Skyrim: Memories
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Cicero was taking Night mother to their new home in Falkreath, little did he know he would find a girl along the way.
With white fur, sharp teeth, striking blue-purple eyes and scales on her wrist? Moon is anything but normal
But who is she? What happened in her past? Does she have a family?
She doesn't remember.
The last thing she recalls is a horrid storm, and a black door with skulls.
I just realized I never said this, but the cover isn't mine, If it's yours tell me and I'll attempt to draw a new cover, I'm just not good at drawing in the first place
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