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This is a secondary blog run by SF and Eph, once dedicated to just Idonia; now dedicated to multiple OCs and games, mainly Skyrim, MGS, PWI and Pokemon. Infinite scroll is on. Feel free to reblog with or without attached text!
I am Harbinger.
Advisor to the bunch that was known to be drunken louts, mercenaries with honour and the finest warriors in all of Skyrim. Harbinger of the Companions.
Idonia couldn’t wrap her mind around it just yet. But the Circle seemed accepting of her - and that made her feel better. It made her feel up to the task at hand. 
"You will lead us, Idonia, and you will lead us well. For the Harbingers of old have never failed in seeing the strength of their successors," Aela said, "What shall we do now?" 
Idonia looked up at the Skyforge quietly. The armor she now wore was forged from its fires, and crafted from Kodlak’s very soul. It was an armor befitting of the Harbinger. “We triumph,” she said simply, “In our victory. And then… we will live. For all our Shield-Siblings who have gone before us.” 
Aela quirked an eyebrow as the Harbinger turned to face her. “And we will drink.” 
She laughed. “That’s more like it. Let us go.”
A new chapter had begun.

I am Harbinger.

Advisor to the bunch that was known to be drunken louts, mercenaries with honour and the finest warriors in all of Skyrim. Harbinger of the Companions.

Idonia couldn’t wrap her mind around it just yet. But the Circle seemed accepting of her - and that made her feel better. It made her feel up to the task at hand. 

"You will lead us, Idonia, and you will lead us well. For the Harbingers of old have never failed in seeing the strength of their successors," Aela said, "What shall we do now?" 

Idonia looked up at the Skyforge quietly. The armor she now wore was forged from its fires, and crafted from Kodlak’s very soul. It was an armor befitting of the Harbinger. “We triumph,” she said simply, “In our victory. And then… we will live. For all our Shield-Siblings who have gone before us.” 

Aela quirked an eyebrow as the Harbinger turned to face her. “And we will drink.” 

She laughed. “That’s more like it. Let us go.”

A new chapter had begun.

"At this loss… we weep."

Rushing back with the Witches’ heads, even on Rain, was futile.

"Where were you?" Vilkas hissed.

"I was… doing Kodlak’s bidding."

"I hope it is important, because it means you weren’t here to defend him.”

Idonia looked away. How could she have known? How could Vilkas accuse her so?

But it was pointless to fight. Vilkas was grieved and angry, and she had been the perfect target to vent on. Idonia sat beside Farkas, and the Nord gave her a rather dejected look. She knew a simple apology was not enough. Kodlak had trusted her with more than just a mission; he had trusted her with his soul. Not even his life. His soul. 

She looked at the Harbinger before her. Kodlak was lying on the ground, and at first glance, his smile seemed peaceful. But as she studied it, she could see it was only a half-smile. She knew why.

I failed.

Kodlak had said to leave for Glenmoril Cavern. 
Idonia wasn’t sure what to make of that. She’d long known being a werewolf meant she belonged to Hircine, but… that there was a cure? It made her think, made her doubt her choice. It hadn’t been one of her own free will, but she had come to love the restless soul of the wolf within her. 
Do I stay a beast, or embrace Sovngarde as my spirit home?
Regardless, she had been given a task by the Harbinger himself, and she would do it to perfection.

Kodlak had said to leave for Glenmoril Cavern. 

Idonia wasn’t sure what to make of that. She’d long known being a werewolf meant she belonged to Hircine, but… that there was a cure? It made her think, made her doubt her choice. It hadn’t been one of her own free will, but she had come to love the restless soul of the wolf within her. 

Do I stay a beast, or embrace Sovngarde as my spirit home?

Regardless, she had been given a task by the Harbinger himself, and she would do it to perfection.

Broken Helm Hollow -

Usually, Idonia didn’t pause to linger after shedding blood. But today, she was so very hungry. The warrior frowned. Ever since she’d accepted the beast blood, she found her appetite increasing by leaps and bounds. 

That would not do.

Clearspring Tarn -

She did not know why, but the northern lights she’d witnessed at Clearspring Tarn touched a chord in her soul. One would never see such raw beauty in the city of Whiterun, nor in Jorrvaskr. She had come to appreciate her Shield-Siblings, treasure them, even. And she always would.

But her place was here, in the wilds - as it always had been. 

Nonetheless, Idonia had a mission to accomplish, and retrieve the fragment of Wuuthrad she would. Even so, she’d make a little home here, in this quiet place that reflected a glimpse of Sovngarde - the afterlife she would never see. 

She felt the call of the beast in her blood, and she answered it. She could run like the wind and chase the hawks as they flew towards Whiterun. Being a wolf was ecstasy, exhilaration and addiction all in one. She was the beast, and the beast was her.

Welcome to the pack, indeed.

Clearspring Tarn -

"Ysgramor’s flaming beard.”

First, Golldir. Now, Skyrim herself. It seemed like everything in Nirn was Oblivion-bent on making sure she never got to Broken Helm Hollow. It was dark, and it was cold. Her homeland was no tropical island.

Idonia sighed. She’d have to set up camp somewhere - but definitely not on this slope. 

Some time after parting ways with Golldir -
"Aela’s right. It certainly is useful to keep a bow around."

Some time after parting ways with Golldir -

"Aela’s right. It certainly is useful to keep a bow around."