There I was just standing there a wolf ready to strike from who knows where. I pulled my dagger praying to Talos for protection. And then it happened, 200 pounds of wolf striking my chest and taking a chunk of my shoulder. I screamed in pain flailing my dagger about, trying to stop this beast. While I managed to strike the wolf a few times the dagger was merely scrathing him.
Another bite out of my shoulder. I flailed from under the wolf, taking stabs at the massive beasts chest. The Wolf still seemed as strong as ever, digging his teeth further into me, my blood staining the cold snow. I was done for...a goner when suddenly an arrow flew from somewhere in the blizzard, narrowly missing my head.
Another flew towards me, once again missing me narrowly. A third shot came, directly hitting the wolf in the back of his head. With the little strength I had I pushed the beast off of my chest. Putting pressure against my shoulder I called for help towards the direction in which the arrows came.
"Help! Anyone please!" I said
They came towards me, a group of people.
"Oh thank the gods..." I said with a sigh of relief.
Then I noticed, The fur clothing, the bloodied weapons, these were bandits and I was there pray.
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Vengeance - An Elder Scrolls Fanfiction (Currently Under Rewrite)
FantasyWhen Draykn Overin's Family Is Killed During A Dragon Attack On Winterhold He Vows To Bring Vengeance On His Family And Kill The Dragonborn.
