punkin_head
The Blooded Bosmer
this short story is about the Daedric Prince of the Hunt, Hircine. Thinking of having a short story for some of the other Daedra also.
Hircine’s Hunt
Hircine sat on his throne and gazed at his domain. The Hunting Grounds were beautiful and massive. Mostly woods and jungle, populated with every animal imaginable and some you could not imagine. It was daylight and the Nords were out hunting all kinds beasts. The Prince of the Hunt looked up at the sun hanging low in the sky. In about an hour the tables would turn.
One hour later
The sun began to set. As the last of the daylight faded from his plane of Oblivion, he stood. He pulled his bow off of the wall, strung it and placed it over his shoulder. It was a Daedric bow with inlays of solid gold, instead of red.The string was also made of gold.That guaranteed it would never fray or break, but it also gave it more power to kill the huge beasts that roamed his domain. He walked to his hunting table and stared at the amount of arrows arrayed before him. Every type imaginable was laid there. He picked up a quiver filled with arrows made with the bones of fallen dragons, he himself killed. As he approached the stairs that led down to the Hunting Grounds, he picked up his spear that was resting against the corner.
He examined it, making sure it was in pristine condition. It was made from the tusks of a massive mammoth. He then took the razor sharp teeth of a fallen dragon and bound them to the side of the spear near the tip. The tip itself was made from the horns of the mighty son of Akotosh himself: Alduin.
He had great fun watching the Dovahkiin battle the mighty dragon. He even went down to Sovengard himself and gathered the horns. He fastened the horns to the end of the spear, facing out to make a devilish looking Y.
As he descended the steps, he heard the howls of the werewolves in the distance. He smiled wondering which beast they were after. As he reached the end of the stairs a huge werewolf ran up to him. Much like a dog, he sat down beside the Daedric prince.
“Skjorn my friend, how have you been?” Hircine asked. Skjorn looked up at the prince and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Hircine laughed and said, “Either you have been good, or one of the massive elk have kicked you in the head one too many times.”
He began his trek through the woods. He approached a clearing and laid prone on the ground. As he approached the edge of the field he saw them: Two massive elk. After millennia of hunting boring, normal sized animals, he decided to make them all grow. Instead of an elk the size of a horse, these are about half a story tall. It proved quite a challenge for some of his quarry, like the mammoths and dragons.
He laid his spear down and pulled the bow off of his back. He pulled out a dragon’s arrow and nocked it on the golden string. He pulled it back to his right cheek and aimed right behind the elk’s right leg, right where its heart would lie. He breathed in deeply and on his exhale, he released the arrow.
Hircine’s Hunt
Hircine sat on his throne and gazed at his domain. The Hunting Grounds were beautiful and massive. Mostly woods and jungle, populated with every animal imaginable and some you could not imagine. It was daylight and the Nords were out hunting all kinds beasts. The Prince of the Hunt looked up at the sun hanging low in the sky. In about an hour the tables would turn.
One hour later
The sun began to set. As the last of the daylight faded from his plane of Oblivion, he stood. He pulled his bow off of the wall, strung it and placed it over his shoulder. It was a Daedric bow with inlays of solid gold, instead of red.The string was also made of gold.That guaranteed it would never fray or break, but it also gave it more power to kill the huge beasts that roamed his domain. He walked to his hunting table and stared at the amount of arrows arrayed before him. Every type imaginable was laid there. He picked up a quiver filled with arrows made with the bones of fallen dragons, he himself killed. As he approached the stairs that led down to the Hunting Grounds, he picked up his spear that was resting against the corner.
He examined it, making sure it was in pristine condition. It was made from the tusks of a massive mammoth. He then took the razor sharp teeth of a fallen dragon and bound them to the side of the spear near the tip. The tip itself was made from the horns of the mighty son of Akotosh himself: Alduin.
He had great fun watching the Dovahkiin battle the mighty dragon. He even went down to Sovengard himself and gathered the horns. He fastened the horns to the end of the spear, facing out to make a devilish looking Y.
As he descended the steps, he heard the howls of the werewolves in the distance. He smiled wondering which beast they were after. As he reached the end of the stairs a huge werewolf ran up to him. Much like a dog, he sat down beside the Daedric prince.
“Skjorn my friend, how have you been?” Hircine asked. Skjorn looked up at the prince and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Hircine laughed and said, “Either you have been good, or one of the massive elk have kicked you in the head one too many times.”
He began his trek through the woods. He approached a clearing and laid prone on the ground. As he approached the edge of the field he saw them: Two massive elk. After millennia of hunting boring, normal sized animals, he decided to make them all grow. Instead of an elk the size of a horse, these are about half a story tall. It proved quite a challenge for some of his quarry, like the mammoths and dragons.
He laid his spear down and pulled the bow off of his back. He pulled out a dragon’s arrow and nocked it on the golden string. He pulled it back to his right cheek and aimed right behind the elk’s right leg, right where its heart would lie. He breathed in deeply and on his exhale, he released the arrow.