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MIRAAK

Look at him. If anyone knows how to preserve quality, please LMK...I hate that its muddy.

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Husbands

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Teldryn drawing I did years ago when Dragonborn DLC first came out and he captured my heart, the cynical bastard.

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Miraak and Isira pt.11

"Why are you taking me to this...Telvanni?" Miraak asked as he eyed the magical elevator suspiciously. "He was the only person to know who you were when I first came to Solstheim. He is very old and clever, though I'm not sure about his wisdom, his curiosity sometimes threatens to get the best of him." Isira replied, scratching behind her ear.

"That doesn't explain-"

"Why are you dawdling at my door? Come up at once or leave!" Snapped Neloth from above.

Miraak's face twisted ever so slightly with irritation. Isira squeezed his hand and looked at him pleadingly. He sighed and rubbed his blind eye. "Alright..." he muttered. "Calm." He added, looking at her with his one blue eye. He was ready to move on and get whatever this was over with.

"What in Sheogorath's twisted knickers is going on down there? Isira is that you? Who have you brought into my home... their magical footprint is....well, something is going on and I demand answers!" Neloth screeched from high above.

Isira let go of Miraak and floated up the magical elevator. Master Neloth was standing waiting for her, arms crossed. "I'm sure you plan on explaining to me what you've...." his voice trailed off as his eyes fell on Miraak as the imposing nord landed on the platform. He noticed immediately the dragon priest robes and placed his observations together in a wary assumption that this was Miraak.

"Oh Isira, what have you done- or should I say well done?" His beady red eyes inspected the nord with relished interest.

Gathering his composure quickly, the dunmer crossed his arms and narrowed his already small eyes. "You have brought him here for a purpose, I presume? And not just for gawdy show and tell." Neloth observed. "For I would have much to discuss with you, Miraak. Much indeed."

"I know who you are." Miraak stated flatly. His voice authoritative as usual. Neloth stared at him with interest. "You reisted." Miraak added, icily.

Neloth chortled under his breath. "Do You think I am a common bandit? No- I'm quite NOT sorry that I didn't help your corruption of the stones. You do have me to thank for sending her to your temple, though." Neloth cackled, amused.

Miraak remembered reading about Neloth in journals he found in Apocrypha.

"Yes, well now that....um, introductions are out of the way, we need your help." Isira pursed her lips gravely, her eyes plaintive.

"Of course you do.." Neloth sneered. "Fine, but Miraak agrees to answer some questions of mine."

Miraak nodded reluctantly in agreement.

The grumpy squad

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Miraak and Isira + friends pt.10

Miraak's mastery of the thu'um had been demonstrated quite thoroughly. Isira's company walked their horses at steady pace, each of them processing the gravity of the situation and worrying.

Isira's newly-adopted dragon priest boytoy was powerful-very powerful. He had utterly destroyed dangerous Ash Spawn and multiple vengeful cultists alike, with little trouble. Isira didn't even dismount Frost as he demolished them. Some of the company were having their doubts that she could contain Miraak should he decide to reinstate his old goals. Hermaeus Mora surely would not be so forgiving and simply help her again.

J'zargo and Teldryn exchanged knowing looks multiple times. Rumarin was not himself the entire morning, and this did naught but unsettle the entire company. His lighthearted and friendly nature were critical to morale. Rumarin was quiet and watchful. He was much more serious than he had ever been.

Lucien wondered what had transpired at Isira's manor. Teldryn had his suspicions that the three were involved somehow. Inigo had shut them up. The inn was not a place to be discussing their leader's personal details and the name "Miraak" was best unmentioned. Lucien was glad that Inigo was wise and brave, because the rowdy group needed to be reined back, and Lucien wasn't the one for the job. Now, though? The situation wasn't amusing or funny...for they had seen.

While the stories about Ulfric had been utter hyperbole, Miraak can and did shout people to not only pieces, but to dust, froze them solid, and other horrors with deft precision. Miraak's voice made Lucien's hair stand on his neck. His weapons were another fright altogether. The nord was terrifying, though Lucien really did want to ask him so many questions. Many, indeed.

The imperial adjusted his glove. His narrow fingers were just a tad too small for them and it irritated him to no end.

Lucien had dutifully kept record of his adventures with Isira and her company. Isira knew, and was competent, in quite a vocabulary of shouts, but she only really favored two that she would use occasionally. Miraak was over four thousand years old...had studied in Hermaeus Mora's great apocrypha for most of that time. The nord appeared to be in his thirties. It was safe to assume, he was probably much more powerful than dear Isira. Lucien couldn't make the math work for Isira's favor. He could only hope destiny had reigns on the situation and for better, not worse.

The tallest cap of Tel Mithryn came into view. Isira nudged Frost into a canter and the company followed suit. A great cloud of ash dust rolled past them as they halted their horses at the base of the great fungal fortress.

Teldryn was exited to see what the old Telvanni had to say about this. He was prepared to be thoroughly entertained, but then Isira, cruelly asked for them to wait outsiden with the horses. Even Rumarin had to stay. Rumarin looked dejected, but he did not protest. Teldryn furrowed his brows. "Fiiiine, just leeeave me here.." he lamented. Isira smiled at him but left him all the same.

Isira held the nord's hand and led him inside the Tel.

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Vahlok: here you will die traitorous brother...

Vahlok: (sarcastic) "Loyal Ally"

There, that's a little better. What's in my mind instead of expecting you to imagine it. This is just before Mora scoops him up.

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Might try sketching out some comics of the funnier bits of their misadventures

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Isira and Miraak +Rumarin ep.9

Isira blinked and opened her eyes. Rumarin was curled up next to her, his hair a mess over his pillow. She leaned up on her arm and kissed him gently.

She sat up and stretched and was surprised to find Miraak asleep on the other side. On his back, one arm across his chest, and completely nude.

'I'll have to get him something to wear while I have those disgusting robes and leathers of his cleaned.' She thought standing up.

She compared the nord to the altmer. 'Hmm... they are very nearly the same height. Rumarin a tad taller and broader in the shoulder. Miraak heavier overall, but still very similar. I bet...' Isira looked at the wardrobe nearby and walked to it and opened it.

She pulled it open and looked through Rumarin's things and pulled out a black tunic and dark brown leather breeches.

She laid them across his waist and smiled as she made her way up the stairs.

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Rumarin woke and upon feeling no Isira next to him he slung his arms wide for a nice big stretch....and struck something- suspiciously fleshy-quite hard with the back of his hand. He thought he had hit Isira, but the bellowing, followed by an explosion in the room, followed by a whirlwind of random household items, furniture and clothes, followed by the angry glaring of a naked nord, explained to him acutely, his error of thinking.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Rumarin chanted frantically, his palms up in attempt to propitiate Miraak who looked prepared to kill him.

Isira lept down the stairs her silver eyes huge with worry. She slid to a stop and beheld the absolute disaster of the room. "Miraak did you use the thu'um in MY HOUSE?" She snarled.

"He... struck me." Miraak growled through clenched jaws, his tone icy.

"Please, forgive me.... I'm not used to... um, extra people in my bed. I was just stretching and..."

"Aarrrrgghhh!" Miraak's voice resounded through the halls of the dark elf manor. "I was having a very important dream, mey yuvonfallil...and you destroyed it!" Miraak seethed.

Isira quickly hopped over household debris and gently grabbed Miraak's hands and turned him away from Rumarin whose jaw was was still hanging.

Rumarin ran his hands through his hair and turned away in shock.

"Calm yourself, dragonborn." Isira commanded Miraak in the way he had done to her so many times before.

"Yes." He replied flatly, vitriol fading from his eyes. "It is difficult for me..." He started, but she put her fingers over his mouth. "You don't need to explain." She said quietly. "But please set Rumarin at ease, you could have killed him." Her words were gentle, but her eyes. They were narrow and afire.

She picked up the clothes she had found for him from the floor and put them in his arms.

"Both of you get ready and don't worry about the mess. I'll ask J'zargo to pick up for me. We are going to see Neloth."

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Miraak and Isira + Rumarin pt.8

Isira pulled off her boots and rubbed her sore feet. The past days events had been unbelievable, albeit not much of her life since coming to Skyrim was normal at all. It just got wilder on Solstheim.

Rumarin was washing his face in a large basin of water. His red blonde hair dark with wetness. His broad shoulders were bare and not yet dry.

Miraak was on the opposite side of the room, also bare chested. He still had his trousers and boots on and was leaned back engrossed in a Dwemer tome. His dark hair fell onto his shoulders loosely, freed from its leather tie, which was around his shapely wrist. Odd thing to notice, but Miraak had really handsome hands. He noticed her looking at him and looked back at her curiously.

The first time he had been anywhere close to 'adorable' and he nailed it, naturally.

She smiled to herself and went to the basin to wash up. Her long silver hair began to shine again as she washed and combed out the ash. Rumarin came up to her and took the comb and began gently running it through the ends. "You know I always do this for you." He said softly.

She sighed. "How did I end up in a lady's fantasy book?" She asked, genuinely curious how the hell she ended with these two men. Rumarin smiled. "I'm flattered you think I'm attractive enough to be in a lady's novel," he chuckled, "but you're the dragonborn and a bad ass in general. You get whatever you want, and that includes fool elves and legendary dragonborn nords, I guess." Rumarin set the comb down and braided her hair. "I love you, you know." Isira said, her eyes closed and head tilting to one side with drowsiness.

"I know, an honest mistake, I'm sure." He replied. "I love you too. There all done."

She turned around and put her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.

"Let's get some rest." Rumarin said wrapping his arms around her.

They laid down on the luxury bed Isira had inherited from the ousted Severins -along with their entire dunmer-style manor.

Miraak had been watching them. Isira saw him still in the chair. "Can he come too?" She whispered to Rumarin. "Of course." He replied quietly nearly already asleep.

Isira beckoned to the nord to come lay next to her. He seemed unsure at first but quickly made up his mind.

He laid on his back, taking up the entire remaining half of the bed. He turned and looked at her, his face inscrutible, turned back to look at the curved ceiling and then closed his eyes.

She realized what a heavy burden she was responsible for. Once Miraak adjusted to living back in the mortal world, she may not have the same effect on him. She didn't understand what Kynareth wanted her to do. Miraak was powerful and she didn't think he would just forget about his plans after obsessing about them for thousands of years, and what of Mora?

She would have to ask Miraak directly. He would know the answer to both of these questions. Isira thought of Neloth. He would love to meet Miraak and would probably scold her all the same.

Miraak turned onto his side and stared at her, as was his custom, most of the time he looked at her.

"I can feel you. You are worrying." He tried to speak quietly. It wasn't really successful.

"I am." She admitted, Rumarin snoring softly behind her.

He looked at her for a moment, but then he got up and walked out of the room. Isira lay there for a moment. That certainly didn't set her mind to ease. What was he up to?

She gently rolled out from under Rumarin's arm and stepped out onto the chilly floor. Grabbing a fur cloak and wrapping it around her, she walked around the manor looking for him.

She found him preparing a hot bath. He had probably never made his own bath before. She was sure he would have had slaves or servants to do such mundane things for him. Even so, he worked expertly and in no time the stones of the bath were steaming hot. He untied his trousers and threw them into a bucket. Isira, of course, admired him. He was beautiful.

He stepped into the water and made himself comfortable, leaning his head back on the stone rim and stretching his legs out in the large bath. Miraak looked very comfortable indeed.

He finally opened his eyes and looked as her. "You fear what I still might do." His voice cut through the silence like a lightning bolt in the dead of night.

"Yes." She spoke softly, studying his face.

He didn't reply, but sank deep into the water until he disappeared. Miraak emerged a moment later, his dark hair plastered to his face and neck.

Isira set her cloak down and walked to a small dwarven cabinet and retrieved a small box containing sponges, soaps, and herbs.

He watched her as she came and sat next to him. She looked him in his one blue eye as she applied soap to the sponge.

"Allow me.." she cooed, as she gathered his long hair and began washing it gently. "Tell me about your life, Miraak." She asked firmly. Isira thought of the poor souls in the cages at his temple. She had read and heard stories of the cruelty of dragon priests and fought many of their spectres.

Miraak growled then submerged to rinse his hair of Isira's handiwork. When he reemerged she gathered and wringed the long dark hair and rolled it up into ball and secured it with a netch leather strap. She handed him the sponge. "Tell me about your life before Hermaeus Mora."

He looked at her in silence, then as if remembering was painful, his face distorted. "I don't know where to begin." He admitted. For Miraak, using words and phrases that indicated any sort of weakness did not come easy for him. He seemed to know intuitively that Isira would detect anything other than absolute authenticity.

"Were you born into being a dragon priest?" She asked curiously.

Miraak took the sponge and began scrubbing his skin as he thought about her questions and how he would answer them.

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Miraak and Isira pt.7

Rumarin noticed. He knew.

"Excuse me, Inigo. I'll be right back. Got to..well you know." The altmer said jokingly, feigning drunkeness.

"Okie." Inigo chuckled and went to talk to Lucien.

Rumarin started down the corridor and he didn't make it far before he could hear them. His heart sank. Of course he couldn't compete with mister legendary dragonborn, angry boy from the past where everyone was a hero.

But he loved her and would do anything for her. He decided to confront them. He wouldn't be surprised if Miraak killed him right there on the spot, and Rumarin didn't care.

He rounded the corner. The tall elf cast a shadow over his fiance and her legendary lover making his final thrusts. Miraak saw him, but paid him no mind.

Isira stood up slowly and pulled her silken tunic over her head. The nord tightened his belt and strode past the altmer like he didn't exist.

Rumarin stood there facing her. She felt small but she did not feel guilty. "I'm sorry if this hurt you." She said quietly. "It's far more complicated than it seems..." she added, knowing he probably would believe nothing she said to him.

He walked up to her slowly and took her chin. "I just don't want to lose you. Sex...is just sex, but love. Love is complicated." His voice was soft and elegant. Such are the differences between men and mer. She exhaled loudly. "Rumarin..I.." he didn't let her finish. He kissed her. He was so soft and smelled so good, gentle but firm. There was no divine hallucinations, but she didn't want them. With him there was acute presence. Nothing but being with him.

Rumarin kissed her deeper and more aggresively and she responded in kind. He was so very soft and strong with his kissing. She was in ecstasy under the touch of his lips and tongue.

Miraak was sitting at the table and watched them with his ever intense gaze.

Then Rumarin picked her up against the curved wall of the cornerclub and ran his hand under her tunic. She whimpered under his touch and encouraged him. He skillfully unlaced her short pants so he could push them aside, and he slowly penetrated her, her long legs hanging over his arms.

They had their moment and when they were finished, Rumarin kissed her. "I love you, Isira. Please don't forget." He set her back down on her feet and helped her with her tunic. He looked down at her with his pale eyes. She looked up back and him and chuckled. "I love you too, you fool." He laughed softly and tied his jerkin up as he walked past Miraak meeting his gaze. There was a message in their eyes and each understood eachother perfectly.

Isira stood in the corner for a moment. "I hope no one else comes back here." She said quietly, tying her tunic.

-And for the first time in many, many years, Miraak laughed at a joke.

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Miraak and Isira pt.6

Night was falling over Solstheim. The wind was chilly and relentless. Most of the company were busy tucking away their meals, enjoying Sadri's infamous sujamma, and enjoying one-another's company.

Isira felt torn. Inigo and Rumarin were playing cards and having wonderful and hilarious conversation. J'zargo and Teldryn were sharing stories with a local Dunmer woman. Lucien was singing and playing the lute as was his custom at dinner.

She glanced at the lonely looking shadow at the back of the corridor. Isira nudged Rumarin. "I must go to him." She kissed Rumarin on the cheek and pushed her chair to the table quietly. Everyone noticed her leave, but didn't stop what they were doing.

Her instincts told her it was dangerous to leave him alone.

Miraak watched her approach and sit at his dusty, wobbly table. His eyes were hungry and she felt naked under his gaze. She met his gaze and held it, it was difficult, but she did. The man was terrifying. She imagined him bending mortals and dragons alike to his will under the crushing power of his gaze. No thu'um needed.

"Mortals should not have the power that you have." She said finally.

"You have it." He said sharply.

"You know better than that." She said barely above a whisper. He glared at her in silence, then his eyes softened and he looked almost sad.

"I need you..." he muttered, his voice deep and melancholy. They were difficult words for him to say. "Its the only thing that makes this world...tolerable." He added, his face becoming harsh again, teeth gritted. "It almost hurts..." he seethed.

"The place we go...it feels like divinity-the opposite of this... this place." Miraak looked with contempt at the other patrons.

He inhaled deeply and held her hand in between his, and focused his gaze on her again. "I want to tear...this world..apart to get what I want, and I want you." He was steely and focused as a tiger on prey. Her blood ran cold at his words and she found herself being wrapped up in that euphoria that had happened before. With those words she was unlocked. She was as ravenous as he. In an instant.

Isira got up from her chair and walked backwards from the table to the small corner just out of view. Miraak was still seated, unsure of what she was up to until he was sure when she pulled off her silken tunic and stood mostly nude daring him to come to her.

And he did. Like on owl's wings, he descended on her. He seized her and kissed her deeply. They felt the winds and cool rain of past kalpas, the warm sunshine of a thousand mornings at once, everything. Then she saw him, his head held up, his eyes closed, and he was breathing shallowly as if he were to cry.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered.

She furrowed her brows, confused. Isira held him close and squeezed him hard and she ran her fingers through his dark hair. "The place." She whispered. "Yes.." he replied softly.

Music and laughter rang out through out the corner club. She looked out and no one had noticed their absence. She looked back to find Miraak staring at her again. She felt overwhelmed by him again. 'Gods he looks delicious.' She thought, as she leaned in and kissed him, biting his lip.

That sent him over the edge and he growled, pushing her over in front of him. And with that, he roughly fucked her a few paces from her friends, Rumarin included.

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Miraak and Isira pt.5

Rumarin narrowed his watering blue eyes as they focused on the shapely form belonging to Isira as she stood atop the ash hill alongside a towering nord. Rumarin focused his attention on the stranger. The nord's robes were strange and based on the dragon shouting Rumarin had heard, it was no ordinary nord. "Wonderful." He muttered sarcastically with his Alinorian accent. Rumarin reluctantly began walking towards them.

Miraak shealthed his sword and looked to Isira who was telling him to relax with her eyes, cool as winter moons.

Rumarin slowly walked up to Isira and took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, eyeing Miraak. "I'm glad you're back and.." He grabbed her gently and looked her over. "Seem to be in one piece." He finished. "Things...went well? I'm assuming?" He asked continuing to look at Miraak. 'Gods be, this nord is good looking.' Rumarin thought. 'Great.' He chewed on his cheek.

Isira looked between them both. So far so good, at least on Rumarin's side of things. Miraak was silent and glaring at Rumarin. Isira decided that was as good as it was going to get.

"Yea I'm fine. I missed you." She said hugging him.

"As you can clearly see, I've brought him back with me. He's on our side." She said matter-of-factly looking at her companions' faces.

Teldryn erupted into laughter. "Bahahaha haha sheh heh" He cackled. "Is that sooo?" He replied with his ever critical and singsong tone.

Isira felt Miraak tense up before he even moved. "Miraak" she said his name sharply, looking at him with intensity as he stepped forward aggressively.

Lucien and J'zargo stepped back, shuffling behind Inigo and Teldryn.

"Do not piss it off, foolish dark elf. It will dragon shout at us." J'zargo hissed.

"My friend, I trust you know what you are doing. I trust you. If you say he is friend, then that is what he is. We should leave this place quickly." Inigo always had her back.

She smiled at him. "Thank you Inigo." She gently pulled herself from Rumarin's arms and grabbed Miraak by the glove and brought him forward towards the group.

"This..this is Miraak. The first dragonborn." She announced to them. Miraak stood tall and regal as he always did.

"FROM THE MERETHIC ERA??!" Screeched Lucien with unbridled exitement. Inigo covered his ears. "Ziss'vo!!" yowled J'zargo also covering his own tufted ears.

Miraak looked at Isira with incredulous indignation. "Yes." She replied quietly. "Please, treat him with great respect and kindness. He has been through much and has been away for a very long time from our world. And please, I beg you. Do not piss him off."

Lucien, surprisingly came forward and offered his hand staring up in awe at the tall nord. "It is truly an honor to meet you, as a scholar, I am at your disposal if you need any information abou-"

"I have read every book from your world and more, that will never be." Miraak said coldly but then gave his hand to the small imperial man.

Lucien's lip quivered a moment. He nodded politely and stepped back. "Thank you Lucien." Isira smiled.

"He's very intimidating." Lucien whispered to Inigo.

"Hello Miraak, I am Rumarin." The Altmer bowed politely.

"You mean much to her." Miraak stated flatly, his eyes boring into Rumarin. "I'm..uh...gladdened to hear it." Rumarin replied awkwardly. He looked to Isira, his eyes full of worry.

Isira's faint smile pulled flat. She could feel undertones of threat in Miraak's demeanor.

Miraak was used to getting his way. For thousands of years he got his way. It was going to be a dangerous habit to break.

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Miraak and Isira pt.4

The young forest was made up of all small trees. The sparse canopy of the yellow-leaved trees started just above Miraak's height. Light from the morning sun shone in at an angle, illuminating the mossy ground beneath, or perhaps it was algae, growing on the ash.

Isira stooped and took a sample for later.

They walked together in silence for a long while. Each in thought, still trying to process what had happened.

"I'm not ready to go back yet." She said stopping, her eyes following a small trail leading off into the woods towards a rock cliff.

"You mean that you do not trust me." He turned and faced her, staring. 'Why did he always do that?' She thought. 'He is always staring through me.'

"If I make you uncomfortable, why did you ask me to keep my mask off?" He quipped with impatience. Isira took a deep breath and strode quietly to him, taking his hand in hers.

"Miraak, I am glad that we did not kill each other. I am glad that you are here with me, but you are still a terrifying ancient Nordic...villian..." her voice faded into a whisper. His placid visage was unyielding, but she could feel that particular designation was bothering him.

"We are going to change that, but please know that others, especially ones that are going to know who you are, are going to be wary of you. I am here for you. I am pledged to bring you back to light and back to focus from Kynareth herself." She moved his dark hair away from his strong face and gazed at him. She didn't think a human could be so handsome.

Before she could react he put his arms around her and kissed her.

The swirling sounds of rushing wind and water....the shifting of mountains...the sounds of time, the sounds of life, all played in her head. She was there, being kissed by Miraak and also nowhere....eternal....somehow.

It was over. She was back. In his arms, facing his unsmiling, ever stoic face.

"You saved me." He said finally. "There is much to be done and I'm glad that you are here with me. I will try not to disappoint. I am....unused to following another's direction." He said carefully.

"Thank you.." She said quietly, looking up at him.

She pulled away and appraised him at arm's length. "We will be meeting my group of companions. These are my most trusted followers." Isira said flatly.

"An Altmer, by name of Rumarin. He is my lover before you. He is sweet natured and will probably be terrified of you." Miraak said nothing, but crossed his arms.

"There is Inigo. He is my best friend. A Khajiit. Teldryn Sero, a dunmer obsessed with cleanliness and cynicism. J'Zargo, a Dagi-raht khajiiti wizard, and Lucien, an imperial scholar." She watched the nord with her silver eyes. "These are my company. Please do not harm them and do not mind their tongues."

"You have no Nordic followers?" He asked in an astonished tone.

Isira raised a brow with a smirk.

A crunching of ash and there was quick movements. Isira reached for Shadowsong and nocked an arrow searching for a target.

Seekers!

Miraak was already in action fighting a lurker. Isira dispatched three seekers before running back to Miraak's position. He was destroying cultists and seekers alike. The huge lurker lay dead and was leaking its acrid body fluids out onto the ash in black rivers.

Miraak's voice rang out. His thu'um was beautiful and strong. She watched him... the first Dragonborn. He was magnificent. Of course, the minions of Hermaeus Mora stood no chance.

The noise of the battle had gathered attention of a nearby camp and figures were running up the hillside.

Miraak cursed in what sounded like Dovahzul. He sheathed his terrible tentacled sword. Isira would never get used to that thing. "Damned Mora will never give up until he has one of us to feed him dragon souls." He yelled angrily, growling with frustration.

"We will deal with it." She tried to calm him.

The people from the camp were coming into view now and she saw in slowed time the looks of astonishment on her companion's faces as they approached.

Miraak drew his sword and stood tall. "Miraak, no! They are my friends!"

Her band of companions stopped a safe distance away and watched with horror and amazement.

"Isn't that the evil Nordic dragonborn, servant of Hermamora. What is it doing with Isira?" Asked tiny J'Zargo, looking up expectantly at Rumarin.

Rumarin stood silently, his jaw dangling, with a hand ruffling his long reddish blonde hair.

"Looks like she's brought home a stray." He finally said with exasperation.

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Miraak and Isira pt.3

His eyes opened and blinked and for a moment, he thought he was having another of Mora's tortuous dreams- but it wasn't. The aurora was shining like a silk ribbon across the dark ashen sky. His blue eye shined with its reflection, his blind eye reflected nothing. He brought his hands to his chest. Naked. Real.

He was free and alive. Miraak sat up. Remembering the events of the past day. His battle with Isira, Mora, and escape from the Apocrypha.

Isira. The last dragonborn.

He turned and met her silver eyes. They shone brightly in the rich light of the Solstheim night. She was still naked as well. The lights highlighted her delicate elven form. She was lithe and muscular. Her silver hair fell in a long silken sheet across her back, shining in the multicolored light. Her arms were crossed and resting on her knees. She watched him silently, her expression contemplative.

"Something happened." He said finally, with his resonant voice.

Isira laughed softly. "Yes..it did."

He narrowed his eyes. He did not tolerate being made a fool of. "I mean, I heard voices, and felt some sort of divination before.." He snapped, standing quickly, his fists tightening as he faced her.

"Kynareth spoke to me." Isira replied calmly, not bothered by his angry display. She looked him over since he was offering the view. 'Damn..' she thought. 'How was she going to explain this to Rumarin." She averted her eyes.

"Kyne?" He replied, puzzled. For his experience was different...a dark voice had spoken to him. A powerful and ancient might, urged him to chase his animalistic desires. 'Take her and grow stronger.' He remembered. It wasn't Mora, it was...older.

She watched him as he relaxed and digested this revelation.

"Are we aspects of Kyne and Shor? The great Fox and Hawk." He muttered.

"You are wiser than I." Isira replied calmly as she gathered her armor. "You are very, very old." She added as she slipped into her underclothes. Miraak still stood as a statue. His mind at work.

"Time does not pass in the way it does on the mortal realm. If not for my power and Mora's....influence, I would have succumbed and become undead, as the seekers are." His voice was beautiful, like a divine. Isira thought. He was just a beautiful creature, even if he was half-blind and Apocrypha scarred. She thought of Rumarin. She would have to tell him what happened...and introduce them. She was afraid of what Miraak would say to her lover and companions.

"You have someone already." Miraak stated matter-of-factly. "You are afraid, Dragonborn." He picked up his mask from the ash and wiped it clean. "Fear no mortal man." He met her gaze. "We are bound by the true gods of this land. Your petty love-things mean nothing."

Isira slung Shadowsong onto her back and scowled at him as she approached, her face stony.

"Do not misunderstand." He stated authoritatively, his face close to hers. "I will not interfere with your....'life'....as long as it does not stand in the way of what must be done." His eyes were intense as usual.

Isira softened and looked away. "I still don't understand what is being asked of me." She admitted, looking out at the sea.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close and she did not resist him. "We must do as we are bid. We must." His words were true. Miraak was persuasive and exerted his influence effortlessly. She could imagine him every bit the cruel but charismatic ruler. "Why did we..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.

He grabbed her face, the soft leather of his gloves cradled her face and he looked deep into her eyes. "You felt it." He said intensely through his tightened jaw. He looked down and away then back at her. "I can't explain it, but I can't deny what I feel...when you flew in on Sahrotaar and walked to me, I felt I might fall to my knees. Me. The most powerful mortal creature in this world. I already knew you. I already....had feelings for you that were always there and never there....coexsisting." he whispered. He looked puzzled and his hand fell away from her face. "I am considerably weakened by this and yet when we are together...I feel invigorated. I don't understand why I'm telling you any of this." He tightened his jaw.

She could feel his anger rising. Without thinking she stroked his cheek with the softness of her hand. "All will be made clear, I'm sure." She whispered soothingly. "The important thing is that Hermaeus Mora was thwarted and whatever malignant plans you had died as well. You made it back without my soul."

"The weak always view the powerful as villains." He said defiantly, in his resonant voice. She eyed him suspiciously. She could feel he was very bitter about that, but that he was grateful to be free of Hermaeus Mora. "And there will be a cost..." He added quietly, his voice melancholy.

Isira turned from him, his eyes still following her.

She thought about his words, all of them. What Miraak had said about feelings... that's exactly the feeling she had with Rumarin.

What the hell was going on?

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[isirumarin]

Isira and Miraak pt.2

The battle was over for now. The first and last dragonborn sat silently together in the ash, each of them contemplating their existence.

Isira began preparing for a fire in silence. Miraak sat and watched Isira. His expression inscrutible. Warm flames erupted and lit up their faces with a warm glow. Isira could feel him...not read his thoughts but...feel the emotions linked to them. She could feel that he felt very....lost. 'I guess he's my responsibility now.' She thought, adding the last of the wood to the flames.

He glared at her. Maybe he could feel her feelings too. Great.

"I guess we have a unique sensitivity to eachother." Isira said flatly. No use in pretending it wasn't there.

"Why did you do this?" He said harshly. His eyes bored into hers like ice spikes. She could feel his frustration and confusion, and she channel calmness and feelings of relief. Maybe they could affect one another that way. He furrowed his dark brows and shook his head, moving his eyes to the flame.

"We are dragonborn... and you... you were the first. You cannot fall to darkness..." She said quietly.

"Do you know what I've done?" He snapped indignantly.

Isira stood up quickly moved to sit very close to him. She looked him in the face and drew close. Her silver eyes catching the light. A strange sensation washed over her and she could tell it took him as well. It felt like absorbing a soul...but something was different...

Both of them gasped as their accumulated soul energy flooded their consciousness like waters from hot springs. Euphoria engulfed her.

"What is happening..." She whispered. She could hear him breathing, but she could see nothing.

"You must bring him back, Isira. I have chosen you for this destiny. Save Miraak in a way only you can. The woman's way. He is powerful, but still a man. You know what to do. Bring him back." A powerful voice occluded all her thoughts and suspended her awareness. Kynareth had spoken to her. She knew it, but did not know how.

'I must bring him back.' She thought, her feelings of euphoria not subsiding, but her vision returned. Miraak was gazing at her with his intense eyes.

She must bring him back.

She leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was like spark to spilled fuel. He growled and grabbed her, pulling her to his lap. Their kissing was ferocious and passionate, each movement perfectly executed and intuitive. They felt as one. Their souls felt....intermingled. Their dance was flawless. Divinely ordained coupling could only be so. Isira felt hunger well up from deep inside as the feelings of euphoria made way for carnal desire. She untied her robes and sent them flying. All barriers must be destroyed. She pushed back his robes and reached down into his belt and untied it, she reached for him and found him ready. He growled again and she kissed him sweetly as she lowered herself to him. They became one and cold shivers ran through them both. The pleasure was so strong it was almost unbearable. Miraak gasped and sat still with her for a moment, then carefully set her down on the ash beneath him. She gasped as she looked up at him pulling his robes off. He was beautiful and terrible with his scars and corruption. He never left her body the entire time, and once he was free from encumberment, he lay close to her, his weight resting on a bent arm. He kissed her and arched his back slowly and then more aggressively. She tangled her fingers in his long dark hair. Her slender elven legs wrapped around him. The pleasure they experienced was beyond the ken of mortal flesh.

They made love on the ash, in the open, under the view of the gods.

After, Isira lay next to a man who hadn't slept in thousands of years, who was definitely taking advantage now.

'What am I doing?' She thought.

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[isirumarin]

Isira and Miraak pt.1

Sahrotaar landed with a heavy echo on the acrid latticework of the temple of the first dragonborn. Miraak stood waiting for her. She could sense him in a way she could sense the dragons...but his aura was a thousand-fold heavier.

His seeker-like dragon priest mask obscured his face. She approached confidently and stopped, tilting her head as they inspected eachother.

"I am sorry that you must die." He finally said. His voice was resonant, ringing with the power of the voice and with ancient Nordic accent. Isira involuntarily inhaled sharply. He was exerting some sort of strange pressure. The feeling threatened to engulf her, but at the same time, it felt...familiar. "I need your soul to return. There is no other way." He sad with sadness.

With astonishing swiftness, he sent her flying backwards and his voice rang again, covering Miraak in the Dragon Aspect.

Isira rolled to avoid his Thu'um and summoned her twin Daedric lords to keep his seekers busy as she faced Miraak again. She pulled out her bow Shadowsong and sent arrows his way as she danced around his powerful attacks. With a whirlwind sprint, she was on him.

"No." He said in surprise as she encased him in ice and then turned her attention to his daedric minions, the seekers. She was nearly out of arrows. Miraak freed himself from the ice quickly and grabbed her by the throat before she could react. His armored hands were like shackles around her neck, but he did not throttle her. The few seconds felt like an eternity. She helplessly gazed at the lifeless sad-looking eye slits of his mask.

"Hermaus mora is laughing at us, you know." He said with a hushed voice. He pulled her very close, the sounds of daedra fighting daedra seemed to be so very far away. She could hear his heavy breathing behind the mask. "Then stop this. Stop being his pawn. You are so much more." She whispered with sadness. He shook her and then pushed her down. "I need your soul." He said flatly.

"I'll save yours." She hissed, before rolling to her feet and unleashing her Thu'um.

"GOL HAH DOV" She shouted. Sending him to his knees.

"How...?" He yelled in astonishment. He resisted and reached for his terrifying sword.

"Gol HAH DOOOV" She repeated, knocking him back down. She could feel him wavering. Miraak was very strong. He gasped and tried to stand. Isira rushed up to him and seized him by the robes. Miraak staggered, still trying to resist, but he was too weakened to fight against her and her Thu'um. She grabbed the side of his dragon priest mask and flung it aside, depriving him of its enchantments.

She looked up at him with her jaw clenched. He looked down at her with deep blue eyes of like she had never seen before. The ancient nord had richly pigmented, dark brown hair cascading around his pallid skin and his face was cruelly handsome amd marked with corruption. He honestly terrified her. She felt like he could see right through her. The intensity in his eyes was hard to bear. "Gol hah DOV!" She shouted at him in his face and he fell backwards, catching himself with his arm. She stood above him, ready to battle, if he proved yet again to be resistant.

Hermaeus mora boomed angrily overhead. "NO!" Dozens of seekers and lurkers flooded the temple.

"Fight with me, Miraak. For your freedom..for your soul." She shouted holding out her hand as she watched the daedra descend upon them.

She felt his hand grasp hers.

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[isirumarin]

Mannimarco creates Isira, a highly complex living phylactery clone after stealing Divayth Fyr's secrets.

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