Ysarth the watcher
High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
Hi guys! I have decided that I must start a Skyrim-based fictional book/thread based on my character. Any criticism is appreciated. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The ground was cold and smooth. Many people, who looked like his mom and dad, were running around. A roar deafened his ears. He sat on his haunches and cried like he had never before, for the thundering sound from the sky shook the earth and attacked his ears viciously. He could feel the tears run down his smooth cheeks, feeling like ants going up and down, tearing off pieces of his eyes and carrying them back to their home. The stones were hard and dug into into the soft skin on his toes and feet. He looked up. Through the blurred vision he saw people running about like flies being chased from their rotting meat. Another roar, but this time is was a background noise to the loud ringing that now dominated the inside of his innocent, pointed ears. The tears obscured the dancing of blurred flames which he now saw; dancing as if filled with joy, but that could not be so, for all he felt was pain and the ringing was horrible.
Ysarth sat down and wished to cry a thousand times over but his tears were no longer there and something dark had just perched itself onto an object near his face. A crow? It was a dark-coloured creature, looked much like a crow and it was almost close enough to touch, if he wished.
He realised he was wrong for it was not a crow, and the roar it let out sounded nothing like any bird could ever make. Nor was it close, but far up, perched upon a tower top and the creature was big.
Suddenly, a hand gripped tightly around his tiny arm and jerked him up to his feet. He looked up to see a woman he remembered; a friend of his mother. She said something, but what it was he could not tell, only that her lips moved while she looked at him; the ringing drowned out whatever words sang from her mouth. She began pulling him forward. His legs barely kept up. He saw brown gates coming closer and he could feel the heat of the happy flames following behind him closely.
Chapter 1
The ground was cold and smooth. Many people, who looked like his mom and dad, were running around. A roar deafened his ears. He sat on his haunches and cried like he had never before, for the thundering sound from the sky shook the earth and attacked his ears viciously. He could feel the tears run down his smooth cheeks, feeling like ants going up and down, tearing off pieces of his eyes and carrying them back to their home. The stones were hard and dug into into the soft skin on his toes and feet. He looked up. Through the blurred vision he saw people running about like flies being chased from their rotting meat. Another roar, but this time is was a background noise to the loud ringing that now dominated the inside of his innocent, pointed ears. The tears obscured the dancing of blurred flames which he now saw; dancing as if filled with joy, but that could not be so, for all he felt was pain and the ringing was horrible.
Ysarth sat down and wished to cry a thousand times over but his tears were no longer there and something dark had just perched itself onto an object near his face. A crow? It was a dark-coloured creature, looked much like a crow and it was almost close enough to touch, if he wished.
He realised he was wrong for it was not a crow, and the roar it let out sounded nothing like any bird could ever make. Nor was it close, but far up, perched upon a tower top and the creature was big.
Suddenly, a hand gripped tightly around his tiny arm and jerked him up to his feet. He looked up to see a woman he remembered; a friend of his mother. She said something, but what it was he could not tell, only that her lips moved while she looked at him; the ringing drowned out whatever words sang from her mouth. She began pulling him forward. His legs barely kept up. He saw brown gates coming closer and he could feel the heat of the happy flames following behind him closely.