lot, but Venom- She then growled in annoyance. "Fine." She climbed off her bed, threw her nightstand drawer open, pulled out the golden necklace and wallet, then shoved them into her pocket of her torn, black coat. She closed the drawer, then opened the bottom drawer, took out two knife scabbards, hooked them to her belt, then took out two large knives and sheathed them. The blonde corpse then walke
4CD: The Beginning- Ch 2The next day, the quartet was walking down to the arena where Venom would be fighting in a few months' time as Demise was just looking around the large rock platform that was surrounded by a large cage with stadium seats going all around the perimeter. She only been here when it was crowded, but was here for illegal betting. The four of them headed to a long, dark hall that let to the sounds of demons training, then opened to a large training room where each demon had their own station.
Demise looked around in awe, watching each demon train with all sorts of weapons and techniques, making her smile in admiration.
Venom took the lead and headed to her own training station with a couple of training dummies around. The vampire summoned her scythe that appeared in her hands gloved hands.
"Venom," Deceit began, "The fight won't happen for a couple of months. You don't want to over work yourself."
The vampire looked at the sucubus. "Deceit, I have to train somehow. I lost last t
Creeypasta: The Argument?The night was young as Jeff the Killer, Ben, Eyeless Jack, and Roxxy were walking down a quiet street, well, it wasn't so quiet with Roxxy and Jeff arguing, making Ben and Jack annoyed at their bickering.
"You are so selfish and hardheaded!" Roxxy yelled. "You never think of anyone, but yourself!"
"Aw, cry me a river, machine head," he said sarcastically. "Too bad you didn't have your tongue shot out instead of your leg!"
Ben sighed as he narrowed his black and red eyes in annoyance. "Will they ever shut up?"
"You're going to have to kill them first," Jack muttered.
"Why not I have you stabbed in the gut?" Roxxy barked.
"Please, I could kill you right where you stand," Jeff retorted.
The ten-year-old boy groaned as they stopped walking and faced the arguing teenagers. "Will you please stop fighting?" He cried.
Roxxy and Jeff ignored him, involved in their conversation how brutally they could kill one another making it look like an accident.
Jack chuckled beside him. "Just enjoy the mom
4CD: The Beginning- Ch 1Six months had past since the four demons had met each other. Demise was sitting on a bench on the balcony of a home that her and her two friends purchased with view of the lava rivers and the black and red sky in the realm of Hell, while sharpening her twin knives; new friends she found while doing her thieving rounds. She wasn't used to having real friends at her side once more. Since she was on her own- almost like every other demon- she didn't have a place to stay and normally ended up staying at random places and now felt more safe with her knives at her side. It may be Hell, but it wasn't all that bad as people would think. Some demons actually care and it wasn't all about pain and torment at times. Well, depends where you go.
The blonde she-demon sighed to herself as her red eyes gazed off into the distance as the sound of her second knife being sharpen echoed in her head, thinking back on the life she used to have while there was breath in her lungs.
"You alright?" A concerned
4 Crazy Demons: The beginning- PrologueThe corridors were dark with torches as the only source of light on the walls. The air was cold in this part as three she-demons were walking down the halls with a dark-blue dog-like creature beside them wearing a spiked collar. The first demon, had black and purple hair down to her back, green eyes. She wore a short black skirt, combat boots, a purple shirt with a black corset, and black, fingerless, fish-net gloves that when past her elbows, and a black chocker. Her name was Venom. A vampire demon, who had a temper, but knew how to control it. The other one was Deceit, a Sucubus who wore a dark-blue shirt with sleeves down her shoulders and a corset, shorts, combat boots, and had had fingerless gloves. Her left eye was white as the other was purple. Her black hair was past her shoulders with purple tips and the owner of Blade, the dog.
"I can't believe we've been just strolling around for an hour now," Venom whined as she placed her hands behind her head.
"Do you have another idea?"
Worth Fighting For: epilogueAfter restoring Eogan to its almost former state, Arcane and Ryvren finally wedded with Arcane now Earl of the city with her husband as the general. It was their first night together as husband and wife as Arcane was laying on top of her husband with the covers draped over her bare shoulders, kissing his bare chest, then her eyes met the brand mark of a 'T' with a circle around it, over the elf's heart. She sadly placed her two fingers over it as he stroked her hair lovingly. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me," she muttered.
Ryvren took a deep breath. "Just afraid of what you would think of me."
The young wife looked at him in his green eyes. She could see the pain and shame that he was trying to conceal from her. "Your past would never change the way I feel about you."
"It's not that, it's-" he took a heavy sigh. "It's just, what kind of an elf does not know magic? I can't live my life with that weight on my shoulders."
Arcane narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she looked at h
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