Daryl listened carefully to the two stories of both warriors, Daryl sat up and began to tell a story of his own. "When I was out rabbit hunting I saw a Chupacabra, it escaped before I could kill it but that's something." Daryl said, as he got ready to tell a bigger story, Oz laughed. "A Chupacabra?" Oz said, humour in his voice.
"What are you bringing at jackass?" Daryl said looking at Oz. "so you believe in a blood sucking dog?" Oz asked. "You believe in dragons flyin' around?" Daryl replied, with a quick comeback. "Anyway, can't say I have any impressive war stories but back when I was in whiterun, just walking through the streets a crying mother ran up, begging me to go looking for her daughter. I eventually did and seeing as how my brother had his usual run ins with the law he was locked up, couldn't get any help from him. She said bandits were gonna rape her, sell her or kill her. I tracked down the bandits and she was being sold off to necromancers.. A 14 year old girl.. Beaten to a pulp..being sold to necromancers.. The bandits left and alls I had to do was retrieve her from the necromancers. It was night, the air was cold.. The guards wouldn't do a thing.. I snuck around and managed to bring my knife to two of their skulls without being seen. The last 2 however saw their dead comrades, then rose them up to work for em.. Imagine dying only to have your friends bring you back as slaves.. Well the girl was in a cage, I snuck around and before I could free her the other two saw me, they had the dead ones with em too. I took down one of the living ones and his thrall died, the other thrall ran out of time and died. The last necro.. We were up in each others faces, he slammed me into the cage with the girl, and we threw punches fighting, he wasn't your average wizard no, he was way stronger than he should have been. That's when I realised.. He was a vampire. It was too late. He knocked me out cold, when I woke up in a cage the girl was a dead thrall. I barely escaped with my life, the girls mother had finally hired the companions. They saved my life. I went home that day, got wasted. Didn't sleep for three days."
There was a small pause.
Daryl stood up, "Anyone see the dark elf?" He looked around, the others did too. "I'm gonna go looking for him, can't be far."
"On your own?" Rose called out. "Better on my own" Daryl called back, without looking back. He hopped up on his horse and Rode off, in search for their fellow dragon hunter.
Daryl tracked for miles, the dark elves prints clear. He was in heavy armour, his prints were very clear even at night. Daryls search led till daylight, the elf had circled around to about 2k's from the camp. As Daryl was going along the trail a wolf jumped out and spooked the horse, it threw Daryl from its back and began running off. Daryl fell down a very steep hill, rolling down and banging his head. There was a small pond and Daryl landed near it. As he was falling however he lost his crossbow. An arrow managed to slip out and go right through Daryls back, causing a searing pain. Daryl got up, head spinning, and grabbed a large stick. He looked for his crossbow on the bottom of the pond using the large stick to feel for it and found it, bringing it up he put it on his back barely not touching the arrow that had pierced his flesh. He went to climb the steep cliff, grabbing at vines in the dirt and using some trees growing in the very steep hill. This hill could be classified as a small cliff, However it was sloped, and rocky. Daryl climbed very slowly, barely able to pull himself up.
"C'mon you've been through worse, stop being such a pussy" Daryl said to himself, trying to encourage himself to finish the climb. As Daryl neared the top he grabbed a vine, used both hands and as he pulled himself up its roots pulled out of the dirt and he fell backwards. Daryl tumbled down the steep hill, arrow still in him, smashing his head on the bottom. He was now bleeding the top left of his forehead. He passed out.
-30 minutes later-
As Daryl lay there in the dirt, blood on his head down the right side of his face, he heard footsteps approaching him. Merle walked over, right hand thumb in belt buckle, "why don't you pull that arrow out dummy, bind your wounds better." Daryl lay there, and smiled a little "Merle." Merle was on one knee looking over Daryl "haha mmm.. What's goin' on here?" Merle said as he scanned Daryls injuries. "You taking a siesta or somethin'?" Daryl had his eyes hardly open as he talked, "plopsty day bro." Merle chuckled a little, "might want me to get cha a pillow? Maybe rub ya feet" Merle said, his voice dripping with sarcasm with the last part. "Screw you" Daryl let out, softly as it was a little hard to speak. "Haha, you're the one screwed from the looks of it. All them years I spent tryna make a man of ye, and this what I get? Look at ya, lyin' in the dirt like a used rubber. You gonna die out here little brother, and for what?"
"Dalamus... We lost an elf." Daryl said, his body aching all over, he was suffering blood loss.
"So you got a thing for elves now?" Merle says, humour in his voice.
"shut up"
"Cause I noticed you ain't lookin out for ole Merle no more?" Merle said as he looked down at his brother.
"Tried like hell to find you bro"
"Like hell ya did, ya split it man, let out first chance you got."
"You let out, all ya had to do was wait. We went back for ya, the guards and I," Daryl said as he gave a slight nod "mm, we did right by ya"
"These the same guards that cuffed me to the pole in the first place? Forced me to cut off my own hand." As Merle said this Daryl looked down at Merles hand through blurry eyes, it was still there. "That's who we're talking about here? What about this little group of yours? Led by Oz? You his bitch now?" "I ain't nobody's bitch" Daryl said, eyes hardly open looking up at his brother. "You're a joke is what you are, playing errand boy to a bunch of pansie ass Khajiits, elves and halfbloods. Hah, you're nothing but a freak to them. Redneck trash, it's all you are.." Merle said, crudely. "Yeah they're laughing at ya behind your back, you know that don't you? I got news for you son, one of these days they're gonna scrape you off their heels like you was dog pl*ps."
There was a pause, Daryl looking up at his brother nearly passing out. Merle tapped Daryls stomach with his hand waking Daryl up slightly "hey, they ain't your kin, your blood." Merle said with a serious face, "if you've got any nuts in that sack of yours you go stab your pal Oz in the face for me." There was a small pause, Merle pulling a very serious face. He lightly put his hand on Daryls face, around the side of his face and thumb on the left side, rest of the hand on the right side all one handed. "Now you listen to me, ain't nobody gonna care about you cept me little brother, ain't nobody ever will." Softly shaking Daryls face.
"No not even you, you were never there, talked a big game but you were never there." Daryl said, or tried to say. He had fallen asleep and thought he said it, but he didn't.
"C'mon." Merle said tapping Daryls chest "get up on your feet fore I have to kick your teeth in". Daryl really didn't want to, he was in so much pain he wanted to sleep. He wanted to survive but the urge to sleep was too strong.
Merle stood up and began kicking Daryls foot "Lets go." Merle said getting back down looking like he was about to shake Daryls leg or something, Daryl began rocking a little, he looked down and a wolf was chewing on his right boot, he looked at it and it bared its teeth and growled, he snapped back to reality and kicked it in the face.
It got kicked to the left and rolled over, Daryl reached for his crossbow but the wolf was on him, Daryl fended it off with one hand on its chest just in time but it was still on him. He began punching it and stabbed it in its front right leg. Daryl spun it so he was on top of it, it was biting at him and he pulled his knife out of its leg and slid the knife in its gut, holding the wolf down as it died.
15 meters away he saw two more wolves approach, teeth baring and growling at him, Daryl rolled over and grabbed the arrow still in him from the front, he pulled it through, all the way through his body, in much pain. He eventually pulled it through with a chunk of his shirt ripping off with the arrow. He got it through and put it in his mouth as he struggled to reload the crossbow, trying to pull back the wire. With much effort he gets it done the wolves 10 metres away, they start running at him and Daryl puts the arrow in leaning back and firing just as the wolf jumped on him, it rolls off dead. And Daryl grabs his knife and the other runs at him, it jumps on him and bites his left forearm that Daryl uses to hold it off his face, Daryl uses his right hand to stab it in the top of its head, he lets it roll off the side. His crossbow resting on him, breathing heavily Daryl passes out.
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