Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150326001100/@comment-5583506-20150329132439

Poachers, reflected Siri as she crept along the brances of the trees in the woods surrounding Riverwood. I hate poachers...

"Did you get it?" asked one of the two Bosmer hunters crouching amongst the trees.

"Nah, I... I missed it..."

"How the hell can you miss a wolf at that distance?! He was right there!"

"I know, but... Sorry!"

The elder Bosmer with a face worn by time and experience sighed heavily. "That fur was a true masterpiece. People would have payed hundreds for it."

Siri smirked. She was glad that Brand had gotten away. That wolf had been her good friend and companion since the time she was left in these vast and open areas. She imagined that he was still around somewhere, hiding from his would-be killers and awaiting her signal.

It was time.

She pulled up a wooden flute from her pockets and started playing on it, a melancholy melody she had made herself. An atmospherical and howling sound which reminded her of the starry night skies over northern Skyrim.

"Did... did you hear that?!" asked the younger Bosmer.

"Yeah, I did", said the elder one suspiciously and nocked an arrow on his bow. "We are not alone out here."

"You know... I heard stories from Favel... When he was hunting game in the Reach he said that he had heard a similar melody, whereupon he had stepped right into his own bear trap. Nearly lost his leg. However he swore that he had placed it elsewhere and that shortly after his incident he had heard a laughter... a woman's laughter..."

"Enough of your ghost stories, boy", hissed the elder one. "This is obviously a..."

He didn't get much further before a familiar grey wolf pounced out from a nearby shrubbery, knocking the two Bosmers out of balance and causing their weapons to fly away in different directions. The grey wolf then disappeared among the ferns of the forest, without leaving a single trace

Brand had done his job well. Shortly afterwards, as the Bosmer rose up from the ground on shaking legs, they could hear it. A smooth snicker echoed among the trees.

"Let's... let's get out of here!" stuttered the younger Bosmer.

"Agreed", said the elder one and took up their weapons before they tucked their tails between their legs and ran back the same way they had entered the forest.

Siri found it hard to keep herself from laughing out loud. That would teach them not to hunt in her forests. She doubted that they would return anytime soon, but there were still poachers, bandits and werewolf hunters roaming unattended and freely throughout the landscapes. She had her goal set before her...