Working with Wolves

[CHIM]

a Foronir fan fiction​

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Hey guys, CHIM here.​

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Working with Wolves is a Skyrim fan fiction following my character Foronir, as he "opens the curtain" to a new, thieving lifestyle in the land of Skyrim.​

All I hope is that you will enjoy the coming story and not be shy to post any suggestions or constructive criticism.​

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With many thanks for reading,​

CHIM​

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This story is pre-Dawnguard​

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table of contents​

Working with Wolves » Chapter 1: Tabula Rasa​

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[CHIM]

Chapter I: Tabula Rasa​

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[Fredas, 7th of Hearthfire]​

Waking up in the Whiterun Hold wasn't as bad as his humble hobbit-hole in Valenwood, Foronir found. The sun, today, anyway, was covered by the eternal cloud cover that graced Skyrim. It annoyed Foronir, since he couldn't feel the warmth of the sun like in Valenwood. At the least, it didn't really affect what he was doing for a living, everyday. At any rate, the days were repetitive, but not boring. He liked that a lot. It was a normal life for once, something he wasn't really accustomed to when he became a thief. Getting up way, way too early in the morning actually gave the Bosmer something to do whilst he enjoyed his clean slate, even though it was inevitable that he was going to have to steal something soon enough.

Goosebumps riddled his skin as he got up from his bed roll and stretched his arms to either side. He brushed his pants off and walked over towards the remnants of the fire he had started the night before. A bowl of cabbage soup had a few leaves inside of it, and the bread seemed to have been chewed on recently. He threw the bread into the wild for the animals of Skyrim to fight over, and Foronir poured the soup on the lukewarm coals. At an arm's reach, a few seconds of stroking his hunting bow, his slender fingers running over the intricate carvings, he remembered he arouse his companions, Odar and Silda, and make his way back to Riverwood. This was their last hunting trip together, he remembered, then he was going to make a pilgrimage to Riften. Joining the Thieves Guild seemed like a promising investment to Foronir, and maybe the Guild could also benefit from his skills.

Once Odar and Silda had woken from their "deep" slumber, they set off packing up their gear. It was a sad occasion, as Foronir may never see the two of them again. They were happy together, he could see. He also knew when he wasn't wanted, and it didn't seem he was even needed anymore, but that didn't hinder him. He knew his blank slate wouldn't last that long, and he wanted to make his return to thievery as subtle as possible, like a ghost, but not that luminous.

"So, Foronir, you ready?" A voice similar to Odar's pierced Foronir's fantasy.

In all the time he had been thinking about the future, in the present Odar and Silda had packed up the entire camp by themselves. The coals were covered by fresh dirt, the rocks scattered around not too far away, as to make sure other adventurers and hunters could have a fire quickly.

"Geez, sorry, guys. I was just thinking about something and I didn't mean to leave..."

"Ah, not to worry Foronir. We just wanted to let you rest for a while. You're the one who set up camp, got the game and stuff." Silda's voice worked for the first time since two days ago. They'd been communicating through a written network of notes.

Not wanting to let his emotions show, Foronir placed a note on the ground addressed for Odar and Silda. He turned and picked up a large bag and slung it over his back.

"What's this supposed to mean, Foronir?" Silda held up the note in front of Odar, who shrugged his shoulders.

"The note's written in Ehlnofex. If you ever have the time, try translate it." Foronir flashed a smile. "So, do you want to spend more time, or do you want to head to Riverwood?" He walked a few steps before turning and waiting patiently for the two to come and follow him. The two walked a few paces slower than Foronir, who pondered among each other about the note Foronir had left them. The note was almost written cryptically, as to hide some even further from the language it was written in. The two had to stop whispering among each other when Foronir held up his hand, fist clenched.

"Hush... Valtheim Towers is just ahead." Foronir tilted his head. "What do you say, want to have a peek?"

 

[meben15]

good start, I like your writing and Foronir's story seems to be interesting.