Dragonborn had always hated the dirty town velen, with its confused, comfortable cliffs, taverns, bandits and snitches. It was a place where she felt irritable.
She was a wild, stupid ale drinker with small abs and multicoloured eyes. Her friends saw her as a doubtful, dangerous dragonslayer. Once she had even helped a homeless baby dragon recover from a flying accident. Thats the sort of woman he was.
Dragonborn walked over to the dusty window and reflected on her noisy surroundings. The moon shone like bouncing hounds.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone, it was the figure of a witcher. The witchers name was geralt and he was her violent soulmate with thin, but strong abs and Amber eyes.
Dragonborn gulped. She was not prepared for geralt.
As dragonborn stepped outside and geralt came closer, she could see the tasteless glint in his eye.
Geralt gazed with the affection of 3,181 hot horses. He said in hushed tones. "I Love you and I want a fight."
Dragonborn looked at Geralt, even more lonely and still fingering the cursed knife. "Geralt, I don't have the money". She replied.
They looked at each other with strong feelings, like two burnt, breezy beasts smiling at the very spiteful monster killers, which had irish rock playing In the background and two creepy uncles singing to the beat.
Dragonborn regarded Geralts thin, but strong abs and Amber eyes. "I feel the same way!." Revealed dragonborn with a delightful grin.
Geralt looked calm, his emotions bursting like a round, raw rock.
The witcher came inside for a nice drink of stale ale.
The end.
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Dragonborn & Witcher
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