Second generation pure royalty
Fourth Beta of the Dark Brotherhood
You yawn, blinking up at the afternoon sky. It's been a long day of making rounds about the Dawnstar Sanctuary, observing the lives of the Dark Brotherhood initiates.
Stretching gracefully, you stand and shake the dust from your fur. You carefully pad around the Hunting parties that are beginning to gather in the main sanctum to recieve their bounties, instead heading over to where wolves are milling about in the corners of the cavern.
As you draw near, you spot an initiate you haven't met yet. He's broad-shouldered, with shaggy fur and a sharp face. You identify him as one of the first Night Mother's children almost immediately. Her looks certainly ran strong in her blood.
"Hail, initiate." You nod as you approach. He glances at you, quickly scanning you up and down. With the raise of an eyebrow, he accepts your greeting.
"It's been awhile since an outsider has been allowed in the Brotherhood." He grunts as he lifts himself into a sitting position. "I'm Strivor."
"Strivorβ¦" You think for a moment, pondering the name. "Ah, I know you. You Hunt with the Reach."
A faint ghost of a smile crosses his face. "Sure, that's right."
"I bet you see some gorgeous sights while out in the field this time of the year, huh?"
"Yeah⦠yeah. I take my pup with me sometimes - Eagle, have you met her? She loves visiting the gorge in the spring, when the red river flows through."
"Sounds like a cute kid. You're lucky to have her."
"I really am." He sighs, and you notice that he seems a bit less grouchy than before. Maybe all the Brotherhood needed to cure their cruelty was a nice friend to talk to.
