Skyrim Dovah One Shots

The unknown Farkas x Werebear

xXTheBladesMustDieXx is the requester so let's go on with chapter.

Y/n Pov,

I have been a follower of Hercine for many years so I asked for a special gift that is not common. The gift of being a werebear has been my dream ever since I walked out of my family's lives because they are devote followers Molag Bol aka the vampire dude. I've been gifted with this gift for about ten years and with this gift no werewolf can sense that I am a were thing like them as well.

The days of Skyrim slow down as I walk away from my old life and into my new life that I have accepted. Voices from the past rush though my head. "You will regret walking out of Molag Bol's arms. The god of the hunt won't care for you, he only cares about himself," I mumble to myself as the roads lead to Whiterun. A group of the Companions is seen killing yet another giant so I take out my bow and shoot it in the head without it noticing what had hit him. "You handle yourself well, you should join the Companions," A very muscular and tall Nordic man says. "I don't really... Ehh why not. I will meet ya there." The sun was just beginning to rise so I sprint all the way to Jorravskr without a single drop of sweat. The air was nice and cold so I took a deep breath in and walk into the mead hall.

A fight was seen but I pay no attention to it so I walk down the steps and a whole new aroma fills my nose. I couldn't exactly pin point the reason so I keep on walking down the hall. An old man and a man that looked almost like the man that I saw earlier but this one was not as built bit he was still very tall. "Hello, I am Y/n and I would like to join the Companions," I examine their eyes once I said that. An old soul and a very wise soul was seen straight through their eyes. "I am Kodlak and that over there is Vilkas. You seem you can handle yourself in real fight. Do you think you can handle yourself in a real fight?" "Well obviously I am a w- ehh, I mean I obviously am aware that I can't because I have much to learn." Nice save Y/n, they totally didn't catch onto what you were about to say. "A woman who let's her mind speak for her actions. Vilkas test this woman's arm out in the courtyard." I give Vilkas the death glare when he starts to check my choice of weapon and how I hold myself.

I scurry on with Vilkas taking his sweet time to go out to the courtyard so I warm myself up with my f/w (favorite weapon). Vilkas was a sight for sore eyes because he finally arrives outside after of about 5 minutes. "I was told to test your arm welp so show me what you got up that sleeve of yours." I take strong swings/arrow shots to Vilkas' shield. " Don't think the next one will be so easy." "I barely even did my best, I can show you my best or unless you're chicken." " Say that again Welp!" "I bet I could beat you in a an actual brawl without me holding back." " OK, no holding back, I can handle you at your best." My eyes glow a velvet red with brown and yellow specks staring into his soul. "Let's tango," I say sheathing all my weapons and enlarging my nails. I swipe and leave claw marks on the left cheek. I immediately sheath my claws and fight bare fisted with strong swings that could knock someone out. Once I am satisfied and also when he is on the ground holding his stomach I bring my hands down and help the dude up. "Heh wow, you swing pretty hard but you still need to prove yourself to the others because you have a test soon." Vilkas walks away and his brother comes up to me. "I never would have seen the day when someone had beaten my brother so bad where he is holding his side, limping, and a bloodied lip as well as a bloodied nose." "Anyways, I hope I didn't hurt your brother too bad. He did hold his ground very well especially since I was the strongest in my family and the whole Stormcloaks army as well as the Imperial Army as well..." Farkas stares into my eyes as they change back to the normal e/c. I begin to get uncomfortable so I pick up Vilkas' sword and take it to the blacksmith because I want to be nice.