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.
10 months ago
