Featured: My Fursona 'Char The Husky'
Adoration - 22
There she was.
It was like witnessing the advent of an angel. Her mere presence at an Arena match was enough to send him over the edge. He didn't know what her name was, where she had come from, or whom she cared about. But to him it barely mattered. Maybe he even enjoyed the mystery.
The first match he had seen her as a Pit Dog. He hadn't expected to be so instantly impressed by her cunning and skill; the way she slaughtered the Yellow Team novice with one stroke of her sword. That was enough to keep him coming back for more; making every Arena match was suddenly top priority.
He had bet all his money on her, every time not for personal gain, but because he felt it was the only way to show how much he believed in her and his angel had, of course, failed to disappoint. The wealth barely mattered. Watching her, he needed no other sustenance. Witnessing her beauty, her strength, her iron will, was enough.
Now he had bet ten thousand gold half of wh
Adoration - 11
She decided after awhile that she didn't care about the audience. Whether they were shouting approval or roaring in defiance, it didn't matter. They were the meaningless background noise to her bloody existence. The last thing she wanted to do was gaze up at the ugly faces; the seething group countenance of those who adored her but didn't know what her name was.
Sen Giladren, clothed in light raiment, stumbled down the corridor. Slumped against the cold stone, she added her blood to the scarlet already staining the walls. The convulsive shivering of her legs illuminated by torchlight. Her mouth tasted of rust.
She ran to the basin with whatever strength she had left. As her head began to spin, the burst of cerulean light saved her again. The shaking went away, the wounds coloring her limbs sealing up. Rejuvenated, she straightened herself. From helplessness to dignity in mere seconds.
"Well done, Champion!" Owyn was positively beaming. Considering that the Redguard h
Becoming Sane - PrologueBecoming Sane
an Oblivion fanfiction
(warning: contains Shivering Isles spoilers)
3E-433 - 23 Sun's Dusk, 20:00 - Sheogorath's Palace
"Just You wait and see
Good Gods come and go, but
All Lords eventually fall
A God can wake up mortal."
-The Ravings of Fenroy
I am immortal, and so are My memories.
On the verge of My own destruction, the cusp of My transformation into that which I despise, I can only hope that this is true. Though a God, I am ignorant of what lies beyond My undoing. For a Daedric Prince to die or, to cease His heightened existence, if you'd like to be technical is what I once thought to be impossible. But after eras of an
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