(PART 3 OF 4 OF 6: RUSHING INTO ROYALTY: THE LEYAWIIN ENCOUNTER)
“You make it seem like I strive to keep things from you, Leilani.” The loving tone Tymvir usually held escaped him, and since he wasn’t referring to her as Lei; it was obvious there was tension between the two.
Leilani was standing up, arms crossed, walking back and forth.
Tymvir was seated, and after his last statement he slouched his naked body in his chair. He sighed, shaking his head at nobody in particular while staring at the wall. His silver eyes were gleaming in the soft orange glow accented from a few candles in their room at the Five Claws Lodge. He had his hands gripped tight around the arms of the wooden chair he was sitting in. Normally, his eyes would be wandering over Leilani’s perfect form if it were any ordinary day she walked about naked like that. But he just couldn’t. Tymvir was too frustrated with Leilani’s harsh accusations against him. He spoke up, looking directly at her as she ignored him while moving about. “Do you really think I don’t love you? Leilani I adore you. I didn’t tell you everything because damnit! A man has a right to keep things to himself! It has nothing to do with the person I am now, in this life, and I told you that in the first place!” He stood up, his voice rising a bit as the muscles on his body tightened from the tension. His formed fists with his hands. “This is unfair! I know you have been hurt, but we’re mates now. I have known you my whole life, and while I have known you, you have known me. All of a sudden, you accuse me for being a completely different person than the man you loved days ago just because of a few bad things I did one lifetime ago. ALL OF A SUDDEN you treat me like I am NOT your husband!” His voice was louder towards the end.
Leilani turned fast as she moved closer towards an opposite wall standing in front of a empty armoire in the room. She glared at him, lime green eyes burning bright into his own, but he showed no intimidation by the powerful “wolfess.” She gripped her hands tight like him, all of the tension resting in her shoulders as she took a deep breath and held onto it tight before speaking. It seemed like when Leilani got angry she never breathed, but however, it was just done so slowly. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON’T TREAT YOU LIKE MY HUSBAND TYMVIR?! I have been loyal to you from the start, I have never lied to you, and guess what? YEAH! I have been hurt. And you know what? I have been hurt twice! Twice by two fluffing men in the Ula who I thought would take me as their mate! This isn’t a damn game, Tymvir, it’s a lifetime commitment and I don’t think you get it!”
Tymvir growled, literally, gritting his teeth as he came close to Leilani. He looked down to the little woman who stood next against his physically superior frame as though she had equal power. Which she did, but from a side point of view it was an interesting sight to see. She looked up to him, not once faltering her stare down, and the two alphas began to feel a bit of competition for dominance between them. This all happened in the moment Leilani was still finishing her sentences, and when she got to the last sentence she spoke, Tymvir had completely interrupted her by getting close like this and yelling over her. “YOU DON’T THINK I GET IT? I have lived way longer than you little wolf queen! I have seen things you have never seen, and my maturity of spirit surpasses your own far greater than you think! I have double the age and experience you will ever have. I have been in love before, I have been committed before, but not like this. I may not have been royalty until now, Leilani, but it doesn’t mean I don’t know what it takes to keep a fire burning. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you, that I don’t want to be with you through the good and the bad…” Then he picked her up where she was standing and kissed her passionately as her small feet dangled in mid-air. Leilani instantly swooned, and she felt the life go out of her body and connect with Tymvir’s kiss. The heart inside of her chest beated fast, and she swore she could hear his beating at the same speed and pattern as her own. She began to imagine them both with a literal flame wrapped around their hearts, and during the moment of this passionate and magnificent kiss; Leilani assumed the fire would grow surrounding them both in a full blazed heart fire. “...It doesn’t mean that you aren’t everything to me, Leilani, because you are. You always will be. And I meant that the first moment I said those three words and fought for your heart.”
Tymvir set the Queen of the Ula back down on her tan little feet; she looked up to him as she saw vulnerability in his sparkling tear covered silver eyes. Instantly her own eyes ignited tears, and she felt the imaginary heat from her previous assumption of the flame of their love between them grow stronger. She couldn’t help herself but pull close to him, both their arms wrapping around each other as they dropped tears and embraced. The moment lasted a while, then she pulled back looking into his eyes once more and said, “Yet again another thing you never told me. I thought I was your only mate, and how can we be, if you already have a mate from your past life? You told me about the girl you fell in love with while smuggling, but never once that you were married.”
Tymvir sighed; moving back to the chair and hanging his head low with his back arched over resting near his knees. Leilani was still in the same place, and while she said what she said in a softer voice, the kiss didn’t falter her anger and confusion presently. Tymvir’s hands rushed through his long black locks, gripping tight as he groaned about the thing she had just expressed. He looked up to her red faced from the blood rushing forth while he was bent over. He replied as softly as she did. “Leilani so many things happen in a single lifetime that surpass the entireity of what could happen in a single year of a single lifetime. Lifetimes are a person’s whole life summed up from beginning to end. You know this, so why do you expect me to have to tell you everything up front? I can’t just go back in my past, in another lifetime, and relive it the way I can remember the current life I live. IT WAS A WHOLE LIFE AGO LEILANI!” His voice rose to emphasize the last sentence while waving his hands up and down wildly.
Leilani crossed her arms tighter against her chest and rolled her eyes. She got what he was saying, but her stubbornness didn’t like the fact that she was wrong in this moment. She was angry about the fact that her husband, the King of the Ula, the pack that she and him are supposed to protect and share and progress further in power with their very lives seemed absolutely meaningless to him. It felt meaningless, in her perspective, due to the fact of the letter that Peer-M had sent her back at the Imperial Gardens. He read it, and she watched him through the eyes of her wolf spirit just crumble it up like it never existed hoping she hadn’t seen it. And he knew he was never going to be able to hide it from her had she not read it anyways because of her Empathetic abilities. Leilani thought about all of the things expressed, and she growled from anger building up at the reasoned out thoughts justifying her point of view while her eyes focused on Tymvir the entire time.
Leilani wanted to change into her beast form so badly, and so as she resisted the urge having full control over when she did it or not, she gripped her hands into fists tight once more. “OH HELL WITH IT!” She yelled, turning her back from him spontaneously after thinking about holding back, and her arms flying up in the air. The little wolf Queen began to twist and turn in awkward directions, her body covered in a shroud of darkness as she cancelled out the darkness by roaring in her beast form. Tymvir’s eyes widened, worried for they were in public, and he gripped the chair tight while watching Leilani now big and strong as a white werewolf turn around. Leilani’s white fur began to suddenly ignite in lime green plasma-like energy flames. The reason it was plasma like, is because, when energy was brought forth from the astral plane it looked like a cross between floating jello, water, and plasma because of the thick consistency.
Leilani leaped forward, she grabbed a quick hold of Tymvir with her golden talons, and she swung him to the ground under her as she growled in his face. Her ears were back, trying desperately not to pierce his human flesh with her sharp claws; Leilani’s bright pearly white jaws dripped drool onto his brow that slid slowly off to the side as that eye it affected had closed. He looked terrified having not been in his own form as he sat under the large Wolf Queen in her purest state. Her jaws, mostly, was what did it. They looked like a set of Great White Shark teeth, and were protruding from her muzzle because of how large they were when bared out for show. She boomed into his mind, “You treat me like I am a child when I am not. I don’t care how damn old your wolf spirit is, Tymvir, I care about who you are in this life with me. If you are not telling me something, I will eventually find out, and what drives me nuts is that you deliberately wait for me to find out when you could be honest with me to begin with. I don’t give a flying fluff that you were once previously married so long as it has nothing to do with us, and that I won’t lose you, but I do fluffing care that when I went to the damn wash room back at the Imperial Gardens you tossed Peer-M’s note aside like it was absolutely nothing. You assumed I hadn’t read it, or at least hoped I didn’t since I put it back together so nicely, and you didn’t no matter what you say have the plan to tell me about it to begin with. You’re only being so gracious, which is a fluffing understatement, right now because I have my damn wolf jaws in your fluffing face. You are disrespectful to the rightful Queen of the Ula, one you have been brought up to see as nothing but above you, and you think just because you fluff me and became my fluffing King that everything is all equal now. That I am not born to this position because I deserve to be. You don’t remember the difference between Danacia and I from childhood, do you? Are your fluffing two lives getting mixed up, Tymvir? Because I can recall that I whooped your ass so many damn times when we were growing up whether it was sparring or training. You GOT SO LUCKY when you fought or my heart, I was tired, and you had a weak moment to give me a blow that would knock me out…” As her anger grew, so did her fast paced wolf heart in beats, and she then sliced her talons through his flesh as Tymvir let out a loud groan from the pain. It felt like a stab from a blade going through his shoulder. And her talons were literally like talons on a large eagle or hawk; they were long, thick, and sharp. “Don’t you dare think for a second you are stronger than me, better than me, or more intelligent. You may have more life experience and wisdom than I do, but it doesn’t mean a thing when comparing to your Alpha no matter if you are jointly ruling with me or not. So I suggest you get it through your thick brutish skull right now. If you tried to best me in combat, in beast form this very second, I would make you bleed so much that you’d die before you had a chance to use your ridiculously over powered wolven strength as your ally.” The lime green flames around Leilani’s white fur was a minor toxic energy psychic attack that was causing Tymvir more pain than the talons she had sunk into his flesh. She controlled how much damage was done, but once flesh touched and experienced these flames, it felt as though it was being burned off starting from the inside where it would injure anything important all the way out. All Tymvir could do was sweat and grunt through the pain, for in this form, he had no chance against Leilani. He was shaking, pale, as the toxic flames played against his flesh on some parts where her talons were sliced through him making the skin and blood bubble due to the burning sensation.
“P-Please Leilani… Please—Please stop please…” He suffered, breathing fast and slow in random patters, but always heavy. Leilani watched him in pain for a while, her anger ignited to a very high degree. In her wolf form, angry, that as a mistake. During training for basic control over your movements in beast form in the Ula they were taught to never let themselves enter that form while angry because it was a weakness, not an ally. In order to be able to master the ability for an Ula member to control when they would change at whim, that was their key element to overcome because in wolf form while angry rational thinking was absolutely lost. Tymvir finally screamed out louder in pain, worrying more about whether others at the Five Claws Lodge would try and come to his rescue; because no matter what would happen here he’d rather die a Leilani’s hand then have them find out about the Ula. So he felt while being completely against the odds that he could better handle this situation alone.
“Leilani I know you are angry. I can see it in your eyes…” It was so hard for him to speak through her increasing rage and the burning effects happening on his skin, but if he were going to keep her safe as well as their secret he had to use any remaining strength to do so. “…P-P-P-Please Leilani P-Please calm down. L-L-Listen t-to what I a-amm saying… y-y-you’re going to kill m-m-m-eee in a few seconds…” Tymvir screamed out again even louder in pain, such a loud yell of anguish that sounded as though someone had torn one of his very limbs off of his body. He kept his eyes forced open, the body of his mixed in blood and sweat drenched; Tymvir tried his best to focus his strong spirit deep into her mind where she was lost. The smell of burning flesh was extremely odorous across the room of the inn. He had no idea why anybody hadn’t banged down the door yet. Leilani was growling profusely, and staring into his eyes, and as he looked hard into hers at a split second moment the wolf started to recess and her rational mind came back forth. Anger was temporarily alleviated. Realizing what she was doing to him, and seeing his skin nearly burning off his body, she released her grip on his body pulling the talons out of his shoulders, and she quickly stepped back forcing the lime green flames around her body to disintegrate.
Leilani, still in beast form, looked down at her chest covered in blood as her husband was choking up blood that had ran rapid from the large gashes due to her talons. He was huddled on his side now, screaming in pain, for anything physical that he touched where the skin was actually burned off only hurt worse. She looked down to his feet, and she squealed a worried and afraid wolf squeal, and instantly Leilani reverted form back to her naked natural state. His feet had no skin on them whatsoever, and Leilani was the cause. After reverting form, the blood instead of soaking into her white fur just dripped down her naked flesh while also dried and stained in certain areas by now. She quickly moved over to him, and then cast her hands over his body. Leilani closed her eyes, while he moved in seizure like painful jolts doing his best to muffle his screams of pain, and she extended her toned tan arms above him. A blue glow began to admit from her hands as she enchanted a soft spell in Debnic. It was words from a very powerful healing spell she had learned while mastering Restoration during her time of study at the College of Winterhold. By saying the words in the dead language of the realm of Dabney; it added to the strength of her magicka from within. Tymvir’s body miraculously began to heal, the blood around him suddenly disappearing and reverting back to where it came from, as well as what was on her body dried or not. Tymvir’s shoulder gashes began to slowly fill up, the skin burned off his body slowly starting to replace itself, and eventually he looked close to what he was before she had gotten so angry. When the pain stopped, Tymvir sat up, and he looked across each shoulder seeing five talon circle scars from the earlier injury. He swallowed, then looked over to Leilani, and felt a sudden rush of love come over him.
Leilani still looked traumatized from having lost control of her in beast form, but as she looked at Tymvir’s perplexing smile and goofy eyes; she lifted a brow curiously with a slightly frustrated expression. Before she had a chance to comment on the fact that what had just happened was not funny, Tymvir pounced on to her naked body, and he flattened her to the ground. A rush of kisses covered her neck, and Leilani closed her eyes almost by subconscious command as his tongue hit the very sensitive areas on that part of her body heightening the experience by vibrating over the spots. She curled her toes; a rush of tingles going down her body, and suddenly she was lifted up by the strong mans arms till he rose to his feet. “This is why having a strong husband comes in handy.” Tymvir said, grinning, and then he slammed the wolfess hard into a wall nearby. Leilani wrapped her legs around his lower waist having been put against the wall slightly higher than he. She and Tymvir kissed passionately, tenderly, and full of heated love like before. Perhaps it was just werewolves who felt it be necessary to make a physical romantic connection such as this when one of their lovers nearly tries to kill them.
Tymvir pulled away, and he looked her in the eyes, “I love you, you crazy fluffing bitch, and I am never going to stop loving you. No matter how much you fluffing do to me, this right here, is proof I am a decent man Leilani. This is proof of my love.” He then kissed her harder, making tears fall from her face as she sobbed muffled by his kisses. She wrapped her limp arms around his neck, from swooning, and then moved the weak pieces of her body to stroke his back up and down soothingly. She loved how strong he was, she thought to herself, for it made their sex life incredible. She didn’t have to do anything to keep herself up against the wall. All of that strength came from the man who owned her heart, Tymvir.
After a long session of kissing, Tymvir pulled away while still easily holding her light body up. He said, “You also mentioned before that you had encounter mates twice. You have never yourself expressed having anyone else you sought for mates before me. So I’m not the only one hiding something.” As he locked his silver eyes into hers, Leilani studied them for truth or resentment. She found nothing but love. Leilani kissed him again out of lack of controlling her physical urge at the moment to be close. She tried to respond, for their conversation wasn’t even near over with, and she kissed him once more without luck. He kissed her back each time, making it harder for her to resist, and his hands as they were moving all over her body caused a heated passionate lust to rush over her. She bit his lip, pulling away from his intoxicating kiss, and then looked into his eyes as they held the same sparkle of love that was raptured about them. Her head felt light, in such a way that she knew his felt as well, and she also felt that in this moment she knew him better than anyone else in his first life, or this second one, had ever could.
“Tell me everything about your past life, and carry me over to the bed so I can lay on top of you, and kiss you while you play story time.” She tried to smile, but the heat of their connection was so much that happiness exuded about them in a different way. Tymvir did what she said instantly, not once thinking that he shouldn’t. They were truly spiritually connected at this time, and in such a way that no other present felt as though they would exist. They felt they were in their own separate dimension wrapped around one another’s strong connection for each other. They felt alive.
When they reached the bed, Tymvir sat down, and then he lay back as Leilani let go of his lower back with her legs. She rested on top of him never once leaving his eyes. She felt him hard beneath her, and with that touch she smiled. “I was born an Argonian as you know, like I told you, in Black Marsh. My family in society’s terms, not the life of the Ula, were very poor so we took to “get rich quick” ways in order to survive. My Mother was a prostitute, and every night she was on the job I saw different mean walk in and out of the place I was supposed to call home. My father was a smuggler, and he was the one that started me on the trade. I grew up doing it, never got educated, for this was the life I lived. I was to eat, breathe, and live smuggling. And I was good at it. I met my friend, who I assume from the letter had a name in this life that started with a P, and you mentioned him as Peer-M was him, back when I was a kid as well. He lived a poor life too, and we both were learning the smuggling trade with our family. My Dad eventually turned my bedroom in our house into a Skooma lab, and he constructed an underground escape tunnel if we were ever to get busted so I could run with the drugs and find a place to hide. He may have been a criminal, but he was a good man, and he treated my mom with the respect that was not given to her while she was on the job. My Dad loved her, and he loved me, and I will never forget him. Then, one day the Legion broke into our home, and he was stabbed repeatedly to death. I viewed all of this from the crack in the door of my room, and after his death, I grabbed whatever I could carry like he had told me to do and rushed under my bed where we hid the tunnel. The Legion eventually found me because it wasn’t well disguised, and they took me to the city’s prison. My mom was killed also because she was a prostitute, and since I was a kid they couldn’t keep me in the prison, so they ended up tossing me in an orphanage. I stayed there till I was sixteen, and then ended up back in the slums like my family had done their whole life. I could have gone to the Ula, I know, and I could have stayed their probably living a better life than what I did when I grew up… but you don’t understand. You don’t just escape these kinds of things Leilani, they just are apart of you when you do them, and I wasn’t just going to give up skooma because I—“ Leilani interrupted him as she continued to finish his last sentence before he had a chance to twist around his words, her lime green eyes were glowing as she watched the memories unfold in his mind, “—you were addicted.”
Silence wrapped around the couple as he sat there surprised, which Leilani found sort of odd since he knew she could read minds, but she figured it was because she could tell he hadn’t told this to anyone else before. Or at least hardly anyone else. She figured Grenagoir had to know somewhat since he knew more than she did back at the Skyrim Sanctuary when she listened on their conversation after she “left.” Then he continued with a firm sigh, taking his eyes away from hers in a confessing tone, “Yes. I was addicted because so was my Father. And my Mother. But after leaving the orphanage, I picked up word about my friend known now as Peer-M, and I got back into the smuggling business with him. We worked under a man who had ambitions to take his small independent Skooma trade to the top. He worked us, and paid us only enough so that we could live and continue to work for him, and we stayed with him dedicated for years. He would give us the loot, we’d be on our own to find our way to the destination, get the gold, and were on our way to find a plan to get back to him with the profit. As his success in the business grew, the longer the travel between destinations grew, and soon enough he did exactly what he said and we were taking Skooma by the carriage full across borders into various provinces in Tamriel. The man was highly lucrative and extremely intelligent. He was also very dangerous…” He paused, gathering himself to continue as Leilani interrupted again, “And by that time when you were a serious Skooma pusher, that was when he came to rely on you a lot, and you found your way getting close to his daughter.”
Tymvir nodded as he found himself growing comfortable to her sifting his mind faster than he could tell the story. He kissed her once, and she happily kissed back which was reassuring to him, and then continued, “I’d sneak into her room at his mansion by night, and we’d make love endlessly. She was a fiery Argonian woman, eyes as red as a rose, but they were incredible. No, she wasn’t a vampire; it was just a weird genetic trait she had been gifted at birth. Because no one else in her family had eyes like as red like her, they were all golden or typical colored otherwise. I remember her so much, and then along with those memories I remember the first time her father found us making love in her room during the middle of the night. He nearly plops his pants when he saw it was me, and sent a whole bunch of guards after me as I escaped through the window and used stealth to make it out alive. When I reported for work the next day, and several times after, that was when he deliberately gave me all the hard jobs which were pretty much a set up to get sent to prison. I only stayed to work for him because of his daughter, and even after him finding out yes I definitely kept seeing her, however it wasn’t in her room anymore after that because we had to keep it secret. That night was the last time we were ever close like that, and being young and stupid on my first love I thought she was the best thing in the world and it could never get better. So, I made plans with her to runaway, but she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to be with me, but she wanted me to ask her father for her hand. She assumed that he wouldn’t cut my throat just for even speaking the thought, but oh I knew. So, foolishly in love and naively brave, I relied on her hopeful dreams which I assumed as words of sentiment, and I presented myself before the Skooma DrugLord, and he spat at my face, and sent his guards after me once more. But this time they chased me out of town, and even though I escaped, they and many after continued to chase me as I played hide and seek my entire life. I gave up smuggling after that, and I settled into Skyrim where I met Grenagoir who was in his younger years as an apprentice to take position in the elder council. And he and I became fast friends, and he helped me stay safe in the Sanctuary from ever patrolling guards paid off by the Skooma Druglord who wanted my head on a spike. I had a quiet life playing hideout for several years, about ten to be exact until her father gave up searching, or so I thought, and I ended up going out with Grenagoir for my first time back to the surface in such a long time. I took up blacksmithing, becoming an apprentice to a man who owned a shop in Shor’s Stone, because believe me, I already know that you can’t find anything in the small town anymore the way it used to be. But the way I remember it, the town was almost a miniature city itself, and not just a bunch of houses that surround an abandoned mine where they have to constantly fight off Frostbite Spiders from taking over the only thing that puts food on their table. As I did, I met a beautiful Nord woman who I intended to become fast friends with, and eventually we married. Her family wasn’t keen on the idea of me, since I was an Argonian, but she looked past that and we wed. She wasn’t apart of the Ula, so I was exiled for treason, and since I finally wasn’t sworn to secrecy about my abilities anymore, and she wasn’t considered prey; I told her I was a werewolf. She didn’t know what to think at first, but when a night came along that our small home was broken into by bandits and I ripped their heads off in my breast form; she found it to be definitely worth it for protection. She looked past my flaws, and I accepted hers. She told me about how she used to be apart of the thieves guild, and I told her about how I used to smuggle drugs. We were both hiding out in Shor’s Stone together, believe it or not, and eventually when the ones after her for what she did wrong came we had to leave. We moved around Skyrim a lot from major city, to small village, to even private houses made on lands in the wilds we had no deed to. I protected her with my werewolf ability from her people, and she kept food on the table with her cunning skills as a pickpocket. We never went hungry, and we only took from those who wouldn’t notice, and we never over did it….” Tymvir suddenly stopped speaking about his former wife, silence wrapped around the two as tears welled in his eyes. Leilani sighed; kissing him comfortingly, and then she wrapped her hand around his head from behind and held it up close to her as she continued the story for him. “But then her people found her, and she was killed. You swore off being with anyone else, after that, and even though you were exiled you tried with all of your might to go back to the only family that you had ever known. The Ula. And when you were standing over one of the hidden grass entrances in the forests south of Riverwood, you called out in pain and agony for any of your brothers to come to your side. And that was when the one known as Peer-M showed up. Because your father all along was apart of the Ula, so was your mother, and so was his family and he. He had been tracking you down since you had left, and having no luck while you were “in hiding” in Skyrim, he waited those ten years for you to surface and for him to catch wind of it. He could have waked into the sanctuary and cut your throat in your sleep, but since he was a member as well, it wasn’t obviously just that easy. He would have been found out instantly since my father, Saliin, and my mother Andromeda who were ruling even in that past life of yours, which I find surprising, had made the Skyrim Sanctuary their royal home permanently. Andromeda would have known the moment your blood hit the floor...” Leilani let his face down gently unable to continue as she was perplexed by finding that he had known her parents beyond just this life from her mother’s premonitions. She didn’t choose him based on psychic instinct for her to wed one of her daughters, no, she chose Tymvir because he knew him. Then Tymvir interrupted her widened eyes and bewildered thought process as he continued the story. Leilani indeed had to know more now. “So, he showed his face, and then we had catching up to do. At first it was like we were old friends sharing and laughing about our experiences. Then he got this look in his eyes that I had always gotten when I was withdrawing from Skooma. I never did get away from the stuff, no my wife and I made it a point to always get some which was obviously was trailed him back to us. But that look in his eyes was accompanied by a long festering anger I knew had deeply rooted from within. He felt betrayed by me, that I had left him to deal with the Drug Lord alone, and he hated me for having to pick up all of the dangerous routes I was given as punishment. He said he had been in and out of jail several times since I wasn’t there at his back anymore, and I tried to reason with him, but he wasn’t going to have it. I tried to show him that with the Ula he had a chance to get away from it, no matter how deep he felt he had to be, and that the Skyrim Sanctuary I was sure of could help him break the addiction. I knew I wasn’t apart of it, but I said these words to try and persuade him away from the death lust he had in his eyes. For me. And I wanted to make it known to him that there was no one in my life as my best friend that could replace him. Not through everything we had been together. I was withdrawing so bad that day, too, and eventually we ended up getting into a fight losing control over our anger like you did. And I bested him, but found myself calming down when he was nearly bleeding to the death on the ground weak from injuries I gave him. And I got my eyes on his bag of Skooma. So I reverted form, and I took it, and I ran off to hide once more. That was when other brothers found him, and he told them something that had turned the pack against me, and that was when Andromeda and Saliin himself made it their prerogative to come and find me. I couldn’t hide long from them, probably about a year, and believe me after being in hiding for several years I was pretty good at it. But the Aatu royal couple was even better than I was when they sought me out. When the first found me, I had dug a cave into the ground underneath a lake, and yes I know how crazy that sounds but if you are to hide from the Ula, or the Imperial Legion while smuggling, you had to get used to coming up with creative ways to plan what sometimes turned into weeks of a steak out. I didn’t do it all at once, it took time, and the only times I did go out and swim, dig, come up for a breath, swim and dig, and repeat was when it wasn’t full moon or harvest night for the Ula. I made sure to stay away from all wild areas that had their territory marked. And it probably took me about the entire year to finish the place into fully being livable just about the time they found me. Andromeda literally just dove down into the pond, which is known now as Mara’s pond, and she lifted up the hatch to my underwater home, and she walked in like she owned the place. I was startled, because just like all Ula members no matter the district, I had known her face since birth. I had no idea how old she was, but at the time I was probably about 30. She slammed me up against the wall, in beast form, and she interrogated me like you had me under your grasp back when I was burning from your fire. That’s why I looked so afraid because I was reliving that horrific first encounter with your mom. And I know it sounds crazy, but she actually burned my flesh off and healed me like you did. You both are so much alike...it’s insane. But your father, wow he was an asshole to anyone who didn’t treat his wife with respect. After getting to know him under his harsh exterior, I learned he was probably the most honorable and respectable man I had ever known even to this day. I can’t imagine how wonderful of a father he must have been, Lei…” He stopped as he reached up to her cheek and wiped her hard crying eyes. She shook her head for him to stop, and then nodded, for him to continue. And so he did.
“Eventually your mom ran through my mind with the same confidence and strength she carried when she came into my hideout. She learned all of the facts she needed, and the Queen and King had seen what really went on that night when my friend and I had a bad reunion. She learned of my Skooma addiction and smuggling, which she slapped me for and repeatedly said I had no excuse to give into because she was right, and then found sympathy for me for having to hide out my entire life just for loving someone and fighting for their heart. She held true to love being the most important thing on this Earth as daughter of the Aatu and Queen of a highly deadly wolf pack should, from what we were taught at birth, and she took my side against Peer-M as he is known now. She brought me before the assembly, and I was accepted back into the pack right in front of my friend’s eyes. He was then exiled for still being apart of the Skooma trade. The Ula was then put under a serious screening in each district by your parents to figure out if any other members had been involved with illegal drug smuggling, and there were several which were exiled because of it making the pack at the lowest count in honest strength it had ever been before. My friend got in touch with all of the exiles, which were the start of the very first anti-Ula half breed pack as you have heard of the stories today, and they formed an alliance with numbers that was not great against the whole Ula united in Tamriel, but still quite formidable. They had a rebellion war, figuring out ways to take out current members in secret since they no longer held a connection with their mark to the Sanctuary and were unable to just go in and slaughter anyone like I couldn’t go in to seek refuge like I had wanted that night. Andromeda and Saliin eventually wiped them out, but they never got a hold of my friend for he had the Drug Lord on his side. Foolishly after leaving the Ula, he told him of his abilities and all about the pack instead of leaving that part out, and they worked together to avenge his first assignment to kill me in the first place. It was years of bloodshed at my expense from others, and your parents and I working together to keep me safe from the Drug Lord and the exiles, as well as to keep the pack united. Your mother, father, and I had grown so close during these hard times that they thought of me as an adopted son which is one of the reasons why Andromeda called for me back to this life when communing with Dabney. In her past life, she was infertile, and when she came back around to rule for a second time at Dabney’s command, I was arranged to be with you from her premonitions, working with our Goddess, and working with the elder council in the Skyrim Sanctuary. They knew their time to permanently pass down their long ruling would come, and they knew that it had to be you and me to lead on through this lifetime. They always spoke of how you would eventually do something great with me at your side, and they wanted me here for you because they couldn’t see anyone more fitting to help you through it. Plus they knew of how much I’d give myself to you, and love you, and Andromeda never wanted anything less for her own child. She knew me like I knew myself from invading my mind on our first encounter, and since I was loyal to her and from the loving maternal connection she felt she had with me for all she had done; she knew I would be perfect for you. Because as she said to me, during the time I was still in a spirit form and she presented herself to Dabney in her realm, that you were so much like her that if she had a chance to live once again, she’d see herself with me if it wasn’t for Saliin being there. Dabney was the one who had given her the premonitions in the first place, so it was only fitting that she agreed with Andromeda’s request to bring me back to life once more.” Tymvir took a moment to catch his breath as Leilani looked perplexed. She searched and searched and searched his mind but came to no avail. She then asked, “But you told me previously he had murdered you, and that he got what he wanted, and since you were brought back by Dabney he felt like he needed continue the promise he made long ago when he caught wind of your spirit’s existence in Tamriel once more. So where does your death fit in to all of this?”
Tymvir nodded, finally revealing the memory she hadn’t been able to translate through her connection before. He continued to tell the story, “He did win. It was when finally Andromeda, Saliin, and I had tracked him down and planned to kill him. Little did I know from his help with the Drug Lord and all of his resources, he had been tracking me down and intended to kill all three of us. He was angry at the alphas for exiling him and taking me back instead, and he was angry with me for abandoning him as he so says. But I didn’t. I had to run, because if I had stayed I would have been killed. And for some reason he didn’t get that!” Tymvir paused as frustration let loose in his voice. This memory was painful for him. “So we fought to the death, and he had several left over exiles on his side, and the only ones on my side were the alphas which was absolutely enough. They were extraordinarily powerful as they should have always been. My friend, and now life long enemy murdered me, and he sank his teeth into my neck snapping my jugular. Now you know everything…” Tymvir sighed. He was literally exhausted from expressing all that he had. He then briefly wondered to himself again why no one had come up from the downstairs of the inn to check on them both after all of the ruckus. It had been silent for a while, and one would assume from the sounds of snarling and cries of pain that there had been a death if they had common sense. A strong worry settled into his stomach, but Tymvir didn’t say a word to Leilani of his suspicions. He figured he’d deal with it, as it would come. Besides, he was sharing a moment with her, and he didn’t want to ruin it.
“You have no idea how much this means to me.” She said, and then kissed him passionately as he wrapped his strong arms around her while sitting up and kissing her just as loving right back. Leilani wrapped her legs around him, and Tymvir had finally realized she had grown very wet. He grinned, flipping them around to where she was underneath him, and then he pulled the blankets over their bodies as they made love.
(TO BE CONTINUED)