Until then, farewell,” howled Hircine’s wolf aspect and disappeared. But first, you must slay a specimen of beasts that are most dangerous of all. Or, should I say huntswoman? Yes, I will grant your request. The beastblood,” I answered without fear. I would ask from you a little favour - to send one of your children upon me, so they could give me the greatest gift of all. I haven’t used the common shrine summoning because I’ve thought killing all these trolls in your name would honor you more. “I’ve summoned you to ask something from you, my lord. “Who are you to summon me, mortal?” it asked. I saw a flash of white light and a silvery outline of a wolf appeared before me. I’ve laid the bodies of frost trolls in a circle, along with a big, white wolf. The more it hurt back then, the more careful and quiet I am now. I’ve learned the art of stealth on slippery ice the hard way when I was a child. And so, I’m setting off to the Jerall mountains to the south, with a vision of glorious gift possibly waiting for me. They began living in peace in our cabin* south-west of the Imperial outpost, Helgen, and their senses, once sharp and ready, now lazy and untrained, couldn’t protect them anymore. They were archers, like me, but it was a long time ago when they last ventured in the beautiful wilderness. It’s less than a fortnight since my parents’ death at the mouth of a cave bear.
#Skyrim sseedit aela the huntress how to#
And I wouldn’t be one if I didn’t know how to hunt. It will be hard, with just a wooden hunting bow and some iron arrows, but I’m not giving up. Not that it would be some big achievement like killing a mythical unicorn, but what can I do? Unicorns aren’t exactly running around, waiting to be hunted. I’m going to kill a group of frost trolls. I’ve decided to summon him by a great hunt. I thought I was one with the nature since my childhood. I wasn’t a part of the hunt, the main show was my arrow, not me. While I enjoyed seeing my arrow flying forward and killing my prey in a single strike, it was all very passive. Tasting the warm blood on your fangs.īeing a devout follower of one of the Daedric Princes, I’ve always enjoyed a good, bloody hunt. Tearing the helpless, soft neck of the animal. Catching up to your prey and then falling back for a second to let it feel the sweet taste of freedom before striking forward and pinning it down. Standing up and walking proudly to your fallen prey, being the victor, the predator, the hunter. Feeling the rush of hot blood and excitement when the arrow strikes the target. Creeping through fallen leaves, careful not to make a sound. This is my first shared Elder Scrolls fanfiction (after several dozens of unpublished stories).Īll of this is happening in Skyrim (notably Falkreath Hold) in the fourth era and precedes the events of TESV:Skyrim by few months.
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