My name Is Malrick Black, though, most know me as the Dragonborn, Or Storm Blade, Or 'The Feared', But, to be honest, I really don't like that last one. I am a man of Nordic decent, Tall, Large frame, Very muscular. I have long black hair that ends at my shoulders and a matching rough beard. My facial features have been described as attractive at times, depends on how much the woman has had to drink first. Last but not least, the ever present black war paint on my face, going down and across my left eye.
I am a Dovahkiin, or Dragonborn, this means I was blessed by Akatosh with the blood and soul of a dragon. The main perk to being Dovahkiin is that the draconic language comes naturally to me; within the Dragon Tongue are words of power that can be formed into a powerful “Shout”. However this requires a complete understanding of the true meaning of the words used, But, as Dragonborn, when I kill a dragon I absorb their soul and their knowledge of the words from said soul.
Now, I bet your wondering why I'm telling you this. I have my reasons. But that's not Important now. What matters now Is what I'm about to tell you, so, listen carefully and get comfortable, this might take a while....
Hazard Fictions Proudly Presents...
A None-Canon My Little Pony Fanfic...
My Little Pony: Ancients of our Past
I inhaled the crisp mountain air deeply, letting It cool my lungs and give me sense of calmness as I walked through the town of Winterhold. I was happy. With a belly full of mead and a hot meal, who wouldn't?
As I made my way out of town and towards the stable, I started to whistle a toon I had heard at the College. Never knew J'zargo could play the lute, that feline never ceases to amaze me.
At the moment, I was wearing one of my many different sets of armour. This one consisted of full Ebony plate, not Including the helmet, and Otar, one of the seven Dragon Priest masks of power.
This one In particular was my favorite. It helps me resist the elements better, and when I say resist I mean Ive been lit on fire and only felt It AFTER I killed the sorry milk-Drinker who did It.
But Talos damnit, It hurt when It did.
Speaking of the deity, around my neck hung a amulet with his name and a prayer, a token I never parted with.
As I arrived at the stables, I paid the keeper a couple gold pieces and he disappeared Into the large stone barn. Only to return a couple of moments later with my prize steed, Shadowmere.
The second the demonic stallion saw me, he shook his way out of the keepers grip and ran up to me. He stopped Infront of me and raised his head high, practically radiate pride. Well, darkness anyway. I blew the dark cloud away, almost comically, before patting him on the side of the neck and asking "Miss me, boy?"
The creature of nightmares shook my hand away but nodded none the less. I smiled, It was amazing how smart he was, though, the fact that he has been around ALOT longer then me, I wasn't surprised.
I gave his neck a couple more pats before going over to his side and climbing Into the saddle. I grabbed the reins and directed my steed down the path that lead to Windhelm, the thoughts of my warm bed In my equally warm house, that I had spent a small fortune on, filling my head.
This Is Just a Test chapter, I want some people to tell me what they think first before I will continue. I'm not quite sure where this Is going, so don't hat on me If Its not to your liking. Anyway, rate, comment and all that other jazz.
