Ice Brain

Whelps

The frost was slick on the mountain flowers during this season, weather unpredictably on and out but always cold.
The Nord land was usually a frozen land, blanketed by ice and snow that trailed over the mountains. Although some complained, this was the perfect kind of weather for them.

Farkas sat on a high perched bench by the Skyforge, a beautiful view of the city that Jorrvaskr overlooked. The sun was beginning to set slowly behind Dragonsreach, casting an enormous shadow over its people. This was the only home he has ever known. Never leaving the walls unless for a mission or course of training. Maybe one day, he and Vilkas could become a part of the Circle, and travel with the most talented and famous hunters of Skyrim.   

The twins were in there nearing late teens, continuing the seven straight years of training. Kodlak was a father to them, to all of them. A father to the many unique members that lived together in Jorrvaskr.

The man was wise and kind, always leaping to help the broken. Skjor was just like his other half, hardened and ruthless. Most of the Companions had to be ruthless by nature. 
But there was a long lasting sense of unconditional love the members shared with each other. This was a good life that the twins found themselves in. Once they were abandoned, now they have a bright future. 

That was around the time the civil war broke out in Skyrim. A migration of immigrant races across Tamriel flooded into Skyrim. Most became poor and food became scarce in the long winter. 
But as the twins watched the broken travelers come and go, the criminal rate growing dramatically, Kodlak somehow managed to keep the family safe and surviving. 
Always getting fresh hunt on the table.

The war only got worse, Imperials executing and imprisoning as many people as they possibly could, destroying the names of the Nine. Stormcloaks brainwashing the Nords with political selfishness. The travelers knocked on doors and roamed around begging. 

The stayed indoors during these times. The importance of Jorrvaskr faded in the smoke of battle. 
Farkas remembers when the circle would disappear at night to the Underforge, a secret chamber unknown to him. Vilkas would whisper to his brother about the works of Hircine, how they could be stronger than ever if they pledged their loyalty to him. To Kodlak, Skjor, and Aela. 

When the found out what the Circle really was. 'Shared in blood.' 

.......

Among nights without sleep, the others noticed the twins absence from the living quarters. None were drawn to question the Circle. 

Farkas spent some of his nights here on this perch, watching the sky above him. Studying the mountain peaks for hours, searching for and signs of a dragon.
Vilkas preferred to stay in the courtyard to read a book or spend time alone inside the Underforge.
Neither of them really talking to each other.  

The other nights he was feeding on the flesh of bandits and rogue mages. 

But this particular night on Sun's Dusk was different for the both of them. And soon for the fate of the Companions. 

The light of a torch caught the attention of two icy blue eyes as it rose from the steps leading to the market. There was an older man in miners clothes holding the torch, next to him was a shuffling figure in a hooded outfit. Oddly out of place that there were no guards near them. 
Then they turned towards Jorrvaskr and approached the front doors. 

Farkas, out of reflex, jumped down from the Skyforge and called out to Vilkas. His twin dropped his book and sprinted out from the courtyard. As they approached the door to stop the two strangers it was swung open. Alea with a dagger in hand stood her ground at the entrance.