STRONG-HEART, VALGIER

[valgier strong-heart .]

VALGIER STRONG-HEART .

VALGIER STRONG-HEART . VAL . AGE IS IRRELIVANT TO HIM . NORD . HOUND OF HIRCINE . NEUTRAL N/A . WEREWOLF . HETEROSEXUAL . N/A .

[atrb=border,0,true] I can remember the first hunt, the smell of fear and the sight of terror on my brothers' faces. They were horrified by the sight of me and all I could remember thinking was that I must kill them. Unaware of my transformation and unawar of my appearance, I chased after them, roaring and snarling like a beast. My blood ran hot and my ears listened well - too well for a mere Nede; but I did not care, for all that I wished for was the hunt. Dead flesh and blood, like a battlfield, I awoke to the sight of my brothers in pieces around me. My memory was clear and fine, I knew that this was my doing; I knew that I had murdered those of whom I held so dear. The agony ran deeper than ore that ran through mine, for I had never wished for this to happen. Though, as I looked upon the man in front of me, I knew that what I was given was a gift. He revealed himself to me as Hircine, the prince of the Hunt. We had warshiped him for generations and I was blessed to lay eyes upon him. Bowing to him, I give my flesh, my bones and my will over to him. For it was I who was one of the first, it was I who spread the disease like a wildfire, though my children never truly became like myself. Each one of them succumbed to something as simple as a wound to the heart. It pained me to see them so weak. And as the ages went on, they became much weaker, much more reckless; it disappointed myself and my guardian, though he seemed to hold an emotion such as love towards us. Every thousand years, I would return, with my children, to Solstheim, an island between Morrowind and Skyrim. The hunting game was something o look forward to, something to carry on for; it gave my children and I a chance to truly be the creation we had become. Sadly, many of my fellow wolves would die during the hunting season and I would be left alone once more. I never truly seeked love, just the feeling of a warm bed with a warm body beside my own. Comforting and void-filling, I would sleep with plenty of women in an attempt to rid myself of loneliness - until I met her. A child of Molag Bal, a woman of whom was forbidden to me - a woman who became so much more tempting because of it. Many knew of the rivlary between the two daedric princes, so it only made sense that they would send their first children after one another. I was prepared to slaughter her, to kill her and make her just another one of my victims. The hunt was great and it would only be complete by killing her and showing my prince her head. Though, when I finally saw her, finally sensed her and smelled her, there was nothing I could od but watch her. Grace and beauty came about her and all I could think to myself was that she was like me, doomed to a life of immortality and death of those around her. If not my war or battle, then my time itself, making them grow old and drop in front of her. I had already lost so many to time and was slightly comforted by the fact that she was of the same as myself. It was evident that she felt the same, to some extent. For when we had finally come face to face, doomed to kill one another, I was unable to do any harm to her and she to me. Instead, we spoke no words and shared each other in the purest form that two being could. Her skin was cold, just her heart was and I knew, after we had finished, that we would never be together - we would never be able to sjow our true emotions. We went our seperate ways and stayed away from one another, even though Hircine asked for her head; he still wishes for it. I can not kill her, not knowing what I do about her. It is not in the sense of that I know her history or what she had done, it is of what I know in terms of emotion, in terms of feeling for her. There is no denying that there is affection in my heart towards her. I continued my life, realizing that I wished for the same feeling that woman had given me. I married more time than I can remember, each one of them bending to the will of time, each one bending to the will of death. No one can ever tell me they are lonely - they have never felt true loneliness; to walk amongst the people of Tamriel and having none of them know who you are, having none of them remember when your birth. I am older than time seemed to be, itself and I still walk among mortals, as one of them. Being on of the first, I am able to change at will; I am impervious to mere mortal's weapons and the silver-hand give me nothing but amusement. Many have tried to play me and all have failed miserably; I can only be killed by one and she is now banished and imprisoned, locked away and forgotten in time, just like everyone else. Many would assume that someone of my age has lost all sense of time, all sense of emotion, just echoes of what they once were. I have not; the name Valgier Strong-Heart was given to me by Hircine, for he knew my heart was strong with mortal feeling for even after more than several ages, I still feel mortal.

WILLY WONKA GAVE HIS FACTORY TO ME.

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