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Skyrim: Unrelenting
It's been weeks since the Battle of Whiterun...
...since learning she was the one issued the Greybeards' Summons. Distant kin of Martin Septim, of Talos Stormcrown, by virtue of divinely given bloodrights. The last Dragonborne. Dovahkin.
Her wounds were extensive...I worried every night that she'd pass.
And losing the last, greatest hope for mankind didn't even enter into my concern for her. Though I hid it, my worry was completely personal in nature.
She fears meeting them, the monks atop High Hrothgar. It would make her fate even more real, and she hates that. I cannot say I blame her. In a way, I understand. I was born of Noble blood, born into someone else's aspirations and dreams, poured like metal into a mold so that I could not determine my own shape, my own purpose.
Maybe because I understand, I offered to help her get a basic understand of Unrelenting Force once she was hale and hearty enough to not tear herself apart with the use of her Voice.
She's...impossible. Surely I didn't get thrown around like a ragdoll like she did! If I did, I owe Master Arngeir more respect than I have given him. Her gift is unfettered, uncontrolled, too much to handle for her...
The Cat flung herself into me, the force of her Thu'um pitching us both into a snowbank. She's all apology, all shaking apprehension...
...she's all I want. I've cut myself off from her, told myself it's a fool's thought to believe I could have more with her than I've had already. And yet, no matter how many potential queens I meet, how many of them hang on my arm...she's the one my eyes search for.
"Why are you wasting your time with me?" she says.
Girl, I don't waste my time. I'm a planner, a born strategist. As for what ends I'm attempting to meet, I'm not quite sure yet. All I know is that my plans changed on a wagon ride to Helgen, to my death, with a Common Cat who became so very Uncommon.
Cute comic practice from a while back. Don't worry, I'll draw Iona flinging herself around with Fus soon enough.
...since learning she was the one issued the Greybeards' Summons. Distant kin of Martin Septim, of Talos Stormcrown, by virtue of divinely given bloodrights. The last Dragonborne. Dovahkin.
Her wounds were extensive...I worried every night that she'd pass.
And losing the last, greatest hope for mankind didn't even enter into my concern for her. Though I hid it, my worry was completely personal in nature.
She fears meeting them, the monks atop High Hrothgar. It would make her fate even more real, and she hates that. I cannot say I blame her. In a way, I understand. I was born of Noble blood, born into someone else's aspirations and dreams, poured like metal into a mold so that I could not determine my own shape, my own purpose.
Maybe because I understand, I offered to help her get a basic understand of Unrelenting Force once she was hale and hearty enough to not tear herself apart with the use of her Voice.
She's...impossible. Surely I didn't get thrown around like a ragdoll like she did! If I did, I owe Master Arngeir more respect than I have given him. Her gift is unfettered, uncontrolled, too much to handle for her...
The Cat flung herself into me, the force of her Thu'um pitching us both into a snowbank. She's all apology, all shaking apprehension...
...she's all I want. I've cut myself off from her, told myself it's a fool's thought to believe I could have more with her than I've had already. And yet, no matter how many potential queens I meet, how many of them hang on my arm...she's the one my eyes search for.
"Why are you wasting your time with me?" she says.
Girl, I don't waste my time. I'm a planner, a born strategist. As for what ends I'm attempting to meet, I'm not quite sure yet. All I know is that my plans changed on a wagon ride to Helgen, to my death, with a Common Cat who became so very Uncommon.
Cute comic practice from a while back. Don't worry, I'll draw Iona flinging herself around with Fus soon enough.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Comics
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Gender Multiple characters
Size 1280 x 931px
File Size 1.19 MB
He's getting to where she's the only one who has a chance at a spot in his heart, for sure.
Sounds like it causes heart attacks from a sudden spike in blood sugar. =P
Man, I had missed this kind of stuff. I had deleted my Twitter so I had no idea how long you were disappearing for but damn is it good to see you again wielder lol
I'm a simp for your Iona x Ulfric content aaaaaa ♥ Your art is beautiful, and I adore how you draw Iona's peets! Making comics must be very hard. But I'm glad that you make them.
Iona's markings are even more striking in color (hint, hint).
Lol, if I took the time to color everything though, I"d get NOTHING done.
For me. that's true of so many things. That's why my short stories turn into novellas.
I often forget Ulfric is blonde until I see the colored version. It's been so long since I've played Skyrim xD I absolutely love your story and I love following it !
The shading and textures of Skyrim make it kinda hard to tell. But the base color is pretty blonde.
Thank you, man. You're such a good, supportive friend.
Thank you, man. You're such a good, supportive friend.
Iona: fought a walrus on an iceberg in a blizzard.
Also Iona: oh no don't look at me pretty boy I'm small and stupid!
Also Iona: oh no don't look at me pretty boy I'm small and stupid!
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