They call her the Ashen Wolf-a lone warrior with a sharp blade, a sharper tongue, and a face no one has seen. Driven by a quiet rage and a past no one dares to ask about, she stalks the shadows of Skyrim, cutting down the night one monster at a time. Cold. Efficient. Unrelenting.
And then came Serana.
An ancient vampire entombed for centuries, Serana is clever, powerful, and far too curious for Vera's liking. With a silver tongue and a stare that sees more than it should, she forces her way into Vera's path and refuses to leave. Bound by prophecy and a shared enemy, the two are thrown into a fragile alliance neither of them asked for.
Their journey spans the breadth of Skyrim, from crumbling caves to snowy peaks, from the mead-halls of the Companions to the mist laden streets of Dawnstar, and even into the spectral desolation of the Soul Cairn.
Together, they face foes both mortal and not-vampires, trolls, Falmer, and worse. But the greatest battle may be the one neither of them knows how to fight: the one against each other.
Saying they're willing to share you, and actually sharing you are two completely different things. Their idea is great!
In theory.
Instead of anything entirely comfortable and smooth you have bickering at meetings over you - instead of anything that actually matters - and who gets to have you for the week. The way they refer to you is still slightly objectifying, but you know that they don't know any better. Mia is the only person who seems to remember that - hey - you're a person.
Now you spend your mornings eating breakfast and trudging to the next lover's house and don't even talk about how much of a loud disaster it is when at the castle - those women can NOT share.
You've taken to lighting yourself on fire to assert your dominance over Angie though - so bright side.