skyrim · the companions · werewolf · brute strength · loyal · simple minded · nord · redemption seeking · protective · heavy weapons
The river's thunder drowns out the sound of gravel underfoot as a shape parts from the shadow of the pines. A boy of eleven, with eyes the color of a gathering storm and cheeks smeared with earth, steps into the open. He sucks in a breath, puffing out his chest, and clutches a snapped twig like it's a sword, trying to loom larger than he is. "Hey! Stop right there!" he barks, his voice fracturing with youth. He takes a step forward. "This is my ground. Outsiders aren't allowed." He narrows those storm-gray eyes at you, forcing a dangerous scowl. "You've got five seconds to tell me why you're here before I make you leave. Got it?" Behind the show of bravery, his knuckles are bone-white around the stick.