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The Rift was serenely quiet in the night. Free of the bustling chatter on the main road, free of adventurers and vagabonds alike coming in and out of Riften. The moon shone upon the dense canopy that covered the top of the woods, streaks of light passing through where there were spaces between the autumn leaves. Serana closed her eyes and smiled, letting the moonlight bathe her pale skin as she stood still in a clearing. Moments of peace were rare for the vampiress, having been on the run from the Dawnguard, Volkihar, and men and mer alike ever since she awoke from her slumber three months ago. Opening her eyes for the first time in thousands of years, she found herself clutching a scroll and standing face to face with a man, one who called himself the Dragonborn. Memories came rushing back to her like a torrent; the ritual, her vampirism, her family, how her mother sealed her away in a coffin without ever telling her why or asking for her consent. After they'd escaped the cave, Serana asked him,begged him to help her find her mother-- but he refused, saying that he had more pressing matters to attend to, and left her on the gates of Riften to fend for herself after a brief apology.
And so there she was, alone in a strange new world, clutching an artifact in her hand that could shake the very foundations of the world. At first, she tried to blend in and make something out of herself, but even that proved too difficult. People had keen eyes, and it was hard not to get noticed when she had milky pale skin, stark yellow eyes, and had a huge scroll strapped to her back. Her efforts to gather information about her family were futile, for the first few weeks. People simply looked at her funny when she mentioned the name 'Volkihar'. But then, people in strange armor appeared, calling themselves the Dawnguard, asking the local folk if they'd seen a strange woman recently, describing to them the physical effects of vampirism, which Serana unfortunately had. The woman bolted out of RIften without a second thought, travelling day and night without ever looking back, until she came upon a settlement, one that was called Ivarstead. There she booked a night at the inn, intending to keep traveling northwest, but that night a group of fellow vampires showed up, and for the first time Serana dared to be hopeful.
These strange vampires introduced themselves as Volkihar, which confounded Serana, and told her forcibly that she was to come with them at once to be taken to their 'Lord'. When she refused, they attacked her, and Serana barely got out of the town alive, managing to slay one of her kin and losing the other two in the woods. She'd been hiding out in a cave ever since, not daring to go back to Ivarstead or travel onward, worried that she might get caught by one of the two factions again. She felt utterly lost, not knowing what to do and where to go. Eventually, she decided to bide her time, trying to formulate some kind of plan to contact either of her parents or find out even if they were still alive. So far, her efforts had amounted to nothing, and Serana was fast losing hope, almost beginning to wish the Dragonborn hadn't found her in that cave three months ago.
A soft sigh left her lips, her melancholy eased by the cool wind billowing through the forest. The vampiress shivered a little and pulled her cloak a bit more tightly around herself, staring up at the moon all the while. Her hood was down, and her long dark hair was blowing gently in the wind. Her traveling clothes were a bit worn down now, having not had the chance to purchase new ones in a good while, but they still held a regal, elegant nature that she associated with herself. Colored black and silver and maroon, her favorite, her dress made her stick out in the verdant forest and combined with the choker around her neck, she reckoned she must've looked a fearsome sight to anyone who stumbled upon her. The very thought brought a bitter chuckle to her lips.
While she was lost in her thoughts, the winds had died down and the woods were now quiet, something Serana only noticed after a good while. Suddenly, she didn't feel serene or safe anymore, and the hair on her neck stood on edge, feeling like she was being watched. Her hand flew to the ebony dagger at her hip, her eyes now focused and her senses sharp as a razor. The moon shone upon her, and she could feel her full power coursing through her veins, and she thanked the Nine that she didn't have to deal with the sun at the moment. Standing still, she analyzed the surroundings, painfully aware that she was out in the open and could be jumped at any moment. Seconds passed... and she saw movement from the corner of her eyes.There.Without hesitation, she channeled the magic within her and pointed her fingers at the tree behind which her stalker was hiding, and an arc of lightning shooting out of her digits and blasting the bark off it.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice firm and her stance ready, holding the dagger in one hand and a spark of lightning in the other.
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"A vampire? Truly?"asked the Huntress, to which Ria only shrugged as if it wasn't such a strange request. "That is what I was told. I'm to accompany you, as well as the b-"
Aela held her palm up to silence her fellow Companion."No. I will go alone,"she insisted, already beginning to gather supplies from around her room. Ria frowned, leaning in the doorway. "That is dangerous, Aela. Vampires have been popping up all over the place. This one may have friends lurking nearby." After shouldering her now, Aela gave Ria a soft smile."Then I will flee, and gather you for help another time. Trust me. More bodies means more blood to smell; I am confident I can approach easier without backup. Go, tell Kodlak I will return in a few days - hopefully with vampire dust in my hands."
Honestly she just needed to get out of Whiterun for a time; it was too painful to walk by Skjor's empty chambers. A few days away would clear her head, and nights under the stars would calm the anger she felt whenever she thought of finding his body in the hands of the Silver Hand. Bastards, all of them, so pious in their beliefs. They couldn't possibly understand the love of Hircine, and the thrill of bounding across the lands hunting forever.
It took a day to reach the supposed location, and by then, it was dark. Most would struggle to find their way through the woods at this hour, but Aela strolled with the ease of a master huntress. Her bow was drawn with a loose arrow in place; a vampire was the target, but there was always wildlife to prepare for. She'd already had to take down a sabre cat; the eyes were plucked carefully and stored for later use. Aela did not use magic, but her father had taught her several potions to use as cures instead.
Slow steps led closer to her prize, of which Aela noted easily through the dense trees - the woman stood out like a skeever in the kitchen. She was just sitting there, and for a moment, Aela considered that Ria might have been right. It looked like a trap, but it was too late now. Aela tightened the string of her bow to ready the arrow, but it was then the woman moved. Seemingly sensing the danger, Aela noted the woman's hand movement - she was armed, of course. Aela began to step from behind the tree when the lightning magic connected. She cursed beneath her breath while ducking behind cover. Magic! What a cheater! Aela fought fair, with her hands! Never mind magic came from the hands, too, but that's not the point. There was no time to consider her options; Aela inhaled deeply to brace herself, then slowly stepped out of cover with bow drawn tight and straight.
Unlike the vampire, Aela was dressed appropriately for a hunt. The ancient Nordic armor of her mother was moss and dirt colored, contrasted only by the steel plates connecting the leather pieces at her shoulders, forearms, and waist line. The hem reached midthigh - quite difficult to pounce and run with constricting fabric upon the body.
Aela did not answer; she simply released the taut string. Carefully aimed, the arrow was meant to knock the dagger from the woman's hand. Magic was hard enough to battle against; she didn't need another thing to fight with.
"I'm asking the questions, parasite. What are you doing here?"
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The woman that came into view was an awesome sight to behold, and Serana could feel her confidence wane a bit as she regarded this woman, this huntress, in her strange, revealing armour and weilding a bow taut in her hands. For a moment, the vampiress hesitated she was neither Volkihar nor Dawnguard, that much was clear, and she was too well armed and disciplined to be a common hunter. What was she, then? And her scent... it was strong. Too strong, overwhelmingly so, blocking out most other smells until all Serana could sense was her. She'd never encountered someone with such a strong musk, and she realized with a grimace that she was dealing with someone not dissimilar to herself; this huntress was not entirely human.
Distracted by her mere presence, Serana didn't notice the arrow whipping through the air until it was too late, andclangwent the dagger as it was knocked out of her hand, stinging her delicate fingers in the process. Fuck. With no time to retrieve her weapon, she readied both her hands with magic, a red orb of vampiric aura forming in the hand where her dagger once was. Still though, she didn't attack, staying defensive and observing the woman, thoroughly intrigued by her even though they were locked in battle. But then she opened her mouth as frustratingly alluring her commanding voice was, the words made Serana's blood boil. A parasite?How dare she?
"Oh, that's rich, coming from you," she retorted, letting out a bitter laugh as she slowly moved and circled the huntress. "Calling me a parasite when your own blood is tainted and vile. Not even worth my bite to feed on. What are you then, some kind of beast?" Suddenly, she crushed the red orb in her hand, absorbing the energies storied in the vessel, and started moving at a supernatural speed, zipping from cover to cover behind the trees to keep her distance and find a good vantage point. Within seconds she was before her, and with a deft movement, she grabbed her hand and held it sideways so she couldn't knock her bow or reach for another weapon, and blasted her with lightning point blank to her stomach, sending her hurtling through the air and slamming into the trunk of a tree behind her.
"I'm here because I'm running from people who want me dead. I suppose I could add one more to that list now," she finally answered, not giving her a chance to retaliate as she retreated back into cover, steadily making her way to where her dagger fell to pick it back up. "We have no quarrel, stranger. I do not know why you have attacked me tonight, but I do not wish to gain any more enemies. Leave me be, and I'll leave these woods and go elsewhere if you so desire." She picked up the the dagger, her speed wearing off exactly at that moment, and Serana noticed with a start that she'd left herself wide open. "Persist, and I will kill you," she bluffed, keeping the conversation going and hoping to intimidate her into leaving.
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The arrow hadn't even connected before Aela had another readied to strike; she held the string firm, unmoving even as her enemy began to circle the area to assess the situation. It was the magic in the vampire's hands that Aela focused on. She'd seen blood magic at work before, but this color of it was much more intense than she'd ever fought against. Brighter, likely more powerful. Damn, this was not some rogue vampire terrorizing the locals who could easily be subdued by expert hands. Something was different about this one. Aela needed to be careful.
A twitch of a smile when the vampire retorted, obviously noting the inhuman part of Aela. She slightly narrowed her eyes, the smile forming into a knowing smirk."Something like that,"the Huntress vaguely agreed, then frowning as the magic vanished. Was she giving in so quickly? Well that was no f-
Oh, no, she wasn't; she became the aggressor. Despite Aela's quick eyes and movement, without being in beast form, she could not keep the pace the vampire set. Aela considered shifting but she needed to test the other's prowess first. She also hadn't fed during the journey; it would be a weakened change to begin with.
Surprised by the sudden grasp, Aela attempted to twist free but the sharp crackle of lightning was much faster. The Huntress groaned with pain, temporarily dazed from her head slamming into the trunk. Unsteadily rising, Aela nearly dropped her bow before fully standing. Angry at being caught like that, Aela internally vowed to not let it happen again.
"Of course we are trying to kill you. Your kind has been slaughtering my people more than ever,"Aela snapped, drawing another arrow, noting with amusement the vampire was plain in sight. The arrow flew, but given the lowered stance of her arms, it wasn't a deadly shot. It was aimed toward the ground, catching the hem of the vampire's cloak to pin her in place. In an instant Aela had twirled to the side, flinging her dagger in the same fashion to catch the other side. It would be far too easy to pull free from, but Aela wanted to merely show she was not giving in so easily.
"You fight well; better than any of your others thus far. So many of them cannot control themselves."Aela knew it all too well; poor Kodlak had several broken noses when Aela had first tasted the blood in the Underforge."It's a shame none of your family is here to watch you die."
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It was as she had feared then; her kind has forsaken their way of living in the shadows and was wreaking havoc wherever they see fit. A pang of sadness and befell Serana, the vampiress feeling sorrowful at the path they had chosen in her absence. Surely, her father must've perished then, for he would never allow those under his dominion to roam free like savages. Especially ones that took the name Volkihar. What a disgrace to her family's legacy. The thought made Serana sick to her stomach.
"Perhaps my kind, but I'mnot!" she replied hotly, getting frustrated with the way this half-beast woman was roping her in with the rest of the bloodthirsty vampires. "I've never even laid a finger on any of your people. The only person I've killed was another vampire, and even that was because he attacked me first." Serana didn't truly know why she was bothering to explain herself to her, but the words came flowing out of her mouth like water from a fountain, letting loose the emotional baggage she'd been repressing for so long.
Then suddenly an arrow flew out of nowhere, the redheaded huntress seemingly having nocked and loosened her bow with inhuman speed. It caught the the hem of her cloak, pinning her in place, and Serana futilely attempted to pull free of it. Not enough time however; just as soon, a dagger came flying towards her, and for a moment Serana feared it would be lodged inside her chest and end her there and then. But no it only caught the other side of the cloak, but now she was effectively immobilized. Seeing no other options, she undid the clasps at her shoulders, letting the heavy cloak fall to the ground and revealing her lithe body wrapped in a tight fitting dress. The dress had no sleeves, revealing her toned, slightly muscled arms, and her long hair spilled out over her shoulder and to her back.
"Then you have only faced fledglings who couldn't have been turnt for more than a week. If you truly knew what a Vampire Lord is capable of, you wouldn't spew so much nonsense and actually focus on staying alive." Backing up her words, she sent a salvo of ice shards right at her bow, aiming to knock her sole weapon out of her hand and pin her armor to the tree, just as she had been pinned moments prior. But her skill with the ice element was not as refined as lightning, and combined with the long period of unuse, it meant that the ice shards were actually slow moving and inaccurate, and Aela would be able to dodge them quite easily if she had the foresight to do so.
"But, I will admit, you are leagues above anyone I've faced before. Who are you, truly? And why are you hunting me? You're obviously not Dawnguard not a vampire. I've done nothing to earn your scorn. I'm merely trying to survive and find my family." Though her words would sound like pleas, she was also readying her dagger behind her back, and after she was done talking, she leaped forward and slashed at her with the blade, grazing her on her bare thighs and drawing a tiny bit of blood. The sight and scent of the blood awakened an insatiable hunger in her though, having not fed for weeks upon weeks now, and when she looked up and met Aela's eyes, the huntress would see that the vampiress's yellow eyes were full of hunger.
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Oh, it seems Aela had touched a nerve; she felt pride swell her chest as the vampire so determinedly defended herself. Lies, the Huntress was sure of it. Well, all right, maybe not all of it. After all, the report had said a vampire had been sighted here, but it did not contain any word of attacks from this particular one, Aela recalled. Thatwasodd. As the vampire continued, Aela began to ponder the validity of her words. To feed was one thing - Aela had to, of course, but she controlled herself. She'd had good hands to keep her in line. If these rogue vampires had no proper leader, it made sense they'd attack without regard. Since Aela hadnotheard of Vampire Lords, there may be truth in this one. Lost in thought, Aela did not notice the magic starting until it was too late - it did connect to the bow, knocking it far from her grasp. The Huntress did manage to avoid further spears, though, turning quickly to attempt a retrieval of her bow. She'd have to do so carefully; now that it was gone from her hand, Aela doubted the vampire would let her have it back so quickly.
"I am with the Companions, a sect from Whiterun. We he-ah, damn it!"
Aela wasn't permitted time to respond further; the vampire was upon her, nicking the exposed flesh of her thigh to draw a thin line of crimson. The vampire had drawn blood; this was Aela's final chance at mercy. With rapid speed Aela snatched the vampire's wrist and twisted, forcing the weapon back from her flesh. She twisted and kicked, wriggling from the vampire's touch until she could properly stand. The vampire's eyes were dark and dangerous; Aela knew she had no choice now. The Huntress growled deeply, her hands quick to start releasing the binds of her armor. It would be ruined if left on during the change; no matter the danger, she would not destroy her mother's armor. Perhaps that alone would be enough to startle the vampire, given her enemy was suddenly disrobing.
"You are not the only beast here, girl."
Just as the clothing was dropped, Aela began to bend at the waist. Her limbs elongated, bent at odd angles, and coarse brown fur tinted with red grew from her firming skin. Seconds was all it took for the transformation to be complete. The werewolf stood, her face to the moon, and she howled at the sky. Birds flew from the sound, elk and deer stampeding away. Upon lowering her head, canines bared and sharp, her intent was clear. Aela leapt at the vampire with maw open wide, aiming for the vampire's throat.
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The Companions. It was a name she'd heard here and there when she was in Riften; a band of 'honorable' warriors that took up jobs for coin. It sounded like just a simple mercenary company to Serana, but that was irrelevant. She knew why she was here now someone had taken out a contract against her. But who? Someone from Ivarstead, when they had realised she was a vampire? Ungrateful vermin, the lot of them. She slew her own kin and drew them away from the village, and this was how these people repaid her. By sending a crazed huntress after her. A part of her wanted to ask the woman who had sent her on this job, perhaps to parley with her and offer her some sort of montary compensation to back off, but by then she had drawn blood from her thighs, and Serana knew there would be no going back from this battle. One of them was going to fall tonight.
As fast as Serana was, the half-beast was even faster, and the vampiress let out a shriek of pain as her hand was snatched and twisted painfully, causing her to let go of her dagger. It fell down between them and landed on the ground, barely missing her feet as it impaled itself in the dirt. No time to worry about that Serana quickly reached up and snapped back her hand in turn, breaking free of her grip and snarling like beast, her basal tendencies rearing their ugly head in battle. But then her yellow eyes blinked in confusion as her enemy started disrobing right in front of her, undoing the clasps and letting her armour fall to the ground with a dull thud, bringing her ragged, muscular body into full view.
Even through the rage and adrenaline, Serana had the grace to blush, unable to help but notice just how magnificent this woman's body was. But then all became clear as that magnificent body began to warp and change, extending her limbs and face, sprouting fur from every part of her body. Serana backed away, startled, and a spine chilling shudder went through her whole body at the werewolf's howl. "By the nine... you're a daughter of Hircine!" she whispered, more to herself than to her adversary. Not wasting a moment, the wolf lunged at her throat, and instinctively she held up her arm to shield herself. Unfortunately, her arm was still made of flesh and blood, and the woman screamed in agony as the sharp fangs sank into her delicate flesh and tried to rip her whole bloody arm off.
"Argghh,fuck!" Her eyes began to sting, tears welling up from the intense pain of the bite, but Serana managed to prioritize her mind over her body, and through tremendous amount of will, she managed to ignite a spark of flame in her free hand. The fire burned her skin, being so sensitive to it, but she ignored it for now and instead blasted the beast with a full gout of fire, intending to light her furs aflame. Once the beast let go of her arm, she stumbled backwards and fell on her ass, clutching her injured forearm and hastily casting healing spells to stabilize the wound. Anger and fear fueling her actions now, she cast another powerful vampiric spell, the exertion almost knocking her out cold, and attempted to drain the very life force out of her enemy.
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Aela had feared the taste would be disgusting - not that it mattered, she was trying to kill not feed - but it wasn't. The vampire's blood tasted quite different than what she was used to; she'd tasted it before from previous battles but this one's held a more antique taste; it was older, more refined, like an aged ale. Good thing, too, Aela would have to prolong this attack to savor it. Her jaw had begun to tighten, starting to twist sideways when the vampire reacted. The spell worked well; Aela released and stumbled back to release a high pitched screech of pain. Desperately she rolled on the forest floor to extinguish the flames, then rose to start smacking the still smoldering patches. Oh, that littlebitch!
The next spell didn't work as well, though it did manage to pull some of the wolf's energy inward, allowing some relief to the wounded arm of the vampire. Aela was quick to bound away, though, finding the cover of a thick oak to momentarily recover. So focused on the battle at hand, neither beast would notice hushed voices from the forest edge, signaling the approach of others.
Aela turned to face the tree so she could rapidly climb up, from the opposite side of the vampire so she could avoid further spells. As the other would round to see her target, Aela leapt to another tree. And another, continually dodging whatever spells were cast. At last she dropped to the ground on all fours, panting and out of breath. The Huntress was talented, indeed, but the vampire had much better endurance - she was older, had more practice, and didn't have the extra weight to haul around. Aela did not want to give up, but either she let the vampire kill her, or she changed back and asked for mercy - and that was not going to happen. Aela was a warrior; she would die with pride. The wolf lowered her head in defeat, waiting for the kill strike.
And from out of their sight, others had gathered shielded in a thick bush. Weapons in hand, they prepared themselves while waiting to see what the vampire would do.
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Managing to hit her with the draining spell brought back some much needed vitality to Serana's body, though not enough to make a significant difference. Her whole body ached, worn down from exhaustion from exerting herself so much in such a short span of time. Her magicka reserves were also almost depleted, having used it for the salvo of spells earlier and a large portion in healing the bite wounds on her hand. Despite this, the deep punctures were still visible and she was still bleeding freely, though it wasn't crippling her movements anymore. The wolf leaped out of her spell and behind the dense oaks.
Serana panted raggedly, taking a moment to catch her breath, but she knew she wouldn't last much longer, and in one last desperate attempt, she sent an arc of lightning curving behind the tree, which the wolf dodged by climbing up the tree. The vampiress didn't let up, letting spells loose at her enemy without inhibition, but she didn't even hit her once, the superior reflexes and speed coming into play. But to her surprise, the wolf stumbled at the last second, and tumbled down from the branches and landed on all fours, panting like an exhausted dog.
Seeing her opportunity, Serana scrambled to her feet, plucking her dagger from the ground and rushing to where the huntress was, prepares to finish her off and end the confrontation. But then she noticed that the werewolf wasn't fighting back anymore, and was waiting with her head down, seemingly for Serana to kill her. This lowered the aggression in Serana as well, whose eyes of hunger faded back into a soft yellow, and she no longer felt comfortable ending the life of an undeniably strong and beautiful woman. Even if she had come prepared to kill her for what she was, it would be still such a waste.
So, Serana instead placed the blade of the dagger beneath the werewolf's snout, tipping it up and forcing her to look into her eyes. "Sur... surrender, wolf." Her voice was married with panted breaths, and her expression made it clear she had no intention of killing her, merely wanting to escape without any further damage.
In her moment of victory, a lone arrow whistled through the air and pierced her shoulder from behind. Serana screamed and fell to her knees, dropping the dagger and clutching her wounded shoulder, desperately trying to see who the new assailants were. Men and women clad in brown tunics and boiled leather vests emerged, holding their bows and swords.Dawnguard.Another arrow loosened, and Serana had to roll out of the way, the arrow flying through where her face had been a second before. No longer having the strength to fight anymore, she pulled the huntress by her wrist and desperately pulled her up, deciding that two people would have a better chance of surviving than one.
The vampires hunters didn't seem to discriminate against werewolves, and a few arrows were loosened her way as well. Equally bigoted against anyone not human, Serana thought bitterly. What heroes. "Get up! We need to flee now, before they make a rug out of you and hang my head on a fucking wall!" Still holding the wolf's clawed hands, she started running deeper into the woods, using the last of her magicka to cast a shielding spell over both of them so as to survive a bit longer.
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Rather than an instant slash across Aela's throat, she felt a slight pressure indicating a lifted head. This felt right to the huntress - a true fighter would look their victim in the eyes, to see the life fade. It was an honor to behold, but when she heard the falter in the woman's voice, the wolf curiously tilted her head sideways. She was right; this vampire was no rogue murderer. Before she could give the whimper of submission, she saw the gleam of an arrow too fast to catch. It pierced the woman's shoulder which forced an angry snarl from Aela. The vampire had spared her life; it was duty to return the favor. It was instinct to fight back, however, and the wolf howled in an attempt to scare them back. A few stepped away but they were well trained. It was only the tug of the vampire that caused Aela to hesitate attacking. Spent from the previous battle, they would not win this one. Aela had enough sense to grab her discarded armor before bounding into the woods; her weapons were too far out of reach. Together they fled, their speed the only advantage against the barrage of arrows.
When they were safe (enough, that is, for now) and sure they were miles behind, Aela paused to catch her breath. She was absolutely spent, and given the vampire's injuries, knew she would be too. There was a cave in the distance sheltered under the ridge by a river; Aela knew it well. Fearful to assume the change until she knew they would be out of public eyes, Aela gave a weak nod toward the dark entrance. As they approached two wolves came to greet them; with mouths snarling and teeth dripping with hot saliva. Aela responded in kind; she bared her teeth but said nothing. The wolves recognized their kin - albeit a larger, uglier one, but balked as the vampire approached. Then, Aela did verbally respond - her voice was meek, quiet, like a cub; it sounded as if she pleaded. The two hesitated before stepping aside to allow the battered party inside.
A slow trickling creek made soft babbling noises. Immediately Aela leapt to the edge and stuck her entire head underwater. During the desperate thirsty drink, she began to shift at last. Fur fluttered to the ground as limbs pulled back in. Nude, kneeling at the water's edge, Aela flung her long red hair back to cascade a stream of it behind her, unaware Serana was that close. She turned with a stoic expression, slowly beginning to pull her recovered armor back on. For several seconds she was silent, before she looked at the vampire not coldy, but skeptical.
"You spared my life,"she said, as if she couldn't truly believe it. Briefly Aela glanced at the wolves nearby, carefully keeping the cubs close by despite their curious noses twitching. Aela smiled at them, and nodded in thanks."They won't bother you. Not tonight. Perhaps tomorrow they'll be less welcoming. We'll have to heal you swiftly, lest they grow restless or our friends pick up our trail."
Weaponless and tired, Aela posed little threat, apparently as did the vampire. Feeling a bit prideful that she'd gotten in a few good strikes, Aela waved a hand at the vampire with curled fingers forwards."Come to the water; I'll clean the mess I created."
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They had to run for miles to lose their assailants trail. Unlike her wolfish enemy-turned-ally, Serana was not afforded the extra strength and durability, and by the time they had stopped to catch their breath, Serana was barely hanging on. Her shoulder was a bloody mess and so was her hand. Her feet blistered from running so much, and much of her dress was dirty and torn and bloodied. Weary eyes glanced towards her companion, and it was clear she was in awful shape as well, even if she wasn't as beat up as her. Serana was no hardened survivalist, and she hoped that the huntress at least would be better acquainted with the harsh woods. Her prayers were answered, because the wolf gestured towards a small cave hidden under a ridge. The vampiress let out a relieved breath, almost collapsing on the spot. Sanctuary, at last.
But her enthusiasm was curbed as two wolves came snarling out of the cave. Serana subconsciously backed away, no longer having any will or strength to fight. She was so tired, so exhausted. Luckily, the woman in front of her was able to communicate with her kin, exchanging snarls and whimpers and baring their teeth. The conversation went largely above Serana's head, not understanding the wolfish language, but she knew they had been allowed safe haven when the two animals stepped aside. She looked at the magnificent beast in front of her in wonder, and she would have thanked her then if her throat wasn't so dry.
The interior of the cave was dark and damp, and as if it was her home territory, the werewolf leapt straight towards water and dived her whole head underwater. The vampiress was a bit more cautious, noting the structure and spacious layout of the place, and noting the wolf cubs observing them curiously from the far end of the cave, soon joined by their parents. At least they weren't harming them. Her eyes turned back to the creek, widening in awe as the furred beast in front of her shed her black furs and slowly transformed back into her nude, human form.
Serana felt a hot blush creeping onto her cheeks. The woman pulled her head out of the water, her long red mane flowing majestically in the air, droplets of water from it hitting the vampiress across the face and chest. She had noted how muscled and commanding she looked when they had fought, but now that she was naked before her, Serana saw that this woman wasbeautiful. Her back was toned and scarred from the many battles she'd inevitably taken part in, and her arms and legs were muscle bound and strong, unlike her own dainty appendages. She couldn't help but also note that she had quite a generous backside, and Serana bit her lip gently and squeezed her legs together, suddenly feeling hot and bothered. The woman would see Serana staring awkwardly as she turned to her, her eyes darting from her hair to her face to her exposed breasts. She was an exquisite creature, Serana noted, and she hated the fact that she couldn't look away from her.
"I did..." she said softly, coming back down to Nirn when the woman spoke. "It would've been a waste to kill you. If I had, then I woud've probably died the next moment." Her voice was still weak and barely audible, but she was now able to speak after catching her breath for a bit. She padded forward on weak legs, kneeling in front of the pool to quench her torturous thirst. Cupped hands reached into the pool and she drank and drank, sighing as she felt her sore throat ease up a bit. She simply nodded at her companion's words, not able to reply just yet. She wasn't as concerned about the wolves as she should be. If they would be less welcoming in the morning, then they would leave at dawn. She was simply glad to have a place to rest.
"Can you pull out the arrow?" she asked, turning slightly to present the arrow sticking out of the back of her shoulder. With a grunt, she tore off a large piece of cloth from her sleeves and stuffed it in her mouth, biting down on it and screaming into it when the arrow would be pulled out of her. "Thank you..." she said weakly, spitting out the cloth and groaning with pain and exertion. She was completely docile for the moment, and she was content to let her patch up her wounds, all the while she dipped her arm into the pool to start cleaning the bite wounds.
"I'm fairly sure we'll be fit to travel before dawn comes. Those 'friends' are members of the Dawnguard, and they don't let off their prey easily. I daresay they'll be scouring the woods all night looking for us." She patted her arm dry with her sleeves, and glaced at the woman's thighs, where she had wounded her with the knife. "Give me your leg. I will heal you." Such a small gash wouldn't take much effort to heal. She pulled her legs over her laps, delicate fingers brushing over the gash and knitting them close with restoration magic, humming softly to herself. "There," she said, satisfied with her work, and gently pushed her leg back off her.
For a long while, she stayed silent while she let her wounds be cleaned and bandaged, hissing and groaning every so often at the pain. Then midway, she spoke up, turning to her with curious yellow eyes. "Have I proved that I pose no harm to you or your kind?" Her lips pursed, anxious of her answer, and continued, "My name is Serana. Will you finally tell me who you are, now?"
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Aela seemed to not have any desire to remain modest, twice in this short time she'd been nude in front of a stranger. If that stranger had been merely human, perhaps the Huntress would be more conservative. It was the scent of the Daedra, the dark and uncaring, that called to her inner beast - to cast aside confirmation and live without fear, without hate...to be free. Countless times Aela and her shield-brothers have been in this scenario, though not fighting each other (well, perhaps playfully). They were animals inside, and unbound carefree mammals did not concern themselves with such modern things. To hunt, to feed, to roam, explore, adventure...that was the call of Hircine. When Aela turned to see a red faced vampire, she recalled this was akin to her own dark blood, but not the same. She'd have to remember to be more careful. Talos knows, the vampire wore such dreadfully long and dark material! A hunter she was not; how had she ever survived long enough to be as strong as she was?
Not strong enough, it seemed. Although Aela had been bested in their initial battle, thecheating skeever tail frostbite spider like sons of bitches(not that Aela was bitter at being ambushed) had ended the will of the vampire. If they had not fled together, urging each other on to the cave neither would have survived. That was well enough alone, but the vampire could have injured Aela. She could have left the wolf dying in the Earth, left to the hands of the Dawnguard as she made her escape. But she hadn't. Aela felt a tiny blush of her own face when the vampire said it'd have been a shame to kill such a worthy adversary. A simple nod accompanied the vampire's request to remove the arrow. The time for talk was not now; wounds must be tended to. Aela was obligated (and honestly, happy to) tend to the vampire. She was rather pretty, for a parasite. It had been noticed before but never contemplated on; Aela was a Huntress, after all, and her first desire was the task at hand. As her own calloused palms swept across the vampire's gentle, fair skin while wrapping cloth torn from the other's - unbearably, Aela thought internally - long skirt, she began to admire the paleness, softness, almost illuminating petite figure before her. The armor Aela wore was far too short to prepare bandages, of course. She was mostly silent as she tended to the vampire, giving a roll of her eyes as if she didn't know the Dawnguard - they didn't know her as a werewolf was another subject best held for now; The Silver Hand was enough to deal with. When the vampire asked for a leg, Aela initially refused - she'd damn near chewed the woman's arm off, and here the vampire was, sorry for a little cut that barely drew blood! Unable to believe the gentleness of the vampire who could have killed her, Aela kept still silent and helpful until the question was posed. Thankfully, a friend would aid Aela's already chosen decision.
The soft nuzzle of cold wet nose nudged under their arms as Aela began the final wrap of the v- of Serana's shoulder. The mother of this wolf family had crept forward until she was silently beside them, her long snout helping prop Serana's arm in place for the evening. The Huntress frowned, but the wolfess remained. The father and cubs remained comfortably back, this time awaiting Aela's answer. They trusted her, as they had trusted
Kodlak couldn't manage the beast within Aela. Every full moon she wanted to kill anything within sight; it wasn't the hunt at all, it was murder. He had other fledglings to attend to; his own, for the matter. Skjor was given reins over this lively one, to which he had tricked into a cave for an ambush. Then a lone male wolf entered. Before Aela could pounce, Skjor held her back. She fought against him, until a pregnant female followed him inside. Her desire melted - man and woman held each other as their beast kin struggled through birth. Together they aided, and although only one cub survived, the parents guarded the entrance with their child close as Skjor and Aela inhabited the back of the cave together. To take life, one must give life
"I've missed you too, Ysa,"Aela replied to the wolf sadly. The female nestled down beside Serana, laying her chin upon the vampire's calf. It almost brought tears to her eyes, knowing the last time had been the first
Aela swallowed thickly, pushing all memories away."You do not, but your kind does,"she replied savagely, earning a quick turn of Ysa's head to give a warning nip at Aela's ankle seated close by. Aela remained still, trying to ignore how Skjor would do the same damn thing, of course he'd taught Ysa.
"Aela,"the Huntress replied, much more softly this time. Despite rough palms, she began to gently and methodically braid the vampire's hair. It was a gesture of peace; Ysa calmed, resuming her chin upon Serana's lap."I am of the Companions, in Whiterun. We help our people of Skyrim as needed, but I beg you not speak of my blood. Not all of us are blessed."Aela chose the words carefully, considering she was the only one who thought it wasn't a curse.
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The strong calloused hands that roamed across her skin felt soothing to Serana, enjoying the feeling of getting taken care of for once, even if it was by the one who almost mangled her arm in the first place. Soft sighs escaped her lips every now and then, squirming whenever the wrappings were pulled too tight, but it made her feel worlds better. For once Serana was able to actually smile. She did roll her eyes when the woman refused to offer her leg, and instead simply bent down to heal the small cut, inadvertently brushing her chest with her thighs. "Perhaps it would be better if I chose something more suited for the wilds in the future," she quipped, chuckling at her own misfortune.
A wet, warm nose nudged her beneath her arm, and when she looked down she saw the glowing, curious eyes of one of the adult wolves staring up at her. It seemed like she was propping her elbow up to ease her position, and Serana gently rubbed its snout with her free hand in show of appreciation. "You know her?" she asked inquisitively, hearing the werewolf call the animal by name. Yet, she saw a hint of sorrow and regret in the huntress's voice, and instinctively she edged closer and laid a hand upon her knee, not knowing what to do but still wanting to soothe her. Had something happened here before... something that Serana was not privy to knowing?
But she seemed to have misread the situation. Aela's next words were harsh and cold, and Serana winced as she immediately withdrew her hand, feeling burned for her show of sympathy. Sulkily, she turned away, letting her dark hair fall over the side of her face and conceal it. Perhaps she had been too quick to assume, too quick to let down her guard. But then she felt her hands in her hair, untangling the matted hair and braiding it. It confused the vampiress, why she was acting hot and cold towards her, but she opted not to press the issue. Instead she simply enjoyed the calming touch of her fingertips, easing into the sensation and sagging in place while she petted the wolf resting her head upon her lap.
"Aela..." she repeated, rolling the name around on her lips. It was a beautiful name. A strong one, too, reminiscent of the prideful nature of the Nords. Perhaps her father would approve. She listened more carefully about the Companions this time, knowing she interrupted her the first time, and turned her head towards her when she asked her not to speak of her affliction. Was she an outlier, then? Was she hiding her curse (or blessing, as she said) from her comrades? "You have my word," she promised, smiling softly at her and touching the braids in her hair, examining Aela's handiwork. "I hope you'll do the same of me as well... though in my case people don't need much help figuring out what I am." She pointed to her eyes and her fangs to back up her point.
"I hope Hircine is merciful towards those he 'blesses', at least... Molag Bal is a cruel master." The mere mention of the name upon her lips made Serana shudder, remembering the horrific ordeal she had gone through under the Daedric Prince to become what she is today. Steeling herself, she pushed the memories out of her mind, for now. "I do not belong to any group or faction... though I do carry the name Volkihar. Lord Harkon was my father in life, and we underwent the ritual together as a family, with my mother. I do not know where he is now though, only that vagrant vampires have now taken his name and are defiling it." Serana gritted her teeth, her anger rising at the very notion. "It makes me sick."
Ysa seemed to have noticed her shift in mood, and nuzzled against her stomach, as if attempting to calm her down. She did tone down her voice a bit, though the fire in her eyes remained a bit longer before flickering out in defeat. "Something to worry for another time perhaps."
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Aela knew the wolf family well; she had, after all, helped Ysa come into the world. Skjor and she had come here often, watching the little cub grow until she'd made a family of her own. They had talked about it once in awhile; perhaps coming to the Companions with their relationship public. It was no secret the two fancied each other anyway, but they'd never confirmed it. Now, it was too late. She cursed herself by missing out on a family, but at least she had Ysa to remember it - and a gem from his armor carefully embroidered into her own above her heart.
The Huntress perked a brow upon the mention of another Daedra - was that how vampires were made? No, it was from the bite of another. If Serana had performed a ritual...no, that didn't make any sense. They'd taken his name, though - did that mean?
Aela frowned inwardly, unable to clearly think at the moment. She was too damn exhausted to theorize, and as if to confirm the very thought, Aela yawned loudly behind Serana. Slowly rising to work out the cramps in her muscles, Aela glanced around the immediate area. There was a gathering of moss and leaves in a corner; it pained her to look at it, but she didn't have the energy to create new bedding. From behind the cubs began to whine hungrily; Ysa rose as well, but not before touching Serana's cheek with her wet nose. Aela smiled softly - Ysa seemed attached to the vampire for some reason, and she could only guess because she sensed the womens' sudden closeness. Speaking of feeding, however
"We can discuss our plans tomorrow; I am indebted to you. I will help you find your family, if I can, but we must head to Whiterun first. I cannot abandon my duties without alerting my shield-siblings. You will be welcome in Jorrvaskr."Well, not really, but as long as Aela vouched for her, they would not attack. Distrust, certainly - despise, definitely. It was nearly a day's journey; good timing too, it would be dark upon their arrival and Serana would be able to enter under the cover of darkness to hide her gift. Aela motioned the vampire toward the bedding. It would have to do. As she sat, Aela suddenly placed her wrist, palm up, on Serana's lap.
"If we are to leave at dawn, you will need to be fit to travel. I must make sure I will not have to carry you,"Aela smirked playfully, obviously picking on the vampire,"and since I have had my fill,"another gentle prod, Aela turning her hand to pat Serana's arm,"you must get yours. Do try to pretend I am not tainted and vile. And if you dare drink a drop more than you need, I'll have my friends get it back from you."
As if they could understand, the male wolf gave a quiet snort - yet it didn't seem threatening, almost amused instead. Aela lifted her wrist expectedly.
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Aela's yawn made Serana realise just how tired she was as well, suddenly feeling the aching in her shoulders and legs, and how her spine could barely keep her sitting up straight. A bit funny perhaps, that two creatures of the night would be so exhausted at the very time of the day they were supposed to be strongest in. Alas, they were still both human, even if partially. When she awoke that morning, she had imaged that the day would pass like any other, and that the most exciting thing she experienced would be hunting for game after she was done stargazing. How wrong she was; now here she was, alone with a stranger in a damp cave after almost fighting to the death, then fleeing together. What a strange turn of events.
The vampire turned curiously when the little cubs started whining, probably craving their mothers attention. She looked down at Ysa, lying her head upon her lap and gave her a smile, as if urging her to go back to her babies. The wolf seemed to understand her, standing up and giving her cheek a slight bump with her wet nose, earning a wide beam from the flattered woman. She'd never thought she could bond with a wolf either, but today seemed to be taking more and more firsts from her. With the wolf gone, she turned back to Aela, eyes roaming over the parts where her armour did not cover her skin, before fixing on her amber hues. After a moment's pondering about her suggestion, Serana gave a tentative nod.
"You have my gratitude, Aela. I can't say I'm thrilled about heading into such a large settlement, but at least it beats sleeping in caves." She stretched her arms over her head and let out a satisfied groan, feeling the joints in her sides crack as she turned. Yellow eyes followed Aela's fingers, and her nose scrunched up a bit as she saw the sorry bedding they were supposed to sleep in. "Well, that just proves my point," she said matter-of-factly, pursing her lips. "Ahh well. Perhaps the your fellow Companions will be more welcoming than you," she said with a cheeky grin, turning towards Aela and showing her pearly white teeth.
But then she huntress did something completely unexpected, and Serana simply balked at the hand being offered, still not believing what Aela was giving her. "I never said you were! You actually smelled really nice!" she said, not quite able to comprehend what she was saying, a bit flustered by Aela's words. "Just... no need for threats, alright?" She stared at her hand for a good while, eyes tracing over every vein and every little scar that marked her skin. She had never had someone offer themselves to her like this before they always had cattle back when she was at Castle Volkihar. In a way, it felt more wrong to take blood from someone willingly, while they were concious, knowing it could hurt them. Yet, her basal needs prevailed, and having not fed in well over a month, she was famished.
"This might hurt a little," she said, grasping her arm with both hands and lifting it up near her face. "I'll try not to taketoomuch," she said, shooting her a sly wink, and finally turned her full attention towards feeding. Her fangs bore out of her gums, and closing her eyes, she sank them into Aela's wrist, puncturing her skin and drinking deeply from her veins. The blood was not tainted and vile, in fact, and actually tasted so strong and intoxicating Serana felt like she had drunk a whole bottle of moonshine. Gulp after gulp she drank, hands holding her arm firm, feeling herself getting more and more revitalized with every drop. A satisfied moan let her lips, lost in the bliss of finally tasting blood again, and after a whole minute of the ordeal, she had to practically tear herself away so she wouldn't overfeed.
When her eyes opened again, they were full of life and vigor, and Serana looked a whole new person not the meek and reserved girl, but a woman who looked like she could crush anyone with just her gaze. For a moment, she stared up at Aela, as if she was contemplating her next move just to mess with the werewolf, and finally licked her skin where she had broken it, her saliva healing the wounds almost instantly and easing the pain. "I do not know about tainted or vile, but by the Nine, your blood is strong," she said, finally standing up and no longer looking like she was seconds away from death. "Thank you... truly. I dare not think what would've happened if we ran into another fight before I've had the chance to feed."
Serana herself let out a yawn, her mouth opening wide open and exposing the fangs that still hadn't retracted. Lazily, she padded over to the mess of moss and leaves that was supposed to be their bedding. With a sigh, she plopped herself down on it, enjoying the cool feeling kissing her legs and backside through her dress. "It's quite cold," she noted, pulling her arms around herself, and huddling up to conserve warmth. "Perhaps it would be better if we slept closer. To preserve heat."
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What a delicate little princess, not fond of her current slumber chambers. Aela could only bite the inside of her cheeks to stifle an annoyed sound - for a hunter, this vampire was unlike any other Aela had met. It reminded her of those in the cities, like Solitude, who "liked to hunt". Fancy clothes in a carriage traversing the countryside with guides at their beck and call, taking down rabbits and other small game before returning to their silken sheets and canopy beds. That was not a hunt by any means. Aela craved the feeling of earning her prize; stalking through bushes and brambles, patiently waiting for just the right moment to release a well poised arrow, the twang of the bow and the scent of fresh blood, then resting wherever she desired before doing it all again the next day."I rather doubt it, Serana, but they will not harm you, I can promise you that."
Actually, Seranahadsaid that, but again Aela chose not to comment on the matter - for now, that is. The flustered words of the vampire made Aela grin widely - for someone seemingly ancient she acted as a teenager sometimes. A little hurt? Please. It wasn't like they'd just been in a battlealmostto death, thankfully interrupted just in time before they could fatally harm each other. Aela found herself growing rather fond of this stranger. Perhaps, along this journey, they could become friends rather than mortal enemies. Given they shared a cave, it was apparent they'd already grown past that point. Aela would only hiss softly as sharp canines pierced her wrist. After a moment she closed her eyes and steadied her breath to keep calm and still. Weakness was settling in - Aela was just about to pull away when Serana released her. The Huntress exhaled slowly trying to shake away the dizziness that had settled, just managing to catch the brief predatory gaze in the vampire. Aela flinched toward the only weapon - the abandoned arrow - but Serana ended the play. Aela narrowed her eyes, but there was a twitch of a smile before Aela moved to allow the vampire first pick on the moss - Serana's comment broke the Huntress, then. Aela laughed while shaking her head."Milk drinker,"Aela teased. She settled beside the vampire, with her front to Serana's back. It was cold, though, in the damp dark atmosphere. Aela was used to it, but she'd always had someone to wrap around in this place. Slowly, so Serana could shift in place, Aela wrapped an arm around the vampire's torso. She scooted close until they pressed together; Aela's face buried in the braid she had made."You'll have all the commodities you require at Jorrvaskr, princess. I'll see that you are given what you need before we start our search for your kin."
No more words for now; Aela coiled about Serana almost possessively to contain their warmth. She thought it'd be difficult to sleep without his arms around her, but it was not long at all until the Huntress was gone from the world. Deep in slumber neither women would notice the approach of the wolves. They padded softly closer, until the male rested behind Aela, the female at their heads, and cubs to the front of Serana. Protected by their guardians, hours of rest rejuvenated the night dwellers.
Until, just as the sun crested the horizon, Aela began to twitch and stir with her arms still bound to Serana's waist. The wolves were first to open their eyes. The male went straight to the entryway to watch for enemies, while the mother and cubs tenderly began to lick and nuzzle at the slumbering beauties faces.
"Skjor?"mumbled Aela sleepily, temporarily tightening her hold on the other until she realized the form was much smaller, softer than his broad masculine form. Aela jolted away immediately, before recalling the previous day's events. Feeling sorry for likely jerking the vampire awake, Aela came a little closer."Feel better, milk drinker?"she taunted while laying on her back and stretching deeply.
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"Milk drinker!?" Serana gasped, sounding absolutely offended by the teasing remark. She turned, slamming down the Elder Scroll in her arms beside her into the moss, looking like she was all but ready to give a frenzied debate. Perhaps Aela had made a mistake, letting her feed on her Serana was a much more lively and argumentative woman when she wasn't starved for blood. "If wanting suitable accomodations and being averse to sleeping in the mud classifies me as amilk drinker, then yes, I am one." Having made her point, and not in the mood to have further discussions, Serana threw herself down and turned on her sides, staring straight at the priceless artifact she's held for months as she willed herself to sleep.
Sleep would not come immediately, however, and she could feel Aela settling in beside her, shifting in place and getting comfortable. Serana remained still, a bit sulky still after being called a milk drinker, but she did lose her rigidity when she felt Aela's arm snaking across her waist. She etched closer until there was no more space between them, and Serana could feel just howwarmshe was. Inadvertently, she sighed at the soothing sensation, shifting a bit to find the perfect angle to press her backside against her crotch, so that their bodies lined up perfectly. To preserve heat, she told herself. "I'm not a princess, and I'm not that posh," she said irritably, eyes rolling in the dark, hating how she liked the way the word sounded upon the huntress's lips. It brought back memories of a past life, one that was happy and free of curses and regrets. She was allowed to enjoy her happiness wherever she could, Serana reasoned with herself, and simply accepted name as a compliment. "Goodnight," she whispered sleepily, just as she slipped into a fitful slumber, the first one she had had in quite a while.
Serana enjoyed a peaceful, dreamless sleep, and was awoken by the touch of small furry creatures nuzzling against her and licking her face. Eyes still closed, she grinned and pulled one of the feisty little things into her arms to cuddle with it, earning a surprised little yelp from the cub in the process. Ysa stepped in and gently nipped her nose, and the vampire mumbled, "Alright, alright..." as she let the wolf cub go and snuggle back into sleep. For a moment she'd forgotten she was not alone, and was sharply reminded of that fact when Aela squeezed her and pulled her in tight, mumbling some name she's never heard before. Serana froze in her spot, wondering who Skjor might be. Her lover, perhaps? Must be, for her to be calling out his name while practically cuddling with someone.
Then Aela seemed to come to her senses, jerking away from Serana and waking up the vampire fully in the process. She groaned, clearly not happy at being shaken awake in such a fashion, and she sat up and yawned as she stretched, still managing to keep her eyes closed. They did open in irritation at Aela though, and the huntress earned a slap on her arm for the petty insult. "You're just going to keep calling me that, aren't you?" she whined groggily. "I'm feeling worlds better, thanks," she said more genuinely, and scrambled up to her feet so she could go clean herself up at the creek. Ysa and her cubs followed the vampire, and Serana spent a good while playing with them and letting them drink from her hands while she waited for Aela to get up.
When she does, Serana would be fresh faced and clean, water dripping from her chin after washing her face, and she greeted Aela with a smile as she scratched one of the cubs' ear. "Go clean yourself up. You look like shit," she said with a small laugh, and hoisted herself up to go pack up her things; namely, her Elder Scroll. With it slung around her back, she returned to where Aela and the wolves were, and knelt down so she would be level with the animals. "Thank you so much for letting us stay here," she said softly to Ysa, and the wolf stared into her eyes, as if she understood every word she spoke. "Perhaps we will meet again, if I happen to pass by." She nipped her hand in response, and Serana beamed.
"Shall we go, then? Whiterun must be a day's travel at least, and I'm not a particularly fast walker, unless you intend to carry me." And she'd made it very clear she had no intention of carrying her.
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The slap upon her arm did little to disturb Aela despite the long reach of her limbs; she only chuckled quietly (quite glad to find another nerve to pluck the vampire's temperament) before rising to a sitting position. Of course the princess dearest wanted to cleanse herself but Aela did not care to. After sleeping on earth her scent would be better covered and undetectable by enemies, but there was a soft appreciative smile as she saw how readily Ysa and her cubs drew to the stranger's touch. The boldest of the young leapt up and down Serana's legs - not harmfully, but wishing to engage in the bath and roll about the water. Never before had she seen the young so adventurous; even when Skjor and she had inhabited after a hunt they'd only come to warm them in the night, then leave to guard with their parents. Aela gave a few soft scratches to each - perhaps a particularly long one upon the bold bouncing cub - before she shook her head at Serana's desire."Absolutely not. You will remain with my tainted and vile smell,"a brief pause, knowing the taunt and following reaction,"to deter wildlife. Smell of the prey, and you become the predator."
It would have taken her longer to prepare had she kept the necessary supplies - a weapon, first of all, which she missed terribly given the scowl on her face. Serana may have had fun with the cubs - who now yawned and stretched joining their parents at the entry awaiting their friends departure - they wouldn't attack, not when grown oddly so close, but they certainly couldn't keep them safe forever. One arrowhead between them. They'd have to backtrack to recover their arms, if any were to be left. Would it be worth it?
"Yes."
The armor Aela wore was her mother's, but the bow had been her father's. It was heavy for a woman but she knew it well. That meant they'd arrive at Whiterun in the middle of the night, not dusk as expected. Aela wouldnotleave her father's bow behind. Although she loved her parents, eternity would lie with a hunt with Hircine upon her death where such things were not needed. Until then, she'd cherish what humanity held for her to the greatest extent.
"A brief backtrack, to recover our arms. I need my bow, and else we left. It'll only take a bit, considering we aren't half dead and fleeing. And...what the hell is that?"
Serana had kept a tight grip on some long paper scroll that Aela just noticed as the vampire and she rose to bid farewell to their new furry friends. Aela had seen it before but given the ducking, dodging, and not dying bit the massive thing hadn't caused a tweak consciously until they neared the cave entry half a day later to depart.
"You've held onto that longer than my breath,"Aela mentioned shortly after the beginning of their trek, while nodding to the giant roll of paper at Serana's back."What is it?
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Serana looked at Aela stonily, as if she was looking upon some flithy, savage beast. In fact, the vampire would've happily classified her as such, if not for the fact that they had spent the night sleeping in each other's arms, and spent the few hours before that running for their lives with only each other to depend on. Her lips twitched, beginning to realize that Aela was serious in her adamant refusal to at least clean up just a little bit. "Right. That's why I bested you in that forest then, because I'm an odorousparasitethat could smell your scent from miles away." Still though, she was of not mind to force her to do anything, as she was an adult and not a child, and left the huntress to her own devices and moved on throuh the motions.
With everything packed up and farewells and thanks said to the wolves who so graciously welcomed then, the two women prepared to set out. Aela's suggestion caught Serana off guard, but she nodded nonetheless after contemplating it for a few seconds. "More than likely the Dawnguard will have snatched it up; it's a valuable weapon, no? With any luck they'll still be camped out around the area, with the element of surprise on our side this time." The trail was a beautiful image of yellow and green of autumn, and as much as Serana loved the scenery and beauty of day, the sun's heat made her uncomfortable in her own body. With no cloak or hood to cover herself, she felt the sun's rays burning upon her skin. "Mind you, I won't be as potent in my abilities as the night before, as we are in broad daylight. I have your blood coursing through me though. I won't fall to my knees because of a single arrow like last time," she promised.
The trek went as a leisurely pace, and Serana took the opportunity to breathe in the fresh air and revel in the feeling of safety and freedom, having another by her side. She shuffled uncomfortably when asked about the roll of paper upon her back, but she answered truthfully, trusting Aela to be sound in her judgement. "It's an Elder Scroll," she said plainly. "A gift from my mother, before she sealed me in some obscure cave for thousands of years." She flashed Aela a toothy grin, very well aware of the implications of what she had said. "Don't worry, I've only beenreallyalive for a short span of time. I'm not some ancient vampire deceiving you into slavery, or some such."
But with her question answer, Serana deemed it appropriate to ask one of her own as well. "When we were sleeping," she began, just as they came towards the edge of the forest, "you called me by another name. Skjor. Is he... is he your lover?" Serana was well aware what she asked might be too personal, but her inquisitive nature prevailed, and judging from the fact Aela jerked away from her when she noticed she wasn't this Skjor person, the vampire knew it would be an important subject.
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"It is not valuable to anyone but me. It was my father's bow,"Aela explained to show the significance of the weapon. Upon plain sight it did not seem particularly unique for any reason, but Aela could not simply abandon it. Besides, as Serana continued, they'd need her cloak to shield the vampire from the sun. Aela paused to glance back at Serana as she told what the scroll was - the Huntress had never heard that term before, but it was the fact her mother had sealed the woman away for averylong time that stunned her. Aela remained silent with a perked brow for a moment, before shaking her head then continuing her walk."She seems...nice,"Aela whispered.
At the edge of the woods, Serana posed her own question which again caused a hesitation in the Huntress."Did I?"Aela didn't remember doing so, but it made sense. She felt a sharp pang in her chest. With a soft sigh, she leaned against one of the trees."He...was, but is no longer. He's hunting with Hircine now,"Aela answered quietly, with her eyes cast to the ground."It was he who bestowed the gift upon me. Only select Companions are given the blood, and it is secret among us. When I was learning, he brought me to the cave to control me. That is when we met the wolves."
Aela turned to the sky, soaking in the sun and watching the clouds slowly float across."They miss him, too."
Not wishing to dwell on the matter, Aela waved a dismissive hand while gazing across the horizon. Faintly in the distance a thin streak of gray smoke drifted into the sky. Narrowing her eyes, she inhaled - a fire, likely their camp."Look, there. It must be them,"Aela pointed out,"We are lucky; they aren't far. Stay behind me, out of sight. They will not recognize me from last night. I can approach, and say I've seen a vampire the opposite way. When they leave we can retrieve our weapons, and put the vermin down. What do you think?"
As good a plan as any, Aela thought. She crouched to the ground before gathering a handful of mud. Eyes on the prize, Aela began to apply her war paint, hearing her father's voice quietly in the back of her mind.
"Eyes open, little hunter, all three - even your mind's eye. Cross everything else out."His rough fingers made two cross marks on her forehead, leaving the center open."Focus on the horizon to keep moving forward."A long horizontal across her cheeks and nose.
Aela stood up, tall and proud. Confidently she began to move toward the smoke, the Huntress in all her glory stalking her prey.
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The fact that the bow belonged to Aela's father made Serana roll back her initial hesitance. A father's love was something she never had, but she couldunderstandit. That bow would carry memories, and even if it was worthless to anyone else, she knew it would be priceless to the huntress. In much the same way the Elder Scroll was important to Serana, actually. Unlike Aela's bow, the scroll was a powerful artifact and the vampire despised the thing, wished she could toss it off a cliff into the bottomless sea. Yet she held onto it, for it was the only thing she had left of her mother. At least she had fond memories of the woman, even if the betrayal clouded much of her judgement.
"Oh... I'm sorry," she said quietly, worrying if she'd stepped on her toes by asking the question. From the way she hesitated and looked down to the ground, Serana guessed that the loss would've been recent, and that she was still healing from the wounds. The Companions and the secret existence of lycanthropy within their ranks didn't concern Serana as much, but it did confirm her suspicions that Aela wouldn't be the only wolf she encounters. Best be on her guard then. "He lives on in your memory," she said helpfully, trying to pull Aela back out of the emotional trap she's pushed her into. "And perhaps an eternity in Hircine's hunting grounds would be his paradise, if he's anything like you."
A trail of smoke rising from the woods put an end to their conversation for now, and immediately Serana felt her nerves tense as she thought of encountering the Dawnguard again. Aela didn't seem to share her concerns, formulating a plan and going over it in methodical fashion. The vampire breathed in, calming her nerves and thinking of her role in the plan. "A sound plan. I'll send an illusion to lead them away into the denser parts of the woods once you've managed to convince them. We'll have the shadows on our side when we ambush them, and we shall hunt them one by one."
Their plan resolute, Serana followed Aela into the woods, studying the curious way the huntress applied her war paint. She wore the same one when they fought the night before, though Serana had her mind on more pressing matters back then. Silently, the two creatures of the night crept into the dark of the forest, the sunlight eventually blocked out by the canopy above. Serana could feel her strength returning with every second. Once they were at the edge of the camp, Serana halted and went sideways, giving Aela a small nod of confirmation before circling around the camp.
While her companion talked to their prey, Serana began channeling her magicka and preparing her spell, patiently lying in wait. Once she heard footsteps coming her way, she cast the spell, forming an illusion of herself in her full vampire regalia long black hair that flowed to the middle of her back, an ostentatious red dress, a black cape, and her eyes glowing a dark red. The fake Serana would wait until they've seen her, and then immediately break into a stride as she ran deeper into the forest.
"Over there!" one of them called, and the whole group quickly gave chase, abandoning the camp in the process.
Satisfied, Serana emerged from the bushels and made way into the camp, smiling dazzlingly at the woman waiting for her. "Hope you didn't have to wait too long," she quipped as she began rummaging through the tents and sleeping bags, searching for a cloak to protect her in daylight preferably a thick one, to protect from the cold as well. She eventually selected a thick black fur-lined coat with a hood large enough to obscure her entire face. With a flair, she wrapped the thing around her shoulders, and also picked up a fine steel dagger from around the campfire to finish off her equipment.
"Shall we?"
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It was too soon to discuss such personal matters; Aela was indebted to serve Serana in the meantime but she was not willing to fully discuss their histories - the vampire far more interesting than the huntress. After they prepared themselves for their primary journey, perhaps the huntress would accept further inquiries with acquiescence, considering she has several of her own regarding Serana enclosed with an alleged Elder Scroll - whatever that meant. For now, the hunt was on. Aela crept closer, within earshot to the camp she dropped to her stomach to listen.
"...they ran! We almost got them, too."
"Both?!"
"Why would a vampire and werewolf travel together?"
"Who knows? Doesn't matter! I had one in my arms, and he had the other -"
"Talos bless, it smelled awful. Anyway I was about to sl-"
Unable to tolerate their lies another moment Aela ducked down, to crawl forward unexpectedly. Hearing a sudden noise the guards drew their arms but after seeing a scantily armored woman without weapons they were quick to lower their hands."Oh, thank the Gods!"she groaned as if out of breath."A vampire...it, it attacked me, just minutes ago. It went that way. Please, help me."
Off they went into the opposite woods seeking what did not exist. Aela held the chuckle until Serana joined her to confiscate their camp."That was perfect. I'll make a hunter of you yet, milk drinker."A soft tease this time - same words, but respect given with the softer tone. Illusion magic could come in handy, it seemed, she'd have to inquire about it one day. A topic for another time; they had blood to draw now. The bow and quiver was easy to find, but her Skyforge dagger was gone; Earlund wouldn't be happy about making her another one, but she knew he would.
Stepping into the woods, she spotted one of them immediately past a few trees. He was crouched and slowly creeping forward. With an arrow ready, Aela came closer, then gave a loud whistle. He turned as the string snapped, and grunted as the steel tip found his heart. Aela grinned viciously as he fell, watching the life fade from his eyes. And, once on the ground, she noted her dagger in his hand. Perfect; now she didn't have to beg Earlund for another. As she bent to collect it, another of the guards rounded a tree behind her, sword in hand.
"Hands off, thief! You're with that vampire, aren't you?!"
Aela rose slowly, unable to ready an arrow before he could be upon her. She kept her eyes on him as he approached, sword tip aimed at her chest but not penetrating. "Tell me where she is, and you'll die faster."
The Huntress only smiled tauntingly."Behind you."
She wasn't, but he twirled nonetheless. Aela was upon him instantly, jerking the sword from his hand and using it to thrust in his back. Two down, two to go. Hopefully Serana's hunt was going just as smoothly.
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Serana gave a huge eye-roll at the name-calling, though this time it was more out of playful annoyance rather than being truly offended. It bugged her how she still wasn't able to come up with a good name for her, and that she was taking jab after verbal jab as the huntress teased her to no end. Whatdoesone call strong-willed, haughty werewolf whose blood tasted like fine wine? A tasty bloodbag? Promising herself that she would not be outdone, she phased the thoughts out of her mind for the moment as she refocused on the task at hand. Dawnguard, four of them, each one now separated in their attempt to search for her. "We shall see who is the better hunter soon, Huntress," she said with a confident, lopsided smile, and vanished into the shadows of the woods.
While she was no refined hunter like Aela, Serana was still a creature of the night, and she blended into the darkness like a fish takes to water. Her white cloak and torn dress magically camouflaged to a dark green, she stalked from branch to branch, yellow eyes sharp on the lookout for prey. The first she found lurking near a river, crouching behind tall tufts of weed as she readied her bow. Silently, she dropped down from the branch, landing with a soft thud, still not alerting the woman. Her fingers danced as she cast her spell, droplets of water rising from the earth and coalescing and crystallizing into a sharp ice spike.
Taking her time, Serana breathed in a steadying breath and took aim, then released the spike with a snap of her fingers. It flew at lightning speed and struck the Dawnguard member right on the back of her head, going through her whole head and coming out of her face. She was dead before she knew what happened, and the body fell onto the ground with a pathetic thud. Serana grinned.
So this is how it feels to be the hunter.No wonder Aela likes to so much.
As she was enjoying her victory, she heard footsteps coming from the east, and Serana ducked back into cover, readying another ice spike all the while.
"Ygritte? You there?" The man called, searching for his now dead comrade, carefully making his way across the river to where the body lay. Serana waited patiently, waiting for him to discover the body. Once he did, he let out an agonized wail, falling to his knees and gently cradling the body. He sobbed and whispered to it, but he didn't have to for long Serana's spell hit him in the head not a moment later, and soon he was dead as well, going out in the same way the other one did. Satisfied, Serana slinked back into the covers and made her way back to the camp, running into Aela near the site.
"I'm guessing both of our ventures went well," she said a bit breathlessly, having jogged over the last couple of minutes. She looked more vibrant than before, knowing that she no longer had to look over her shoulder every minute. Serana took little pleasure in taking people's lives, but when they were looking to end her life, the vampire had inclination to spare theirs. The only exception she made was for the woman beside her. "Wait a moment. I should change into something more appropriate for travel," she said, spotting a set of clean leather armor on the racks. "Turn around," she told Aela, flicking her finger forward and motioning her not to look, and promptly changed into the tight fit of an attire. "Doesn't fit too well... A bit too tight around my chest..." she grunted, trying to hook the clasps behind her back and failing miserably.
"Errm, you can look now... Can you come help me with this?" she asked frustratedly, no longer caring that she was nude from the waist down.
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"Very well, indeed,"Aela preened happily. There was no pride in cold blooded murder, but a battle was different. It was Nordic custom, they were hardy and tough people. Besides, they'd been chasing the women anyway, and it would have only ended when one side fell. Idly the Huntress flicked through the camp for supplies, but paused when Serana told her not to look. Curiously Aela lifted a brow - what a prude, she had been nude in front of this one twice, and Serana couldn't even change clothes? With an annoyed sigh she did as asked, turning her back to the vampire while plucking potion ingredients from one of the abandoned pouches.
"You probably don't ha-...oh."Aela paused during the sentence, surprised to see a rather pretty backside greeting her. She was shapely, her fair skin smooth and likely very soft. The Huntress chuckled, forcing her eyes up to notice the problem of the armored tunic."You have to adjust the strips. Here, let me."Aela expertly loosened the thin leather sections to make a better fit, though her eyes kept traveling down to the lovely rear she itched to touch, wanting to know if it was as soft as the rest of Serana's skin."You're quite pretty"Aela complimented, ignoring the reddening of her own cheeks. Ah, that would not do. She needed to fix that."...for a parasite. There, that should feel better. We can find something you'd like better at Jorrvaskr."
Casting her eyes aside, Aela began to gather whatever could be useful for their journey, which was plenty. Lots of food, potions and ingredients, and even a silver necklace with a small amber gemstone in the amulet. Aela offered it to Serana, as she had no use for such trinkets.
"Time to go. I do not wish to be discovered by another surrounded by the dead. Are you ready, pretty parasite?"
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Serana murmured a small thanks in relief as Aela came to her help, finally able to breathe again as the leather strips were loosened to make room for her chest. Her comment had the vampire turning around in surprise, it being the first compliment she'd gotten from the huntress's lips. "Oh really? I hadn't quite noticed," she replied with a cheeky smile, eyes dancing with amusement and satisfaction, but it was gone all too soon, turned into a pout, as the woman continued talking. Quite pretty, for a parasite. Of course. How wonderful would it be if she could shut up her pretty mouth whenever she wanted? Serana would make Aela keep quiet whenever the woman tries to call her one of the many names she's devised over the past twelve hours. She shuddered to think what she could come up with if she was given a week.
Done with her upper body, she then slipped into the tight leather pants, which too were a snug fit around her backside. Serana sighed, not too enthused about possessing her curves at the moment. Still, she wiggled into them with some effort, learning to adjust the straps as Aela had. She'd asked for her help in a rush earlier, and only realized now that the woman probably would've gotten a good view of her exposed ass while she was suffocating in leather. Her cheeks flushed, and it only worsened when she saw that Aela was blushing as well. Ahh, what was wrong with her? Moving on.
Forcing the feelings of embarassment from her mind, she joined Aela in looting the camp, taking more than she would normally need so as to allow for detours in delays in their journeys. She pocketed some empty soul gems, potion ingredients, food, wine. She was hard at work searching, humming go herself, when Aela approached and offered her a beautiful silver necklace, with an amber gemstone embedded. "Oh... thanks," Serana replied softly, accepting the amulet with gratitude. It matched with her skin and choice of color for her attire, and perhaps she could enchant it when they arrived in Whiterun. The Companions would surely have a mage among their ranks, she hoped.
All done, she checked everything on her person, nodding after seeing all was accounted for. "Ready as I ever will be, wolf," she said, joining her, and the two women set out from the woods towards the city of Whiterun.
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Off they went, women in stride free from the mess they'd left behind. It was someone else's problem, now. Aela led the way easily, pointing out landmarks and recognizable trees or fences to explain how she knew where to go. She was happy to teach Serana how to navigate better, but the day was spent without too many personal subjects. They just weren't close enough yet to inquire about such things; vague, at best. Aela explained how she'd come into the Companions: her mother died when she was young, and her father had joined them shortly after. She followed his footsteps. Serana talked a little about what she'd done since emerging from the cave her mother had sealed her in, but as for why Aela did not press further, nor did she inquire more about the ritual and the elder scroll. Aela couldn't get too close; she cared enough to assist the vampire's journey home but that had to be it. Vengeance for Skjor, and the demise of the Silver Hand, was her forefront thought. The journey was largely uneventful; in daylight the wilderness was mostly peaceful. In the distance to the left as they approached Whiterun, Aela pointed out an extremely large trail of smoke emerging from a lifted ridge. It was a giant's camp, and Aela warned that they'd have to stay away from them. They could pass by, as long as they didn't get too close. Giants kept to themselves, and their mammoths, for the most part but if threatened it would be a battle far more difficult than a few Dawnguard. Those clubs came downhard. By the time they reached the surrounding barrier of the city, it was approaching midnight.
Guards stood at the gate, but as Aela approached, they stepped aside quickly. "Welcome home, Companion," said the right male, while the left female gave a friendly nod and smile, before squinting to Aela's companion. It was a curious gaze, but since the woman was with Aela, she wouldn't question the stranger's presence."Any trouble?"The Huntress asked, to which the female guard laughed.
"Brenuin stole some ale from The Bannered Mare; he's in a cell for tonight. I'd bet he's happy for it - least he's got a bed for the day. He'll be back to begging tomorrow. Hulda didn't care to press charges this time."
So, nothing exciting - good to know. Aela thanked them both quietly before they opened the doors to allow the women passage into the city. Well, what had been a city. Whiterun had once been bigger than Solitude, but now? It was less than Riften - population wise, that is. At least they had morals here, and didn't house the Thieves Guild. Just werewolves, disguised as Companions. Aela waved her wrist, indicating Serana should follow. Up from the Plains District into the Wind District. Only one other building matched Jorrvaskr; the temple of Kynareth to the opposite side. Similar size, varied structure. One was a place of worship, the other larger and spread out. As Aela approached the grand double door entrance, she looked to Serana.
"Remember two things: my gift is secret. Yours is obvious, but as long as you are beside me, you will be safe, anywhere in the Hold. And second?"
Aela turned from the vampire, to place her hand on the wood preparing to open it.
"Do not say you bested me in the woods. The boys will not let me live it down."
Aela pushed, ignoring the fact she gave Serana the ammunition to make up for all the condescending, albeit taunting, insults the Huntress had thought of in the last day.
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And with the sun peeking out from the edge of the forest at dawn, the two women set off for their destination. Serana clad in her new leather armor and fur-lined cloak, concealing most of her body and face like a coccoon, and Aela proudly displaying her sculpted figure in that armor of hers. The whole of the Rift was beautiful, cloaked in autumn yellows and greens, dotted with verdant forests and hot springs, even when they were at the edge of the region near Ivarstead. Serana had a crude map she had nicked off a marketplace stall in Riften, but she was no use when it came to navigating, so she followed Aela's lead appreciatively, taking notes of the pointers she gave her.
It was actually so impressive, really, how she seemed to be attuned with nature, a primal force whose gait seemed like the prowl of a beast. The conversation between them was pleasant and non-committal, neither of them particularly comfortable with sharing personal details. Aela told her about her parents, how she came to be part of the Companions, and how much her armor and now meant to her. Serana even felt a bit of envy at her childhood, wishing she also had gifts and heirlooms to hold onto. Question about who Skjor was tinged at the tip of her tongue, but she kept her lips tightly shut, reminding herself to respect the other woman's privacy, as she did hers. Serana also spun some tales of her own; how she was sealed away by her mother, what she did after she awoke and found both the Dawnguard and the imposter 'Volkihar' vampires hunting her. She also opened up a bit about the time she was alive in back in the third era, back when Cyrodiil wasn't the seat of the Empire, when the High Elves stayed on the Summerset Isles and there was no Aldmeri Dominion, back when Skyrim was ruled by its jarls and was free. A revolution was underway, but apparently the Companions did not pick sides. Curious she would've expected proud sons and daughters of Skyrim to side with their kin.
The landscape quickly changed when they crossed into the Whiterun hold, forests and mountains traded in for snowy plains where she could see ahead for miles. Aela gave her a specific warning about staying away from a giant camp right outside the city of Whiterun, and Serana made a mental note to heed her friend's advice... if she could call her that. Those clubs looked like they could send her halfway across Tamriel with one smack. Finally, at duskfall, they arrived at the city gates, though Serana still kept her hood on for fear of repercussion. Aela was obviously well known and respected around these parts, judging from the way the guards saluted her. The vampire was just glad she was able to go in with her; getting in the city by herself would've been an insurmountable task.
The city beyond the gates was... quite underwhelming, actually. She'd never visited Whiterun before, but she'd heard grand stories of it the biggest hold in all of Skyrim, with its Jarl presiding from Dragonsreach up in the clouds. The keep still looked magnificent high up on the hill, but she'd expected more. Regardless, she was in no position to complain; Whiterun was miles ahead of Riften, and people here seemed like good folk. Her yellow eyes wandered from the Blacksmith closing up shop on the left, to the empty Marketplace, to the huge tree that Aela introduced to her as the Gildergreen, the temple of Kynareth, and finally, set atop a flight of steps, the upturned rowboat that was Jorrvaskr, the hall of the Companions.
The building was both alien and magnificent to Serana's eyes, who could not comprehend why someone would reuse an old boat for anything, much for housing, but her tired legs superseded her questions for now. "Only if you stop calling a princess or a pretty parasite," she retorted with a slight grin, having no real intention of smearing her name like that, not when she'd helped her get back into the folds of civilization safely.
The doors creaked as they entered, and the vampire was not prepared for the liveliness of the hall. Tables were set around a huge hearth with a roaring fire, decked out in food and wine that could feed thirty people. A brawl seemed to be breaking out on the left, a dunmer and a nord woman slugging it out, all the while their peers cheered on. "Is this what you companions do for entertainment? Beat the living hell out of each other?" she asked amusedly, though she grew silent as a man with a greatsword strapped to his back approached her.
"Aela! Back from hunting that parasite, eh? Ria told me you left with haste that night; the bounty must've good. I thought you'd want to take a moment after Skjor, but obviously I was wrong," said the man with smudged war paint around his eyes, one who Aela would know as Vilkas. But then he noticed the hooded woman standing beside the huntress, instantly spotting her yellow eyes, her pale skin and the tip of her fangs upon her lips. The friendly smile turned into a frown, and he his slowly went to the greatsword on his back.
"Aela... who is this?"
Serana panicked, her heart suddenly beating at a breakneck speed, and she desperately turned to Aela, looking for help.
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It was not surprising that a fight was occurring within the building - Aela hadn't heard anyone outside, so of course they were inside. Amusement danced in the Huntress's eyes as she watched the two land non-fatal blows with their hands."Entertainment, and training. No warrior can win a fight if they do not prepare ahead of time."Turning from the others, Aela noted Vilkas approach from the opposite side. So wrapped up in the fight none of the others had noticed Aela's - and company - arrival. At first The Huntress nodded with a gentle, friendly smile but it was quick to fall into a thin-lipped frown at the mention of her fallen lover. Anger flashed across her face as the others finally heard the soft scraping of a drawn weapon. The fight paused as they looked between their shield-siblings, and the strange newcomer. Before he could fully draw his blade, Aela took a commanding step forward.
"A friend."
Obviously further explanation would be necessary to fully welcome the stranger, but Vilkas noted the cold expression of the Huntress. He had made a mistake mentioning Skjor, and it was not the time to question Aela. He released the hilt of his blade before stepping aside toward the others. Aela exhaled slowly as her tension lessened. Turning to Serana, Aela waved toward the table."I need to speak to Kodlak. Take a seat, eat if you'd like,"her eyes traveled to the others, but she continued to speak to the vampire."You will not be threatened here,"Aela promised, catching every face of her shield-siblings. The intention was clear; the stranger would be allowed to stay under Aela's command. With a softened gaze, Aela nodded to the vampire."I'll be back shortly."
The Huntress disappeared down a flight of stairs at the right of the room. As soon as she was gone the fight resumed, with Vilkas standing in a corner. Arms crossed, he would occasionally glance at the vampire, but said nothing directly to her. Just because she was allowed entry doesn't mean they needed to initiate - not until Aela fully explained the situation, which is what she was doing downstairs at the moment.
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For a moment, Serana worried that they might come to blows, the tall man's demeanor suggesting that he was every bit ready to hack her into two, but one word from Aela quelled any hostility there might've been. It almost felt like they were telepathic, communicating just through their gazes, a confused Serana glancing between the two bemusedly before the man stepped away to go stand in the corner. The vampire allowed herself a small sigh of relief-- the tension remained in the room, of course, but Aela made sure to make it clear to everyone that she was not to be harmed, just as she had promised. Most didn't even seem that interested in her, only a select few eyeing her suspiciously, and soon the Huntress was gone, leaving her to feel suddenly alone and exposed.
Not wanting to seem like a demure ingenue, she tentatively stepped forward and took a seat at the table, ignoring the fight that broke out again and the occasional glances from the man standing in the corner. At least he no longer seemed like he wanted to make vampire steak out of her. Speaking of, the smell of seared venison hit her nostrils, along with the slight pungency of cheese and heavy mead, and Serana only realized then just howstarvingshe felt. The social awkwardness now taking a backseat in her mind, she took a slice of meat from one of the plates and dug into it, coming damn well near moaning in pleasure at the taste of the juicy, tender meat.
Another woman slid into the seat beside her, an Imperial, by the looks of her. Unlike the man that greeted them, this woman was all smiles, and greeted her with a friendly, yet inquisitive grin. "Welcome to Jorrvaskr," she said, "Name's Ria, and that brooding fellow over there is Vilkas." Vilkas gave them a gruff wave when Serana turned to look at him. It seemed as if she wanted to ask her if she was the vampire Aela set out to hunt, but she was obviously more tactful than Vilkas, and settled for making small talk about everything in general; the beauty of Whiterun, the recent civil war between the Stormcloaks and the Imperials, how Tilma, the cook at Jorrvaskr, was such a talented hand in the chef. Serana could only give her opinions on the lattermost topic, with which she agreed emphatically, hungrily wolfing down the venison and draining it down with mead.
"Who's this Kodlak Aela went to talk to?" the vampire asked with a mouthful, a delicate hand covering her face. "Our Harbinger. Think of him as our... guide. Every companion is their own person, and we are free to conduct ourselves as we please, but we could always use some weathered experience from old bears like Kodlak." Serana nodded in agreement, settling into the place and waiting for Aela to come back.
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After a few more minutes the pair ended their fight - panting and bruised, they laughed before shaking hands with mutual respect. One had a cut brow, the other a split lip, yet they sat next to each other at the table with happy smiles and dancing eyes. Vilkas nodded in approval; a proper battle indeed. Furiously they began to eat for recovery, cups clacked together in a toast to a fun fight. Thankfully Ria had enough manners to introduce herself and make pleasant conversation with their guest. A few others joined but not as enthusiastically, giving short answers and small talk just to not be rude.
Downstairs, the old bear grinned as Aela approached. "Glad to see you're still in one piece, Companion; that vampire was no trouble?" Aela laughed softly before sitting beside Kodlak."Yes, well, about that"Aela nervously bit the inside of her cheek as his brow perked curiously."She's upstairs at the moment.""What?!"
It took about half an hour to relay the whole story; no detail was left out. Aela told the truth - only to their Harbinger, of course. He was surprised, and not too thrilled about Aela needing to leave for an undetermined amount of time, but the Huntress was honor bound to this vampire who had spared her life. Tradition could not be broken; regretfully he would allow her to depart with whatever supplies they needed. Gratefully Aela gave him a brief, gentle hug. She was rarely affectionate to anyone, but this old bear had been like an uncle to her - friends with her father, had helped raise then train her. Aela could die on this journey; she needed one last hug just in case. Neither suspected it would be he that left this plane first.
Together they ascended to the main entry, with Kodlak in the lead. Aela glanced at Serana first, glad to see most of the others had decided to play nice. Kodlak cleared his throat softly to gain their undivided attention.
"Serana is a guest of Jorvasskr," he began, speaking clearly and loudly, obviously a voice of command. "Unless provoked, no one will raise their weapon in her direction. She will stay here with Aela as they gather what they need."
Vilkas stepped forward, a look of concern present - not at Serana being here, but wondering why they'd need supplies. It was then Aela matched his movement, her eyes soft as she met her shield-brothers gaze, but speaking to all her siblings.
"I am to accompany her home, that is all."Where was that, anyway? Aela couldn't remember asking, but that could wait until they were alone. He frowned, not liking this either. He still didn't understandwhyAela wanted to do this, but now was not the time to question it. After a disgruntled sigh he eased back, to which Aela could only give the tiniest of smiles.
Since there was no question to Kodlak's command, Aela gave a gentle wave at Serana, indicating she should follow."There's a spare room across from mine,"unfortunately,"That you can stay in as we prepare."
Aela led the way through their living quarters; thankfully they would have their own hall. Aela nodded left at the end of the passageway."Mine, and yours,"she explained, pointing to the opposing door, unable to even look at it directly."Settle in. I must speak to Vilkas and Farkas privately. If you need anything, speak to Tillma. I won't be long."
Suddenly Aela was gone, as if she did so coldly while walking away. She didn't mean to but it had been his room. She knew the others would not be comfortable bunking with the vampire. There was no choice, but Aela felt her heart ache knowing someone else was in Skjor's bed, other than herself and him.
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It felt like an eternity before Aela came back up, an old grizzled man Serana assumed to be Kodlak in tow. By then she and Ria had run out of topics to talk about and were reduced to just sitting awkwardly in silence. Well, mostly on Serana's part Ria soon found conversation with the other companions, and while a bit difficult to get into, Serana did join in on the banter and laughter eventually, and learned the names of most of the Companions feasting in the hallway. There was amiable Ria, gruff Vilkas and his brother Farkas, and the others, Njada, Athis, Torvar. When Aela reappeared, Torvar was in the middle of trying to drunkenly convince the table about how he slept with four women in the span of two hours. No one was really having it, and Vilkas looked like he was ready to punch him in the face, so it was good the huntress appeared when she did.
Kodlak declared her a guest of Jorrvaskr and afforded her protection, much to her relief. Vilkas seemed intent on disagreeing but Aela shut him down with a single sentence just like before, and Aela felt a warm sensation bloom inside her chest when she looked at the woman. Gratefulness, perhaps? The others had no qualms with Kodlak's judgement, and with the official business over, she followed Aela down the stars to the lower floor, as beckoned.
It was unfathomable how large the whole building really was, and Serana counted corridors upon corridors as they passed by walls decorated with trophies, weapons and shields. Truly a home of many proud warriors, she mused. The vampire could see where Aela gets her fighting spirit from. Her whole family was like this, even if they were chosen rather than born. They turned a corner and came to a stop in front of two adjacent rooms, one for each of them, Aela said. Serana smiled beatifically, grateful to have such a companion looking out for her. She would still be sleeping in the dirt if it wasn't for the fierce woman beside her.
"Thank you, Aela. I" Before she could finish her sentence, Aela was off, not even bothering to look at her or poke fun at her, soon disappearing from her view as her footsteps faded away. The vampire was left feeling bemused, wondering if she had done something wrong to upset her. Suddenly feeling melancholic again, she shuffled inside the large room, taking note of the assorted armors and weapons along the walls and the display cases. It looked a little too well decorated and lived in to be a guest room, but Serana didn't dwell on it much, settling down on the bed to give her body some much needed rest, sighing as she felt the comforting touch of a down-filled mattress for the first time in months.
And in that bed she tossed and turned for what felt like hours, her body tired but her mind still fresh and alert, thinking back to the events of the previous two days. She had only known Aela for two days now, and already it felt like she was her closest friend, though it would seem the feeling wasn't mutual, from how cold the she-wolf was earlier. The fact that such a little detail was bothering her frustrated her to no end, and even though she told herself she probably had other things on mind, Serana still found herself sulking. Finally, unable to bear it anymore, she arose from the bed after everything had fallen silent, well after midnight, and gently made her way across the narrow hallway. She had ditched her armor and cloak for a nice, low cut maroon dress Tilma had been nice enough to bring in earlier, and the lack of clanky armor helped in her stealth.
Taking in a deep breath, she knocked the door to Aela's room twice. "Aela?" she whispered. "It's Serana. Can we... can we talk?"
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Dismissing thoughts of a pretty parasite princess across the hall, Aela quickly fled to the Underforge to speak with her shield-brothers. Farkas, busy appeasing a farmhand earlier, was quick to appear beside his brother beneath Eorlund's forge. Both men crossed their arms as Aela entered, but no weapons were presented. This was a sacred place, and only five of the Companions could enter it. Not even the blacksmith abo- four, now, Aela had to remember painfully. Kodlak, Vilkas, Farkas, Aela and no one else. Would this pain ever leave?
Quietly the Huntress talked with her brothers; some truth was given, but stretched. They need not know she was bested, only that the vampire had saved her life. Aela kept the story to a battle with the werewolf change in place, but rather than leave the she-wolf as a prize for the Dawnguard Serana had pulled her away to safety. Aela was thus indebted to her. Kodlak, knowing the whole truth, gave the brothers a swift nod. Instantly they softened, before giving their shield-sister a light embrace. She, too, loved them very much, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.
Aela quietly slid downstairs again, heading to her own room immediately. She did not care if Serana was across the hall in the room of her lover - yes, she did, but chose not to dwell on it - there were things to do, to prepare for. She had pulled on comfortable sleep clothes - loose soft shorts, and a shirt that covered only her breasts and shoulders. It stopped just beneath her chest, revealing her toned and slightly scarred stomach. It was rare for her to be without armor, but this was home, and she was safe here within the hold. She had even bathed, smelling sweetly of lavender. Softly, she sang the lullaby her father had gently whispered to his weary daughter held in a warrior's arms but somehow gentle and soft as he held the heir.
"I can see lights in the distance, trembling in the dark cloak of night"
Useful ingredients were pooled together, a few potion recipes, quiver restocked to the brim.
"...candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing, a waltz on All Souls Night."
Finally, Aela turned to her armor and weapons. She held the main front section close, with cheek pressed to his gem. When the knock came, Aela flinched. Serana's voice, gentle as it was with soft words, disturbed the Huntress. Aela dropped her things before yanking the door open harshly. She stepped sideways with a curl of her wrist to invite Serana to sit on the bed, yet she stood against the wall with arms crossed, eyes cast to the side. There were many things to discuss, yet frustration bested the Huntress.
"What?"Aela spat with venom in her tone, violently running a brush through her still damp wild red tresses.
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A sweet melody slipped through the cracks of the wooden door, carrying Aela's voice to Serana's unaware ears. She had never noticed that she had such a lovely tone, having only heard her shout battle cries and spit venom. For a moment, she briefly wondered if she was disturbing her peace, if she might want to be alone. However, she wasn't prepared for the harsh manner in which the door was opened and Aela beckoned her inside, nor the frustrated frown she wore upon her handsome face. Serana, suddenly unsure of what to do, shuffled awkwardly into the room, taking a seat on the bed as instructed.
The tired yellow eyes didn't fail to notice that Aela was wearing a scant top for her nightly attire, one that exposed her toned stomach, patterned with scars where blades had cut and wounds had healed. Unlike Aela, who seemed to be at ease in the halls of Jorrvaskr, Serana did not feel comfortable sleeping without covering herself, and was clad in a simple sleeveless red dress that went to her ankles and had a cut down the side of her right leg.
Aela wasn't looking at her, just like from before. Except this time, she didn't even bother to speak affability. Serana flinched at the spite in her words, golden eyes growing wide in shock, anger and perhaps a tiny bit of fear, wondering why she even bothered to come in the first place. "I... I thought you had something on your mind and that..." she took in a breath, trying not to trip over her words and looking warily at the way Aela seemed to butcher her own beautiful crimson locks. "And that you might want someone to talk to." Lips pursed in apprehension, she observed the huntress, almost wanting to shirk away from her, before she steeled herself and stood up.
"But I can see that I'm not wanted. Forget it." Brows furrowed together, Serana reminded herself that they did not owe each other anything, and that she didn't have to take the verbal lashing, just as Aela didn't need to share her personal life. They might be travelling together, Aela might feel indebted to her because of some foolish sense of honor, but in the end they were still strangers. Cold, unaffected strangers, who saw each other through moments of life and death and slept in each other's arms. The thought stung more than she would've liked to admit, and her lips quivered briefly, as if she wanted to say something more, perhaps wrack a hurtful sob, but Aela would not be privy to seeing what was on Serana's mind, as the Vampire stormed out of the room and went back into her own without a second glance.
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Aela clicked her tongue against her teeth as the parasite offered to be an ear if she chose to divulge what was in her brain. Noting the light sadness in the woman's words, the Huntress paused midstroke. As Serana rose, Aela sighed softly, feeling rather terrible about being so rude. It wasn't her fault - she hadn't killed Skjor, didn't even know it was his bed she would rest in. Gathering herself to a calm just as the vampire departed, Aela swiftly turned to follow her."No, Serana, wait,"she asked quietly, meeting her in the hall between their rooms.
Shyly Aela looked at their feet, fidgeting in place."I'm sorry; I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just well, there is something."Gritting her teeth, Aela stepped to the side, then placed her palm gently on his door. She hadn't entered the room since his death; no time like the present, she supposed. Aela opened the door before giving Serana a gentle wave, inviting her inside first. In the doorway Aela stood, looking over the room as if she'd explode upon entering. All his things left behind, weapons never in his hands again. Clothes never to be worn again. Love never to meet the bed. She sighed slowly, sadly, before stepping within.
"This was his room,"Aela explained, unable to say the name and hoping Serana knew who she spoke of. There would be no one else she'd be so upset about. Aela went to the dresser, gently trailing her fingertips over the abandoned axe."I haven't been in here since"
Leaning against the wall, Aela laughed softly."We were a lot alike; he went to battle alone as well. After what happened, I should have known not to go after you without help, but I've never been very good at listening. You were kinder than The Silver Hand, though."
Trying to shake away the melancholy feeling, Aela gave Serana a soft, grateful smile."What of you? A pretty parasitic princess such as yourself must have suitors lined to the end of the city."
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Serana's angry steps slowed into gentle stutters at Aela's voice, soft and quiet, devoid of the venom from before, and stopped completely when the she-wolf caught up to her in the narrow walkway. The petty side of her wanted to continue walking on, ignore her for a bit, but how could she when her friend, her only friend as of now, was obviously troubled with the entrappings of her own mind? Pursing her lips and calming herself, she turned to see Aela fidgeting, looking at the ground, still not meeting her eye. A flash of worry crossed Serana's mind. What was so terrible that made such a strong, confident woman sulk like this? Did none of the Companions want her here? Was that why she was so cross?
Brows raised, she gave the slightest nod, urging Aela to continue. Instead, she beckoned her inside the room, so Serana followed, still a bit apprehensive of what was to come, but willing to lend an ear, as she promised. Once Aela started to explain though, all the pieces fell into place. This was his room.Skjor's room. No wonder she couldn't bear to face her-- she was probably taking up an abode in a room that was inevitably filled with memories. Once sweet memories, perhaps, but painful now, she assumed. Her heart sank, the natural empathy that plagued so much of her life going out to share Aela's grief.
"Oh, Aela," she whispered, padding forward where she leaned against the wall, pulling her into a tight embrace and burying her face into her neck. She smelled sweetly of lavender, the stench of blood and leather from before long gone. Warm and comforting, Aela felt familiar, thinking back to the night before when they fell asleep in each other's embrace. The vampire hoped the wolf could draw strength from her embrace, just as she did from hers, or at the very least, know that she was there for her. "I'm sorry..." Curious about who or what The Silver Hand is, but she didn't push, not wanting to drag her deeper into melancholy.
But the mood shifted suddenly, and Serana found herself scoffing and smacking Aela's arms once again, suddenly back to their normal banter. "Stop it, youdelinquent pup!" Her lips were curled up into a grin though, relieved to see her smile again if only for a bit. "Not to the end of the city... to the end of the castle halls, perhaps," she said, stepping back a bit, but still keeping a close distance. "Many people wanted to curry Father's favor, and so they approached me. Rich men. Old men. Sometimes both. I pushed them all away, of course... they were wrong to assume I had any influence over my father, anyway." She let out a faint laugh, those it died down into a wistful grin as yellow eyes cast down to the side. "I did feel love once... one of the outrider knights serving under our banners. Emeric, his name was. We were close growing up, and I thought we'd be forever but... you know, life has its cruel ways. He left me after my whole family turned. Told me he was disgusted with what we've become. Father executed him for desertion."
"So I know what it's like to lose someone, pretty wolf," she whispered, glancing back up to meet those amber eyes.
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Stunned by the sudden, albeit soft, embrace of the Huntress just stood still for some seconds; her arms were slightly lifted, and she slowly blinked into the air. Once Serana's breath tickled Aela's collar bone she reciprocated the affection. Gently, Aela's arms wrapped around the vampire's torso, then she rested her cheek atop the other's head. Funny, Aela thought: it was rare she showed a soft, feminine side yet today she'd been in the arms of her shield-brothers, the Harbinger, and finally a vampire - not to mention they'd slept in each other's hold just the night prior."Don't be,"Aela whispered, turning to nuzzle her nose into Serana's raven locks."You didn't know; it's not your fault."For the briefest of moments Aela tightened the hug before releasing Serana entirely.
Glad that was over - the sad part anyway, not necessarily the affection - Aela only laughed at Serana's pitiful snacks and returned insult. Yet the continuing story made Aela furrow her brows in confusion; she'd been meaning to ask about this family of hers, why the father was seemingly so important, and why the mother had locked Serana away for so long; oh, and that Elder Scroll, whatever that was for, or why she was never without it. Where to start?
"We need to discuss our plans,"Aela began. With a gentle hand on Serana's shoulder, she guided them to find a comfortable sitting position. Aela took the chair beside a dresser; she could not yet place herself on the bed."I will help you however I can, but I must ask: why do you wish to return? From what you have told me, your mother placed you in a cave for so long, and now, I hear your father murdered the one you loved? If I were you, I'd stay as far away from them as possible,"Aela gave a quick wave of her wrist, hoping to dismiss any offense given,"I am not judging, merely curious. Where is it we are headed, anyway? I'd like to pack an appropriate amount of supplies."Not that it really mattered, Aela was the Huntress after all, and knew well how to survive in the wilderness. Truly, she needed to make sure the milk-drinker would have enough coin to stay in the inns, as she very much doubted Serana would enjoy sleeping in the woods or another cave again. Given Serana had yet to find them, it must be far away. Aela could ask for some funds but she didn't want to take all the gold the Companions had. That, again, didn't matter much. She could sell pelts from hunted animals if necessary, or ask for jobs from the Jarls in whatever cities they visited. Oh, that was another thing.
"The Companions are well known in Skyrim; I've visited every city for various tasks we are assigned. I will be recognized; you may not. Given the Dawnguard's presence from the uprising of rogue vampires, the people may not be receptive to your presence. As long as you are with me, you will be granted travel, but within city limits, you should not leave my side."
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The embrace tightened, and Serana shuffled just a little closer into Aela, letting the warmth of their bodies wash over each other. The moment felt over a bit too soon, but Serana let go when prompted, content with simply being an anchor for the Huntress at this moment. It wasn't her fault, she said, but even then guilt seemed to take a hold over the vampire's chest, knowing she was intruding on a private memory, even if she didn't want to.
The two now separated, Serana let herself be guided to the bed, taking a seat on the edge while Aela began planning for the journey ahead of them, her melancholy snapped away just like that. Perhaps that was her way of coping. It was her turn to shuffle and fidget in evading the question, however, as the topic of her family was broached. It was not something she was comfortable sharing, and would never be, but with the pretty wolf, she felt obligated to shed light on her past, since Aela herself had already laid bare her past before her. "I... don't really know myself," she said with uncertainty, turning away to gaze at the many trophies and weapons that lined the walls. "I've always had a strange relationship with my parents. They might do horrible things, but I do believe they want what's best for me. I... I want to believe they're good people. They are all I have. When the world ends and everyone else is gone, they will be the ones left standing with me." Golden, shimmering eyes trailed back to the redhead before her, tinged with sadness and uncertainty. "I know I'm not making a lot of sense... I'm sorry."
Sighing, she stood up and started pacing around, running her fingers along the aged wood of the dresser, passing by her friend. "It's fine. I know you meant well. There is an old keep north-west of Solitude, hidden among a shrouded mist in the sea. Castle Volkihar. Father's domain. I suspect it will be long abandoned by now, but I'm hoping to find some answers there. And if they are truly gone..." She paused for a moment, shuddering in realization that she had no plans if that were truly the case. "Then I suppose I am free. I will pay my respects and disappear. I have no wish to linger in a place where upstart mongrels smear my family name." The bitterness was palpable as she mentioned her kin, though it eased up as she heard Aela's words of concern for her safety.
"I won't leave your shadow, don't you worry. I'm a pretty princess parasite, remember?" she quipped with a small grin, coming back to settle down on the bed, this time throwing herself onto it and laying down, hands behind her head, her dress riding up to her knees. "I know I will be a burden to you. I will try to earn my keep however we can regarding supplies but... there's the matter of my need to feed." Fearing Aela might reject her request, she bit her bottom lip and tentatively glanced at the Huntress, gauging her reaction. "I don't want to force myself on random locals. I know it's a lot to ask but..." She sighed. "I know it's a lot. I understand if you don't want me to. It will only be once every couple of days, and I promise I won't go overboard like last time."
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Obviously this was a touchy subject - Serana displayed the same signs of uncomfortability that Aela gave just moments ago. The Huntress gave a nod of confirmation before speaking."I do not claim to understand your loyalty to them, but I accept it, and I hope you find them."North-West of Solitude, though? Damn; that was a long journey. Never fond of the capital, Aela didn't exactly wish to return to it, but it could provide substantial supplies for the trip home to Jorvasskr after she'd dropped off Serana. It pained her to hear the woman would be free - well, not that part, but that she'd have nowhere to go or anyone to know upon the discovery her family was gone. Aela could invite her to stay, but she'd need to join the Companions. Well, that was a discussion for another time. It all depended on what they found at this hidden castle.
A playful grin, then, as Serana called herself the insults Aela had come up with."You are not a burden,"she added quickly, almost defensively. The vampire wasn't - she couldn't be. She had saved Aela's life; honor bound now, the Huntress didn't even consider the notion of such words. Never was it a burden to assist the life of one who had spared another. Aela did kill before, indeed, but it was in a well placed battle. She wasn't a cold blooded murderer, and the very fact Serana wasn't either spoke volumes to her character. The following words, though, caught Aela's attention. At first she could only stare blankly at Serana, then she finally laughed softly - as if there was any question at the necessary feeding rituals. Perhaps they'd be willing participants throughout their way but if word got out that a hungry vampire was prowling the city - despite being beside a Companion - Aela would not be able to stop every guard. So, with a braced slow inhale, Aela finally sat upon the bed next to Serana.
"I will feed from my hunts and you will feed from me. I have no qualms with this trade. I'd prefer it. We do not need you to interact with the city unless required; the less attention, the better. But"
Aela turned her back to Serana, then slid her hair across to one shoulder to expose her bare neck."I cannot give you my wrist often; I will need it for my bow. Drink."Knowing Serana would definitely protest, Aela grabbed the vampire's wrist and gently pulled, indicating she should not hesitate."We've traveled all day, and have several ahead of us. We must be ready. Do not argue."
It seemed to be enough to persuade the vampire. Although Aela would see this adventure through, she didn't need a milk-drinker as a partner. They'd proven their worth in battle, but to keep it that way, they must be ready. Aela closed her eyes, waiting for the pinprick pain.
As soon as canines descended the Huntress shuddered - not uncomfortably, but almost pleasantly. She'd always been sensitive in that area, and feeling lips - and even teeth, especially in this room - brought deeper emotions and sensations than she'd expected. Melting backwards against Serana she didn't even notice the vampire had finished quickly - true to her word, only enough to sustain; yet the feelings within Aela remained. Slowly she turned, intending to give Serana a welcome smile. There was blood upon the vampire's cheek; Aela lifted a hand to brush it away but suddenly her lips were against the other woman's. Gentle, at first, Aela's palm to Serana's cheek. After a few seconds, though, the Huntress slid her hand up and back through Serana's dark, midnight hair and her kiss deepened, becoming more aggressive by the second.
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Her concerns were met with gentle laughter, and Serana sat up curiously, wondering as to what Aela would find so humourous. "What?" she asked with a bemused smile, finding the wolfess's melody laugh beguiling, yet confusing. Was she wrong in thinking she would willingly let her feed on her lifeblood? Strings of worry and anxiety threaded through her chest, but they all seemed to unwind and fade as Aela came to sit down on the edge of the bed, explaining her view. Crimson locks were swept away to bare her pale, lightly tanned neck to her, but Serana found herself freezing up at the thought of doing it so soon after she'd already taken so much in the cave.
"Oh, I... I don't mean right now. Perhaps when we" The words died on her lips as Aela grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward, urging her on. Uneasy, yet in no position to refuse - she needed to sustain herself after all - the vampire got on her knees on the bed and edged closer to her companion, golden eyes fixated on the patch of skin she would soon puncture. Two hands on Aela's shoulders to steady herself. First came her lips, almost like a kiss, an apology for what was to come, placed gently on the side of her neck, the scent of lavender caressing her nostrils. She smelled wonderful. Then came the fangs, extending out from her gums, her canines broke the pale skin, allowing seams of blood to flow into her awaiting mouth. The strong, intoxicating taste was all too familiar. It was not vile or tainted, like the Huntress had said, but almost addicting and overwhelming to the senses. Serana almost didn't want to stop, but mind often beat matter, and she broke apart after only a few seconds of feeding, having taken enough to last her for a couple days, maybe more if she doesn't exert herself in combat.
Done with the quick ordeal, she gently licked the wounds she had made, healing up the little holes with her warm saliva, kissing her again on her skin, this time in gratitude. Aela turned as Serana leaned back, gently wiping her lips, smiling softly to match hers. "Thank y"
Soft, demanding lips capturing hers, slender hands on her cheeks. Serana was caught by surprise, eyes wide open at first, but there was only a split second before she kissed Aela back, breathing in her scent and taking in her taste with a hunger she didn't know she possessed. Her lips parted, invaded by a tongue that wrestled hers into submission, enthralled in an urgent dance as the kiss deepened, their bodies melding together. The she-wolf's strong hands wound themselves in her raven locks; the vampire's dainty ones in her red mane. The kiss became more aggressive by the second, and Serana felt her heart hammering in her chest, beating with borrowed blood from the woman with whom she was sharing her first intimate moment in centuries.
Suddenly, she was being pushed down, back flat against the down mattress, her shoulder held down by one hand as the other raked up her thigh, slipping beneath her long, red dress. Yet this stirred something inside her, memories of an event buried deep down, bursting out onto the surface with excruciating vividness as Aela shifted atop her and pawed at her breasts. It was conflicting what Aela had been doing to her was pleasurable beyond measure, inexplicable. She could almost say her body needed it, being devoid of intimacy for so long. Yet, she couldn't help but think back to the ritual that turned her into the monster that she is. Kneeling before Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince of dominion. Infernal hands that groped her delicate breasts, not Aela's caring touches. Chains that held her body down, not Aela's weight. Lashes of the whip that broke her skin, not Aela's kisses. Tears upon her face, just as they fell from her eyes now.
She didn't realize she had started crying.
"Stop, stop... Aela, please, stop," she whimpered as she choked back a sob.
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Aela hadn't even realized what she was doing until the taste of her own blood lingering inside of Serana's mouth was tasted. When she did, she didn't hesitate to continue; it felt better than it had any right to, and as Serana parted her lips Aela hungrily claimed the other's breath. Tongues danced the little death, Aela adamant at controlling the movement between them. Instinct took over, then, as Aela shifted to force herself physically on top of Serana. Strong palm pushed the vampire's shoulder down while the other slid her fingers to the lower hem of Serana's dress. Just the touch of baring thighs was enough to make the Huntress growl with need. The hand at her shoulder slid down, a rough palm began to knead and squeeze the vampire's breast over the fabric. Aela's mouth shifted to the vampire's throat, peppering wet kisses beneath her ear heading toward her jaw.
Nor did she realize Serana had tensed until the woman spoke, her voice broken with fear and apprehension; Aela paused immediately, keeping her hands where they were but lifting her head to glance curiously at Serana's expression. Noting the dampened cheeks and quivering lips, Aela frowned - she'd never forced herself on another, and no one had ever tried with her. A fearsome warrior, she was, and could easily take down with ill intentions. Aela was surprised at herself for so forcefully initiating physical contact but it had seemed, initially, that Serana was receptive to it. Something was wrong quickly - Aela didn't know what it was, but now wasn't the time to ask. She needed to contain herself. Slowly she shifted, hands falling to the bed instead. Though she remained atop the vampire, Aela pressed her face into the pool of black hair, breathing gently to steady her racing heart. After a few seconds, she exhaled deeply, then turned to whisper into Serana's ear.
"All right,"came the confirmation. Carefully the Huntress rose. Honestly, it surprised herself for suddenly lunging forward, and she couldn't blame Serana for being surprised, even unwilling. Before rising entirely, Aela gave a chaste kiss to Serana's cheek just at the corner of her mouth, tasting her tears briefly.. And she grabbed the woman's hand, aiding movement upward to let her sit but before releasing, she kissed her knuckles."Sleep now, princess. We've a long journey ahead."
Aela exited the room, but as soon as the door closed she rested her back against it. Head fell, face shielded by unruly crimson locks. After a moment she laughed softly, at herself. What had come over her? Some desire rocketed her sudden affection toward the woman who - just yesterday morning - was about to take her life. Perhaps the Daedra lust for battle and freedom, mingled with the emotional conversations they'd shared. Aela crossed to her own room, silently scolding herself for letting her heart speak louder than her mind.
Restless in bed the Huntress slept, tossing and turning positions as well as mental thoughts. It was late morning when she finally rose, stretching eagerly and cooing as her joints popped to release pressure in the cartilage. Wondering if Serana was yet awake, Aela crossed the hall before gently knocking - which felt weird. She'd never had to knock before."Serana?"Aela called softly,"Ready to face the daylight, milk drinker?"
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Serana honestly hadn't expected Aela to stop. The last time she had whispered these words, they were all for naught. Screaming and begging and pleading until her voice was hoarse and her body had gone limp, but even then, they didn't stop. But Aela did. The hands caressing her breasts slipped away and fell onto the bed. The Huntress was still atop her, but Serana could differentiate memory from reality now, and as she opened her tear-stained eyes she saw the redhead looking at her quizzically, with worry. The words died in the Vampire's mouth-- she wanted to beg her to get off her, but she didn't want her to. She wanted her close, wanted to smell that lavender scent again as she buried her face into her neck.
Aela seemed to solve her problems for her, and the conflicting voices in her head died the moment she leaned forward to nuzzled into her midnight black hair, spread in a halo around her head. "I'm sorry," she whispered through another sob, tears still leaking down her cheeks, gentle hands wrapping around Aela's waist, almost desperately clinging onto her. Soft, warm lips brushed the edge of her mouth, wiping away the strand of tears, and Serana sucked in a breath in an attempt to calm herself, trying to repress the torrent of emotions that threatened to burst to the surface at any moment. "I'm sorry," she repeated as she let herself be pulled upwards, only able to look on as Aela kissed her knuckles and retreated out of the room, not even able to laugh at being called Princess. At that moment, she felt less like a princess and more of a gutter whore.
A heavy sigh fell from her lips, and she flopped back onto the bed, all energy seemingly having drained out of her. What was wrong with her? Furiously, she wiped away the tears and curled up into a fetal position, blocking out the vivid imagery of Coldharbour as she rocked herself to sleep, still feeling Aela's kisses and soft touches on her skin. They were soft and warm and affectionate, yet reminiscent of the cruel, painful, burning hands.
What was wrong with her?
The raven-haired vampire was in much better shape come morn, and when a knock came on her door, she was ready to answer with a serene smile, as if none of the events last night had actually happened. Her hair was combed meticulously, her frame clad in light traveling clothes that would let her easily blend into the crowds, and the woman looked a far cry from the sobbing mess she had been when Aela last saw her. "You simply can't go one night without calling me something, can you?" she said with a grin as she rolled her eyes, purposefully avoiding talking about the events of last night.
Cracking her knuckles and grabbing the Elder Scroll and some other essentials, she stepped out of the room and let the door swing shut behind her, leaving the two of them in a confined space. A small silence fell over the two of them as Serana gazed into those handsome amber eyes, pursing her lips as she felt anxiety and fear starting to spread through her again, but she shook them off as fast as they came. "We should gather some supplies and say our farewells to your shield-siblings. I owe them much for providing me shelter for the night." Even if it was in the room of Aela's dead lover.
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Honestly Aela only called her that to break the tension the Huntress assumed would be between them, but it seemed Serana was once again herself. Remarkable, really, that there was no indication something had happened between them the night before. Obviously not wishing to discuss the event, Serana busied herself gathering supplies. Aela watched silently for a moment, the question tickling the tip of her tongue, but she swiftly bit down on it to keep the words unspoken - for now. It was Serana that had apologized but Aela felt it was she who needed to do so. But the vampire was smiling, even jesting in return, which confused Aela. Wouldn't she be bitter? Annoyed? Angry, even, that the Huntress had been so bold and aggressive?
Serana spoke, breaking Aela's chain of thought."Yes, right,"she replied, collecting herself and ignoring the lingering concerns she held about their sudden, rough kiss. Aela led the way upstairs where the Companions waited to see their sister off. Ria had a bag with a rope attached that Aela slung around her shoulder. Vilkas and Farkas nodded respectfully to Aela, and surprisingly, toward Serana as well. The others talked with them briefly before Kodlak approached, signaling Aela alone should approach him. She did, noting the furrow of his brow. What now?
"There is a horse ready for you, but " Aela frowned, not liking his hesitant pause. "The Silver Hand has been spotted north of here," Aela visibly stiffened but said nothing. "Avoid them, Huntress. You cannot live for vengeance. It will consume you, as it did Skjor."
Aela huffed breathily, feeling like a child scolded by a parent."I know. I will, Harbinger. Thank you."She'd try her best, that is, but as Aela mentioned previously to Serana, she never did listen well. Returning to the group with Kodlak sighing exasperatedly, she noted Eorlund had prepared freshly tipped elven arrows, far superior to the steel she usually carried. When goodbyes, farewells, and promises to return were finished, the pair stepped out of Jorvasskr and into the warm sunlight of Skyrim. Immediately Aela inhaled deeply, calmed by the scent of the outdoors, and suddenly craving some of Carlotta's vegetables, and she could say goodbye to the little fairy Mila as well.
Descending the steps, Aela stopped briefly now and then to wave at those she knew, which was everyone, actually. A few glanced at Serana but no one said anything; not when she was accompanied by a Companion. Once at the market stands, Aela did indeed stop by the Valentias. "Headed out again, Aela?" Carlotta greeted, noticing the supplies held close. Aela nodded, tossing a coin on the stand before taking a green apple. Carlotta slid the gold back with a smile."Thank you, Carlotta. Mila around?"The mother laughed, nodding toward the front gate. "She's running around with Lucia and Braith by the bridge. Tell her to come back, would you? She's supposed to be helping me. An apple for your friend, as well?"
Aela waved at Serana, inviting her to take one if she'd like, but was quick to find the girls chasing each other in front of Warmaiden's."Your mother needs you, Mila."The girl gave a defeated whine, departing from her friends with a swift hug to Aela's legs before fleeing back to the stand. Aela shook her head with amusement."I suppose we're off, then. Kodlak has managed to secure us a horse at the stables."A horse - they'd have to ride together.
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It was obvious Aela had her mind stuck on the events of the previous night as well, but Serana tried her damnedest to move past the awkwardness and silence move on with morning preparations. It would've been so much easier to talk about it, and a part of her wondered why she didn't want to - Aela was the only person she could trust to keep her secret after all - but perhaps she simply wasn't ready. The old scars ran deep and healed slowly. Double-checking all her things and her scant supplies, she followed Aela out of the narrow alcove and up towards the main dining hall of Jorrvaskr, where a small farewell procession was waiting for them. The vampire envied the bond and closeness the Huntress shared with her shield-siblings but found herself smiling a little when both Vilkas and Farkas offered her a respectful nod. It felt good to be accepted, to have a sense of belonging, even if she truly did not.
While Aela went to Kodlak to receive some seemingly stern warnings, Serana took the time to express her gratitude and bid farewell to those that had welcomed her into the halls. Friendly Ria, drunken Bruenor, Njada and Athis, the brothers... she would remember them, the first people who actually treated her like a person upon waking in this unknown world. And then there was Aela, of course, but she didn't need to say goodbye to her, not yet. The time would come when they part ways in front of Castle Volkihar, but Serana wouldn't think about that now. They still had a long, arduous journey ahead of them, and the golden eyes vampiress could already feel her heart constricting at the thought of being alone again.
So off they went from the Hall of Warriors, descending along the steps onto the Gildergreen and Marketplace, where Aela waved and chatted with basically everybody. Serana had her hood down, wanting to enjoy the morning air and the comfort of a bustling crowd, being so used to cold empty halls and dark, damp caves. The sunlight pricked her skin, but it was nothing she could handle, and she looked on almost endearingly as the Huntress, this strong, fearsome woman, chased around little children near the gates of Whiterun. Biting the apple she took for Carlotta's stand, she followed the redhead out of the city and towards the stables, where their mounts were presumably waiting for them. She was almost like a shadow to her companion, she supposed no one ever paid her a second glance when she was traveling with one so deeply trusted like a Companion. Serana was comfortable with being a shadow at least people weren't eyeing her with suspicion or gawking at her with awe anymore. Here, she was just another traveler passing through.
"It feels nice to be outside again," she quipped as they padded along the path leading to the stables, numerous guard posts dotting the wide canal. "Without having to look over my shoulder, that is." Skulvar Sable-Hilt was waiting for them with their horses, or rather, horse, and waved Aela down when she saw the Huntress and her companion approaching. "A horse?" she asked quizzically, squinting her eye as she looked forward. A singular black mare awaited them by the man waving at them, but there were no other saddled mounts prepared for them, and Serana slowly connected the dots. "A horse. We'll have to ride together, then."
Skulvar greeted Aela with a familiar smile and gave Serana a swift nod, which she returned and slapped the mare's hindquarters proudly as he presented the animal to the pair. "Her name's Queen Alfsigr, or Allie for short," he introduced, bringing her forward. Serana gently petted the beast's muzzle, and was rewarded with a lazy nuzzle as the mare seemingly inspected her new supposed owners, not the other way around. "Finest warhorse you'll come across in Skyrim, friends, guaranteed. Take good care of her, will you?" Serana nodded with affirmation, having a natural talent for bonding with animals, and already developing a growing affection for Allie. "Perhaps it would be better if you rode," she said, turning to Aela. "I've never been much good of a rider."
After helping Aela to load their supplies onto the horse's back - a week's worth it looked like - Serana waited for the she-wolf to climb on first, then offered her hand so she could be pulled up behind her. It has been ages since she's ridden, and even then it was for a leisurely stroll through the gardens of Castle Volkihar. Not strenuous travel like this. Donning her hood and wrapping her arms tightly around Aela's waist out of fear that she would fall, the raven-haired maiden leaned her chin gently on Aela's shoulder as they trotted out of Whiterun northward.
It was the same position from last night, when she had bitten her from behind to feed... before things escalated. Her eyes fell to the soft, pale skin of her neck, guilt welling up inside her as she saw the wounds she'd inflicted on her hadn't healed. "You still have marks from yesterday," she whispered, a finger gently trailing across two red marks where her teeth sank into her skin. "Here, let me." She placed her lips upon her skin again, soft and sensual as before, and slowly licked along her the bite marks, running her tongue lightly and deliberately until Aela's skin held a light sheen of her saliva, the red marks fading away until they were no longer visible. She tasted good, she mused, the taste of her skin mixed with the saltiness of sweat. Not to mention she smelled wonderful as well, trading in the lavender from last night for a warrior's musk.
What was wrong with her, thinking all this about Aela?
Shaking her head exasperatedly at herself, and decided to stay quiet as they journeyed north, wind whipping through their long flowing hairs as they passed by verdant woods, steaming springs, giant camps, abandoned holds, mines, and a plethora of other locations. It seemed quite smooth sailing for the first day of their travels, until they came across a group of lightly armored warriors traveling perpendicular to them towards a hold in the west, carting around what seemed to be... a dead werewolf. She felt Aela go tense in her arms, and instinctively reached for her hands, holding them tight in case she might do something rash.
"Aela, don't," Serana warned, her voice barely above a whisper.
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Preferably Aela enjoyed a languid, relaxed hunt but this was a determined task, not for a hobby. Of course she had ridden often but she rather liked putting her feet to the ground instead. This was quite far, though, and they'd need a ride. A horse was bad enough, in Aela's mind, she certainly wasn't going to use a carriage. Skulvar was thanked quietly, and despite already being paid, she slipped him a handful of extra coins. Although Aela wouldn't intentionally run Allie ragged, there was always the chance of a bear or sabre cat attack if they called in the wilderness. Biting back anothermilk drinkercomment - of course the princess couldn't ride - Aela merely nodded as they strapped their supplies securely to the mare's backside. Aela quickly perched herself up and forward before helping Serana up with a firm grip, and strong tug. Once in place, Aela gave a swift kick of her heels, and with a loud neigh, Allie led them slowly out of Whiterun and to the north.
Just as the trot shifted to a charge, Aela felt Serana move behind her."Hmm?"The Huntress questioned with closed lips, not quite hearing what the vampire had said initially. Serana's gentle finger stroke made Aela shiver lightly, but it was her lips that made a short, soft gasp sound quietly from the Huntress. What was this vampire thinking? Just last night she'd denied Aela's advances, yet here she was, touching the very spot that had spurned the Huntress on. If not for the fact they were riding, Aela might have just acted again - actually, it was how Serana had reacted."I-uh, you"Swallowing her stammer, Aela swelled her chest with confidence, ignoring the fierce heat rising to her cheeks."Thank you."
The start of their journey went fairly smoothly; Aela would have normally stopped at abandoned camps or outposts just to explore but there wasn't time for that. She slowed once in awhile to let their horse drink from the streams and nibble at grass but they never fully stopped moving. Not until Aela saw them - smelledhimrather. As soon as they were spotted Aela tugged the reins sharply, eliciting an annoyed huff from Allie. There were six in total, three moving the cart and the others walking close by. Serana grabbed her hands, said something, but Aela didn't even notice. The dead wasn't Skjor, his body had been recovered. Aela could avoid this...Kodlak had warned her..
But one of the men wore Skjor's boots, and that is what changed Aela's mind instantly.
Within a second Aela was crouching low, bow held and arrow taut. Any protests by Serana were ignored; she said nothing, only violently pushing her away should the vampire try to pull her back. Normally stealthy and careful, Aela didn't bother. All she knew was to turn one of their heads, so she could watch them die.
As soon as the first faced the Huntress, her arrow flew directly into his chest. With a throaty growl he held his hands there, but the others were already drawing arms to battle. Aela barely managed to turn from an arrow in time - it cut her bare shoulder but didn't connect. Angry and feral, Aela drew another while the mage of the group started to crackle lightning toward her.
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"AELA!"
Serana's shouts of warning went completely unnoticed, the werewolf seemingly now in a feral rage as she rushed towards the group, bow readied in hand. Cursing to herself, the vampire jumped down from the mare and tried to reach for Aela's hand again, only to be shoved back with such a force that she went stumbling to the ground. A sharp pain shot through her as she fell on her hands, but that wasn't important now; Aela would kill herself going against all six of them, even if she had surprise on her side. Allie neighed beside them, spooked by the whole sudden affair, and Serana scrambled to calm her down, taking her muzzle in her hands and gently cooing at her, all the while typing her reins to a nearby tree so she wouldn't run away.
All the while she held a wary eye on her friend, now blinded by rage, engaging the group by loosening arrow after arrow, each of them striking true. What was it about them that Huntress flying into a frenzy? Were they the Silver Hand that she'd been hearing so much about? Didn't matter now, she would have to help Aela now and ask questions later. A bow of violent violet energy formed around her left hand, coalescing into a bow while an ethereal quiver full of arrows appeared on her back. Spotting the mage of the group sending an arc of lightning, she sent an arrow that flew straight into his throat, knocking him off the cart and sending his limp body ragdolling to the ground.
The immediate threat taken care of, she quickly cast a simple barrier around Aela that would block some projectiles and repel physical strikes, at least while the magic held. With the number of enemies surrounding them, it probably wouldn't be very long. Nocking another arrow in her conjured bow, she shot at the man Aela had hit earlier, and he slumped down to the ground, dead. Two down, four more to go, and Serana raced across the field to give the redhead some much-needed backup, nocking another arrow, but her magic fizzled out when a stray dagger hit her right in her thigh, thrown by a hooded figure that had managed to sneak up on the pair of them.
Gritting her teeth and unfeeling of the pain in the rush of adrenaline, she sent a wayward spike on ice towards the assailant, missing her by inches.Fuck. "I'll kill you and skin you for a rug, bitch!" screamed one of the men Aela was fighting.FUCK.
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Aela couldn't count how many arrows she let loose as she charged toward the group; half her quiver was empty by the time she was too close for ranged combat. The mage's magic was cut short, thankfully by Serana from behind aiding the Huntress along. She didn't even notice, too busy grabbing an abandoned shield and drawing her dagger. The orc swung his mace down hard; Aela blocked the bow but staggered backward, nearly dropping the shield. "You rats! Skeever tails!" Aela shrieked, swiping with her dagger at the orc who wore Skjor's boots. "Damn thieves!" The orc grunted as her blade sliced his forearm. "What the hell are you talking about?!" He demanded, bringing the mace down again. Although the Huntress managed to block once more, the upper sharp edge cut her cheek. She growled, shoving him forward."Those boots are not yours!"
For a moment he was still, stunned by her words. Realization clicked in quickly; his face darkened as the rest of the group also figured out what she meant. "She's with those dogs!" One cried, Aela's teeth baring in a snarl. She took advantage of the orc's momentary stop - her dagger thrust into his throat. He dropped the mace, palms up to try pulling free the blood but only coating his chest in a shower of crimson, some spattering across Aela's face.
Three down, two to go. One had turned tail, fleeing from the chaos to find backup. Aela ignored the deserter to focus on the next combatant approaching. It was this swordsman that insulted Aela. He was quick with his swipes and she was only just quicker. Leaping back from the blade, his only advantage was the length; several small cuts landed as she moved but none were into the muscle. They danced the deadly waltz, barely cutting each other. He knocked her shield away, she got his stomach thinly, he cut her brow, she sliced his upper arm, he shoved her roughly, she got his wrist forcing him to drop the sword. Angry at being disarmed he leapt upon her, twisting her wrist forcing her to drop the dagger. Onto the ground they went, fighting with their fists instead. Blows landed as they rolled in the dirt, until at last Aela landed on top. A punch to the nose stunned him, and she didn't stop. Seeing red, both with anger and blood in her eyes, Aela pummeled his face unable to stop herself.
Only when Serana called her name did the Huntress stop, panting and weak. Yet she rose, looking in the direction where the deserter had fled.
"I'm going after them,"Aela stated plainly before starting to recover her gear."Get the horse."
She didn't wait; the Huntress took off to the west, chasing those who murdered her lover.
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Serana felt like she didn't have enough eyes to focus on everything; the hooded woman approaching her, Aela tearing into the two warriors like they were made of paper, Queen Alfsigr neighing and pulling against her bonds. For now, though, she focused on the immediate threat, and hastily scrambled away from the rogue, hissing in pain as she pulled the dagger from her skin, letting dark blood spill onto her breeches. Aela's blood. Gritting her teeth, she quickly got up to her feet, limping as she threw spell after spell at her enemy, which were all dodged with surprising ease. While Aela was loud and screaming profanities at her enemies, Serana moved silently and quick as night, and the woman across her seemed to share the sentiment. For a moment, time seemed to still, with nothing but the rapid heartbeat inside her chest ringing inside her head-- and then it was over, the two of them rushing at each other. Serana had her dagger pierced into her throat, and after a bloodied gurgle, she fell down, dead before she hit the ground.
No time to savor the victory, she turned to Aela with worry, ready to offer further assistance if needed, but it seemed there was no real need. Instead, the vampire found the horrifying sight of Aela pummeling one of the men into the ground with her bare hands, blood and gore staining her fists and her armor. Warily, she approached her and called out to her, her voice weak and raspy from the massive amount of magicka she just had to expend. "Aela, he's dead." That seemed to break her out of her stupor, but still she would not relent, telling her to get the mare while she marched westward. Serana could only purse her lips and run her fingers through her hair in frustration. Why wouldn't she listen to reason? Even if she wanted to wipe out every single one of these supposed Silver Hands, they could strategize and attack the fort together. But no. She just had to run in.
Clicking her tongue as she observed her take off, a graceful fury about her steps, Serana took a moment to catch her breath before she went back to calm down Allie. It took a while to even get the mare to let her mount it again, and even then she was an amateur rider at best, and so she made the unsteady trot following after Aela, unbearably slow even though she wanted to ride with breakneck speed. By the time she arrived, the battle seemed to be in full swing, and Serana wasted no time in securing Allie and rushing in to join the fray. Arrows rained down from all sides, roars and screams of pain pierced the cold midday air, and Serana angrily called out to her friend, "Aela, get thefuckover here and listen to me so we can actually fight together, you stupid wolf!"
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The fleeing guard had enough time to prepare the rest of the group; they met Aela with a flurry of arrows and warning shouts - as far as they knew, this woman waswiththe wolves, a friend or sympathizer. Anyone she'd shifted in front of had been killed; there was no way she could kill them all, and in the back of her mind the Huntress knew that, but the front of her mind insisted every last person in this fort must die. Her shield blocked most but with it in hand, she could not ready her bow. A few sharp tips cut across her exposed skin, yet every draw of blood seemed only to spurn the crazed woman forward. Two with swords in hand approached first; Aela swung the shield into one of their heads, knocking the female out, but the male dipped out of the way. She advanced nonetheless, grabbing an arrow with her bare hand since the dagger was too short to spar. It thrust into his chest as his sword came down, the tip slashing her ribcage. Aela grunted in pain, knowing soon she'd have to shift and devour their blood to aid her healing.
Serana screamed from the entry of the fort, calling Aela's attention. Others were approaching but not yet an immediate danger; the archers were, though, three perched high above. Two arrows missed but one connected as Aela glanced back; the Huntress shrieked as it caught her calf. With a sharp growl she yanked it free before quickly hobbling to the vampire, with two of the Silver Hand running forward from within the fort, one with a greatsword slower than the one with a dagger and fire in their hands.
Aela grabbed Serana's shoulders, swiftly yanking her until they had brief cover behind an outer wall of the fort."I am not leaving until they are all dead,"the Huntress warned, her voice low and slightly weak from the numerous wounds she'd thus sustained. The arrow pulled from her calf was the worst thus far, but there were still at least six to go, and however many still inside."They killed him. They stole from him! And I'll meet him with Hircine before I let them get away with it."
The mage with a dagger rounded the side, quickly shooting a fireball at the pair. Aela spun with her hands still on Serana's shoulders, leaving the vampire's arms free. Aela's back greeted the mage so she could absorb the worst of the spell. As her armor and skin burned, pained tears struck her lashes, yet she remained in place, her own hands falling slightly so they rested upon Serana's forearms instead.
"Please help me,"Aela whispered, clinging to the pretty parasitic princess for the support the Huntress desperately desired.
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Aela had visibly gone mad. Serana almost shuddered to look at the crazed frenzy in her eyes, and deep down she knew the Huntress knew every single word she said. "Are you insane, Aela? There's only two of us and a whole garrison of them, in their own hold! Please, just let me get you out of here so I can clean your wounds," she bargained desperately, even as the shouts and footsteps edged ever closer, her hands tightly holding onto the other woman's forearms for support, feeling as if she would crumble into pieces if it weren't for the hands gripping her shoulder. Her voice as already weak and raspy from the damage she'd taken, and Serana could see multiple cuts all across her body, where steel had slashed armor and skin. Everything confounded her, thoughts running at a million a minute, but it all clicked together when Aela revealed her reasons for wanting to hunt them down. They were the ones who took Skjor from her.
"I" The vampire hesitated, not as dead set on her stance as before knowing how much her friend had grieved for the loss of her lover, and how much this would hurt her, seeing his murderers walk around in his things. Before she could give an answer though, a mage swung around the corner, dagger and spell at the ready, and Aela threw herself in the way before it could hit Serana, prompting a scream of horror from the ravenette. "Aela, NO!" The smell of burnt flesh overwhelmed her olfactory senses, mingled with the scent of blood, and she didn't even know she had shot lightning out of her fingers and killed the mage in retaliation until after the dull thud of the body hitting the ground hit her ears.
Even then, she did not give a lick about the dead mage, instead rushing to hold the injured she-wolf in her arms, worry and fear written on her face clear as day. Even through the pain, Aela begged her to help her, clinging to her for dear life as she did so, and in that moment Serana knew she would do anything to get her out of this place alive, even if she had to slaughter every unlucky milk drinker that came in her way. Overcome with emotion, angry tears stinging at her eyes at seeing Aela in so much pain, she lunged forward and took the redhead in a furious kiss, her hands squeezing her arms in reassurance. She needed her right now, and she would be there for her. "I'll help you," she whispered desperately, fumbling her fingers as she cast a quick healing spell to alleviate some of Aela's injuries and get her back into fighting shape, even if temporarily. "I'll help you. Just don't die on me, okay? You promised me you'll see my journey through."
Taking ragged breaths to calm herself down, she paused for a moment to formulate some thing resembling a plan, instead of just running in like madwomen, and after a moment, she nodded with affirmation. "We won't make headway barging in like that. You distract them from the front, and I'll levitate up to the rafters and take out the archers. You take care of the brutes in the courtyard. We... we might have to change into our true forms, I think." The mere thought of having to shift into her Vampire Lord form disgusted her, made her shudder to her core, but in this moment, they needed every help they could get. "We'll make it through," she breathed, more to herself than to Aela, and giving her one last urgent kiss on the lips, she pushed her back towards the gate while she leviated up to the walls of the fort, unseen and unknown.
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Stunned by the urgent advance of the vampire - and still weak from growing exhaustion - Aela didn't fully comprehend what Serana had done. Their mouths were harshly pressed together, indeed, but the Huntress didn't initially respond. She felt the pressure of their lips locked in place of course, yet her eyes widened as surprised
trumped fatigue and Aela merely stood still in place. Once Serana pulled away the redhead exhaled a breath she hadn't known she was holding; rather enjoying the lingering tingle upon her lips she momentarily forgot they were in the middle of battle."I'll help you."
Whether it was the kiss or the vampire's spells (likely both) Aela suddenly felt fit for war. She itched to get back in the fray; at least one of their heads was level-minded. Before the Huntress could turn to engage Serana spoke her quick plan, which actually made a lot of sense. Perfect, that is, causing Aela to question ever calling the princess a milk-drinker. They had yet to see the vampire but the greatsword holder was coming closer, just about to round the corner. Aela nodded swiftly to confirm the plan, just as a second heated kiss was placed. Before Aela could reply, again, the vampire was away and up - literally. That damn magic certainly came in handy. Not even the swordsman noticed; he was busy drawing the massive steel while advancing on the Huntress. "Here she is!" he called, every archer's face turning to the cry. Only one could see them fully, as the other two stood at the opposite walls. Fueled by the warmth of another, Aela met him eagerly. Massive heavy armor and sword was no match for the newly envigored Huntress; she dodged every blow, strategizing as she dodged his strikes. Her dagger and arrows couldn't pierce the thick steel easily; she needed to keep their deadly dance until he fell on one knee from exhaustion. Aela was quick to bound behind before wrapping his head in her arms. A sharp twist yielded a sick bone breaking crack; he fell sideways and the Huntress leapt over his broken form to attend the entryway of the fort.
Once facing the framing again, multiple shouts sounded - most of those from the few remaining ground crew. Two advanced swiftly but Aela was quick enough to land an arrow into the shin of the axe holder - not a fatal blow, but enough to keep the larger of the pair behind so she could deal with the two handed dagger wielder. A shield blocked most blows; the Huntress suffered a few smaller cuts but finally she managed to smack the hide against the woman's face, knocking her out. The man with a greatsword was up, but hobbling in pain. He, too, got a few good swipes cutting Aela's stomach in several places yet she managed to subdue him as well by leaping from a fallen beam onto his head with her own dagger in hand.
The scene was suddenly calm and quiet, the only sound was Aela's deep panting to recover her breath, and mind. There was still the inside of the fort to cover, yet the Huntress was rapidly running out of steam."Serana?"Aela called weakly, wiping blood from her face and eyes."We got this, right?"she asked, mostly to herself, eyeing the door into the fort warily. No one emerged, yet she knew the remaining enemies were deep within. With no immediate response and in desperate need to recover, Aela tore away her already tattered armor so she could shift. Neither of them knew what lay inside, so she took the monetary respite to start feeding from the fallen bodies littered nearby. Once the vampire came close, the wolf howled into the sky before tilting her head to the door leading inside.
Time to finish whatshestarted.
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It seemed Serana picked the perfect time to flee, just as another of the Silver Hand appeared to engage Aela in single combat. He called his comrades to attention, which aided Serana in floating up to the walls undetected, aided by an Illusion spell that cloaked her footsteps and made her frame blurry to the unwary eye. Terrible screams erupted from below as warrior after warrior fell to Aela's wrath, her weapons seeming like graceful extensions of her limbs as she danced a graceful twirl of death. The only trouble she seemed to be having was the archers perched on the walls, so Serana quickly got to work, sliding her dagger into the throat of the nearest one, who died gurgling and spurting blood out of their mouths, silent as ever. She moved in synchronous tandem with the wolfess below, using her cries and of rage and clashes of steel to camouflage her approach.
Unfortunately, Serana was no master sneak, though she might be a hunter of the night, and soon one of the archers spotted her just as he was encroaching upon her, swivelling towards her with her bow drawn taut. "There's one more up here!" she called desperately, but that was all she could utter before she too was dead, a terrible, cold most enveloping her torso and hardening to turn everything into ice, then shattering into a million pieces like the stars upon the night sky as Serana let loose a bolt of solid ice. Two down, but the last one was alert to her presence now, and this one didn't hesitate or call for him, seemingly realizing he was alone with this hooded spellslinger. He let loose arrow after arrow, and Serana had to dive for cover before they could hit her in the knee and end her adventuring career prematurely.
A moment of respite as the two of them awaited for the other to move, Serana recovering her breath and forming a plan in her mind two seconds later she was out and shooting a bolt of flame at him, which he dodged with ease to let loose a stray arrow, which hit her right on the arm. Gritting her teeth, she ignored the pain and pushed on, opting for brute force rather than some clever trick that would give him time to recover. It was significantly harder to fight in broad daylight, when her powers were at their lowest and she had no shadows to retreat to, but she finally managed to knock him out cold with a wayward arc of lightning, herself having taken a few grazes on her legs from the arrows. It was a short altercation, but already, she could feel herself drained, both from standing in the sun so long and the skirmish earlier. No choice in hand, she reached out and sucked in his life force, pulling her vampiric abilities to the fore front and draining him until he was a shrivelled husk, devoid of any life. It was a favorite technique of her father, and though she loathed to use it, her own survival, and by extension Aela's was far more important at the moment.
Done with her part, she peered down to see the Huntress also finished with her work, though she looked considerably worse for wear, bleeding everywhere and looking like she took a swim through blood and gore. Using the last ounces of her magicka, she floated down towards Aela, her legs shaky and her shoulders tired. "We got this, Aela," she replied softly, hiding her doubts and frustrations with her for a supportive front, knowing she needed her help to push on forward. "I'm with you." Seemingly satisfied with her answer, the she-wolf stripped and shifted in front of her, turning into the frightening magnificent beast that damn near tore out her throat a few nights ago.
Instinctively, she backed away a bit, cowed by Aela's beastly appearance and savage mutilation of the dead, despite the fact that she's had to do the very same moments prior. The howl she let out chillded the vampire to her bone, yet it strengthened her for the task at hand. With one final nod, she blasted open the rotten doors to the stone tower, wincing as she expended more and more Magicka over her usual limit. With this pace, she'd have to rely on her other skills rather than magic... or use her gifts to the fullest. It was beginning to look like she had no choice. Either she turns, or they would both die.
But she would not give in, not yet. With steeled steps she followed inside, intent on finishing this chapter of Aela's life together once and for all.
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Those within recognized the signs of battle; unsure if it was bandits or others, they weren't sure how to prepare. Once the she-wolf howled, the six still inside knew the actual danger. Bandits were an easier battle but werewolves were no laughing matter. Already the outside crew had been seemingly slain, but the hidden Silver Hand had the advantage of tight quarters and supplies. Wolves could bound a fair distance outside - yet within the constricted walls of the brick fort, they may emerge victorious. They would have, if they had accounted for the presence of the vampire companion.
Once the doors blasted apart each woman heard the faint call from within."We're under attack!"The very sound seemed to fuel the wolf forward first as if called forth to battle, yet truly, she wished to protect the only person she had to aid her sudden, stupid mission. Aided by the presence of her friend and the recent feed, Aela advanced.
Two greeted them immediately at the front dining area; the largest of which Aela pounced upon. Neck in her mouth the muscle was easy to tear and end the life, but the other was lithe and agile. She was able to avoid Serana, leaping back before releasing an arrow at the wolf. It connected to Aela's furred shoulder blade, yet she only howled and fed more. Taken by anger and hunger, the wolf left Serana to deal with the other. She didn't even check the progress before dropping the mutilated corpse, then continuing to prowl deeper within. Only one, in the hall, wielding a greatsword. Slow but heavy; the Huntress was able to climb across the wall above the enemy. As she fell his sword cut upper arm deeply just before her maw found his face. There was no time to feed as another two rapidly approached. The final, strongest and leader of this group, hung back in the very last chamber. These two both wore heavy armor that couldn't easily be cut through by arrows or fangs. One held a bow, releasing an arrow that grazed Aela's neck while she slid sideways; the other bore a sword and shield. Hoping Serana was close behind, and unable to deal with ranged combat without arms, Aela advanced upon the swordsman. He struck forward, catching the weakening wolf's leg, yet she did manage to claw his chest and stomach open bringing forth a waterfall of crimson and inner flesh to the floor. The bow wielder shrieked in anger, focusing her eye on the wolf dangerously close. Fingers held the string tight, half a second from releasing an arrow into Aela's head, as the wolf was busy with her head to the fallen's torso devouring the intestines.
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No chance for a stealthy infiltration the ones inside had probably already heard the fighting and shouting, and Serana wasn't being exactly stealthy when she blasted the doors open. Still, the shouts from inside confirmed that their presence was indeed noticed, and seemingly of the same mind, the werewolf and vampire trudged forward to meet their adversaries head on. Two in the dining area, one of them instantly turned into human meat strips by Aela's powerful claws. It was both a spectacle and a horrific bloodbath, and the amount of blood gushing from the torn throat was making Serana's more basal urges rear their ugly heads, but the vampire repressed them for now as she focused on the task at hand keeping Aela alive above all else.
The she-wolf didn't seem to care about the arrow sticking out of her shoulder blade, bounding the next room with a feral rage to meet the others, leaving the ravenette alone with the archer, who soon turned her attention onto her. The vampire didn't allow her much time to act, unsheathing her dagger and lunging forward with precise strikes, not letting her use the range to her advantage. The woman tried valiantly to defend herself as she fumbled with bow, arrow and dagger, but Serana proved to be the swifter of the two, despite her fatigue and lack of magic. Blood splattered across her milk pale skin as she slashed her throat, ending her life in much the same way Aela had ended the other. Not at the luxury to choose how her enemies die, she reached out to drain this woman's life force as well, leaving behind a shrivelled husk as Serana forged ahead after Aela's trail
Another one in the hall, with his face ripped out, dead. Serana didn't even spare him a second glance as she ran ahead, coming into another room where Aela had already taken care of one of them, feasting upon the guts of the man in her claws, possibly before he was even dead yet. A glint in her eye caught the woman with the bow, a split second away from loosing the arrow Serana's reflexes kicked in, shooting forth a bolt of lightning carved from arcane energy knocking away her bow and leading the arrow astray, completely obliterating the woman's exposed hands into bloody stumps. She let out a guttural, agonizing scream as she fell to her knees, but she was silenced by a dagger hitting her square in the face, right between her eyes, and the body slumped to the ground just as Serana fell on her hands, the overexertion almost bringing her to the edge of blacking out.
"A-Aela..." she called weakly, crawling to her and trying to reach her for warmth, safety, reassurance, anything. She could see the gashes in her skin, visible even under the thick layer of fur, though she had no more in her to actually heal her. If she did, she might be the one that actually drops dead. Just then, the doors to an adjoined bedchamber opened, and out came a large burly man twice the width of Serana's body, wielding a giant silver battleax and wearing a long fur coat fashioned from black wolf fur, with his helmet made from the wolf's head. A sick feeling came over Serana as she realized what, or ratherwhowas upon his back.
He was wearing Skjor's furs.
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Ordinarily feeding would heal the Huntress but not when she was sustaining such damage. Wounds were repaired in the order given, and major wounds took longer than a few cuts and scrapes. She was exerting herself far too much, losing her usual calm collected plans. It was only just lucky that the leader of the group was hidden yet; the blood and sweat of the group had thus far covered a dangerously familiar scent. His body had been recovered, that much was true, but not all of him in tact. It was that fact that had hurt Aela the worst.
Throwing her head back, Aela growled at Serana; it was angry, feral and rabid, but not directed at the vampire. It was the last thread of adrenaline, the wolf barely able to stand on weakening bent legs.
Yet the door opened, revealing their last powerful combatant. The scent hit Aela instantly, and for a moment she was stunned into a paralyzed stance. Even the warrior was still, seeing all his fallen comrades at the hands of a wolf, and a lone woman. Both recovered at the same time. He shouted a battlecry as Aela howled with both physical and emotional agony. At once they surged toward each other. His double edged axe was heavy but slow; Aela managed to dodge the swipe. She bounced sideways then leapt forward to bury her teeth into his leg. The male grunted, trying to twist free but only deepening the chomp. Not having the space to swing again, he instead used the short spear welded between the half-circle blades and thrust it into the wolf's back. Aela released the bite quickly, falling backwards with a grating cry.
"Die, you Daedra scum!" He insulted, limping up to a standing position. The fall against the floor had pushed the arrow deeper into Aela's shoulder. Dazed by the sensation, and unable to keep up the shift any longer, Aela's fur began to fall away. Her eyes were half open, and she could see the warrior approach with murder in his expression. The killing blow began to rise. The warrior limped toward the naked, bloody mess of the weak Huntress.
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It was a terrible thing, to be helpless. She felt it a long time ago, on the Daedric plane of Coldharbour. She felt it again last night, when Aela had her pinned to the bed and peppered her body with soft, sinful kisses. She felt it now, seeing that same Aela go head to head with a man who wore the skin of her lover as a cloak, howling in agony, while Serana was crumpled on the ground unable to do anything. Force of will had nothing on the limits of the body, and although she would want nothing more than to join her companion in battle, her limbs failed her, and her lips would not utter the her screams. Helpless. Useless. She could only watch as wolf and hunter clashed, teeth sinking into flesh, blade cutting into fur. Aela might be the best fighter she had ever known, doubly so when she was shifted, but the woman was already half-dead before the fight even began, and so all it took was one nasty strike to send the she-wolf crumbling to the ground.
And to Serana's horror, she shifted back to her human form, shedding the fur for the naked redheaded woman she had come to know so intimately, bruised and bloodied and broken. The Silver Hand leader advanced relentlessly, axe raised overhead for the killing blow. Awash with torrents of unfathomable emotions, her mind spacing out until the only thing she could care about was saving her, saving Aela Serana screamed.
"No!"
The vampire didn't even know she had shed her human frame. Her beautiful face morphed into a horrific visage of the daedra, her jaws extended with sharp canines, her nose flattening into slits, her limbs elongating and sprouting claws, her spine curving until she was hunched over. Her pale white skin turned a sickly light green, and Serana let out a haunting snarl at the man as she completely shift into her true form. The man turned with a fury, which then instantly turned into fear as he realised what she really was. Freshly reinvigorated and blessed with enhanced capabilities, Serana carried her tired legs forward and met him in close combat, her long claws ripping steel and flesh, the man howling in pain as he desperately tried to fight back. Despite the mismatched strength, the warrior held his own well, giving Serana a few shallow cuts on her chest and limbs and one deep one across her thigh, all of which she ignored as she continued her rabid offence, combing physical strength and magical prowess to beat the man into submission.
Mortal bodies could only hold out for so long, and the vampire's break came when the her opponent missed a backhand, leaving his neck wide exposed after she'd torn away his plated cuirass. Wasting no time, she sank her claws into his jugulars, splashing blood everywhere on the ground. Her vampiric desires repressed no longer, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into the torn skin, painting her lips and face crimson as she drank and drank and drank, until the man's weak resistances stopped altogether and fell limp in her arms, dead.
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Aela couldn't move; other than shaky, slowing breaths causing hitches in her bare, bloody chest the Huntress was absolutely still. It was the end, she knew it, the shimmer of steel against dim candlelight signaling her demise. Already she could see - unconsciously, not actually - Skjor standing with a welcoming hand, eager to pull the owner of his heart into the Hircine's hunting grounds. His lips even moved, his scolding words whispering in the back of her mind."That was foolish of you, Aela, but you die strong. Come to me, my love, let us hu-"
"No!"
Serana's sudden sharp shriek returned Aela from her daze, yet it was not the pale beautiful porcelain form Aela knew that approached. Something contorted with darkened skin and leathery wings came into play; the oversized bat met the wounded warrior. Aela was helpless but to watch, briefly recalling one of Serana's statements from the other day.Vampire Lord. Aela had never seen any vampire change like this; so what Serana spoke was true. The ones that plagued Skyrim were not the same, some terrible pithy off-brand claiming the name of the true blood suckers.
Too weak to ponder on it, Aela gathered the last of her strength to sit up higher, her lidded eyes fluttering and struggling to watch the battle unfold. Considering theVampire Lord had come into play, it was no surprise the fight ended in the warrior's death. With a choking laugh, crimson upon her lips sputtering to Aela's chest, the Huntress watched his body fall.
"So...you saved me"Aela spoke, her voice barely an audible whisper even to one with heightened senses,"...twice now."
Black dots and pale stars began to dance in her vision; pain and exhaustion was taking over. The Huntress was an absolute mess, but she was alive, for now. If she wasn't healed within the hour, she'd likely bleed to death. Every breath was slowing, her eyes closing by the second.
"Thank you"Aela slumped against the wall, her shoulders and head falling forward. Matted crimson hair shielded her face."...parasite."
Seems that even as Aela slipped into the dark of unconsciousness, her tongue could still spit the wit she held for her twice-savior.
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If there was any remorse to be had in slaughtering so many people, Serana didn't feel it. All she could feel was the unquenchable thirst for blood, the inexplicable need to kill and feed, even though she had now had enough blood coursing through her veins to sustain her for the next month. The man wearing the wolf fur was dead by the second strike, but she kept going,ripping, rending, until her ugly transformed visage was covered in blood and gore. She might very well have kept going until the body was mutilated until recognition, but a single pained, raspy voice cut through her hazy mind, bringing her humanity back to the forefront. Suddenly the creature's head snapped up, realizing where she was, what she was doing.
Aela. Aela. Aela.
AELA.
The body fell to the bloody ground with a clang as Serana whipped around to where Huntress was slumped, rapidly shifting out of her Vampire Lord form. The bat-like face morphed into one of her usual pale beauty, still covered in blood, her limbs and wings retracted, leaving ripped holes on the back of her dress where they had torn through. Her raven hair was matted and clung to her skin, but the vampire paid that no mind, overtaken with fear that she had been too late.
She threw herself to her knees and went to cradle Aela's head, and by the Nine, she would've believed she was dead if she wasn't still running her mouth.
"Thank you... parasite."
A pained laugh escaped her lips, relieved that she was still able to spit her wit halfdead, and furious that she was using her last breath to do so. "No, no, no....don't thank me yet," she whispered desperately, trying to shake her awake and failing miserably as the she-wolf fell into unconsciousness. "You have to stay strong and thank me properly. You hear me, Aela?" she asked, gritting her teeth and blinking away the tears that stung at her eyes. Realizing talking would not bring her back, she freed both her hands and channeled every ounce of Restoration magic she knew. Magicka rapidly drained out of her body, weakening her severely, but even as the wounds stitched together and the bleeding stemmed, Serana could see Aela would need more help than just simple magic.
Whimpering to herself, she scanned the bloodied room for any kind of first aid there might be, and managed to scrounge up some bandages and potions. With shaky hands, she managed to bandage up the remaining wounds, and using her own ripped clothes, she wiped the blood from her face and limbs, before gently carrying her in her arms to flee this cursed fort for a safe, secluded cave somewhere in the woods.
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Darkness enveloped Aela; she saw nothing, felt and heard only the silent black consuming her mind. There were no visions awaiting her, no howl of Hircine or Skjor's waiting voice. No mother or father to greet the lost soul; she hadn't died, only because of Serana's healing. It closed the sounds and slowed the flow of crimson but it couldn't return the exhaustion of the Huntress. She hadn't fought this hard, this long, ever. Never had she been so wholly taken by rage that she didn't prepare for battle ahead of time. Serena, remarkably holding more stamina than Aela ever gave her credit for, somehow managed to find shelter. There was indeed a cave nearby to which she fled with the she-wolf in her arms, once a bear den but recently cleared by hunters. Aela stirred slightly when set down but it was just over an hour before she fully awakened.
With a pained groan Aela's eyes weakly fluttered open, revealing the same darkness she had been covered with. There were scents though, and she could feel damp moss at her back. Slowly she turned onto her side, hissing through clenched teeth from the deep muscle pain still lingering across her entire body. In the distance, which wasn't that far but her lids were heavy and she was squinting, Aela saw a light. The opening of a cave. A cave? How the hell had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was seeing the warrior wearing Skjor's fur. She couldn't recall fighting him, didn't remember the vampire lord form of
Serana.
Shit.
She wasn't here. Aela was alone.
Shit.
Then how had she gotten here? Was he dead? Had she somehow managed to kill him, and find shelter? Did one of the other Companions come to her aid? They hadn't gone far from Whiterun, but her shield-siblings weren't there when the battle started. Every question asked another; Aela squeezed her eyes shut tightly, focusing on her breathing. First, she had to figure out where she was. Somehow she'd come out of the fight victorious, for if she had lost, she'd either be dead or prisoner. Then, perhaps, she could find
Serana!
Despite her eyes being closed, Aela detected the brief change of light as a figure crossed into the entryway. Immediately the Huntress looked, and recognized the form approaching. Unsteadily she scrambled into a standing position, braced by a hand against the cave wall.
"You're alive!"
They ran to each other - well, Serana moved quicker than Aela - and as soon as the vampire was within her reach the Huntress grabbed her. Aela embraced her as tight as she could, which could easily be stepped out of given her weakened state, but the fierceness of what she managed indicated a grateful and welcoming hug. Aela dropped her head to bury her face against Serana's shoulder, comforted by the sensation of their bodies together, and her face in the vampire's hair.
"Thank you."
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Serana did not know how long or how far she had been running, only that she needed to get Aela out of that gods-forsaken hold away from those bodies. Or rather, she couldn't stand to look at what she had done in her moment of madness, not when her companion, her only friend, was fucking bleeding to death. Her magic may have stemmed the blood and closed the wounds, but Aela still had a foot through death's door, and Serana would need to find someplace safe where she could properly tend to her. No mind could be given to the fact that her whole face was caked in blood, or that Aela was stark naked with her armour left in the fort. They would go back to get it if, no,when Aela recovers.
By the Nine's grace, she finally found shelter in a cave with a small stream in front, seemingly an animal den of some sort recently vacated by hunting. The vampire set the she-wolf gently down a bed of moss, causing her to stir a little, though she was mostly out of it. Her heart still beat like mad inside her chest, the reality of the situation settling in, the vivid memories of her obliterating those men and women replaying over and over - but they were overshadowed by her worry for Aela. The patchwork of blood and fresh wounds covering her body almost seemed like a wreath upon the departed, and holding back the urge to break down into tears, she got to work.
First, to clean off the blood and mud and grime from her body, then to clean the wounds that still hadn't closed. Thank the Nine that she still had her little knapsack with her. Poultices to apply to the cuts and bruises, potions for Aela to drink later, and bandages to seal the wounds, and by the Nine she had to use a lot. Through it all, she prayed, strangely, to Mara, asking the Mother of Love to preserve Aela, to let her have a chance at seeing the light of another morn, to not let her slip into Hircine's grip just yet. By the time she was done, Aela looked quite like a draugr in those old Nordic ruins, and only then did Serana take a breath of relief - and realize just how much she had exerted herself as well.
But her task was not done; she still needed to gather and hunt so they could eat, and get fresh water to boot. So, after giving Aela one lingering squeeze on the hands and dressing her in a spare set of plain clothes, she set up a simple ward to keep away wild animals and surreptitiously stepped into the woods, just as dusk was falling. She took a little less than an hour, during which she managed to gather a good amount of fruits and berries and refill the waterskins and hunt a few rabbits. Admittedly, Aela would've probably gotten some big game, perhaps venison, but after the ordeal of the day, Serana did not want to take a chance and tangle with a bloody deer.
Her eyes were almost completely shut by the time she returned, though through the bleary eyes she saw Aela looking at her... she was awake already? Her eyes widened a bit, though they turned into full saucers as she saw her scramble to her feet. The supplies in her hand crashed to the ground.
She was okay!
And why thefuckwas she standing up?
Yet, her mind went blank as soon as Aela called out to her, and she felt like her knees would buckle then and there. Before she could make sense of things, she was running. Running, sprinting,desperateto meet Aela, and when she did, she pulled her into a tight embrace that could rival the she-wolf's own. Through her lips escaped a shuddering breath, Serana feeling like the whole world might just cave in around the two of them, and with a sniff, she too buried her head into her neck. It was so familiar and comforting, being in the Huntress's embrace, and it took Serana quite a while before she could choke out a word of her own.
"You..." Her fingers tightened around her shirt, clinging onto them for dear life, and pulled back her head to reveal two glistening eyes and a radiant smile of the kind she hadn't smile in aeons. Letting her heart do the thinking, she clasped her hands on Aela's cheeks (albeit quite gently) and pulled her in for a kiss, longing and deep, needy and desperate, a far cry from the chaste and hurried ones they had shared before. Eyes closed, she breathed in her scent, that strong, earthy flavor that had been so overwhelming from the moment they went, and deepened the kiss, her tongue venturing out todemand entry into Aela's mouth, to wrestle and dance with her own. Only after she had gotten enough did she pulled away, and when she did, her smile quickly morphed into an angry scowl.
And then Serana slapped Aela square on the cheek.
"You stupid, fucking, beautiful idiot," she huffed, her eyes gleaming with the wrath of a particularly displeased spouse. "What were you thinking?! You could've gotten killed! Hells, I thought I'd lost you when you blacked out, and I-I..." Words choked up in her throat, and a single rogue tear spilled down her pale cheeks, which she wiped away furiously. "Don't youever scare me like that again. If you try something like this again and die, I-I'll go to Hircine's realm and drag you back here just to slap some sense into you. You promised me you'd accompany me and keep me safe and then you go ahead and throw your life away? You must be the worst goddamned Companion to have ever existed!"
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Aela wouldn't release Serana - couldn't if she wanted to, for that matter. Just standing was difficult and she used the opportunity to rest, held up by the barest amount of her own strength and leaning into Serana's embrace which was ten times the pressure Aela had. Just the warmth of the vampire's body started to rejuvenate her, though truly, it was knowing her friend was still alive.
A friend, yes. There was no question of that now. In the last two days they'd gone through so much. Aela hunted her. They fled from the Dawnguard in a mutual desire to stay alive after their own battle. They'd slept in each other's arms. Aela invited her to Jorvasskr. They'd kissed. They left together in the morning, fought together - nearly died together. This was far past a duty to protect now. And it was clear when Serana pressed their lips together.
The vampire may have smiled, her lips up, but they'd connect to Aela's apologetic pout. The Huntress had nearly melted when those soft, delicate hands cupped her face but at that kiss? Oh, that kiss. It was just as aggressive as Aela had done - more so, it seemed, immediately harshing pressed mouths as one. Aela's own eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed into Serana's mouth upon the forceful intrusion of the vampire's tongue. Several long - very enjoyable - moments passed. Aela thought she might have to pry Serana off so she could br-
Smack!
Aela jerked sideways, stunned by the sudden display of aggression which wasn't in the sensual way. Instinctively she growled, far reaching lessons to react in the sense of danger. She almost did so; Aela's arm had tensed, itching to grab Serana's throat - it was the escaped sapphire orb that stopped her, despite being so quickly brushed away. Aela had promised that, sure, but twice Serana had proven she didn't even need the Huntress to protect her. Maybe she really was the worst goddamned Companion.
"Serana, I...I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I lost control."Aela apologized, ignoring both the heat on her cheek from the slap and the one between her legs from the kiss. Aela's hands fell from the vampire's back to instead rest on the parasite's hips - they weren't rough, pulling or pushing. They merely lay there, touching, holding, feeling better despite the well earned smack."It seems you don't need me to keep you safe."
But gods, did Aela need her. All the unreleased tension from the previous night had returned swiftly, spurned on by Serana's initiation. She wasn't thinking straight now, either.
Which was why Aela's left hand fell behind to cup Serana's rear, while her right rose to gently grasp a handful of the other's hair. Aela resumed their kiss, just as hot, needy, and desperate as Serana had started. It was her turn to insist a dance of tongues as both palms tightened their grip; a palm of cloth covered plump flesh and the other forcing fingers into dark tresses to keep Serana close.
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There wasn't much force behind the slap, but Serana could tell she had hit a nerve. Realistically, the vampire should've been scared of the she-wolf; despite her weakened state, she could probably break the dainty woman in half if she wanted - but all she felt was the righteous fury over Aela's actions, and the remnants of fear still left over from when she had ridden away on Allie with the Huntress unconscious in her arms. But then her face shifted - it became soft, vulnerable, sullen, and Serana felt her heart jump as she apologised quietly to her, even more so when she felt her calloused hand coming to rest upon her hip. She wanted to say something, maybe scold her a bit more for the reckless behavior, but her throat had gone dry and the words had died down, and all she could do was gaze longingly into those beautiful eyes, lips quivering with uncertainty.
And then suddenly, they weren't uncertain anymore.
Everything happened in the spur of a few seconds; one hand on her ass, cupping and squeezing as if she owned it, and the other in her hair, grasping her raven locks and pulling her in for another feverish kiss. Instinctively, Serana's hands flew to Aela's chest, trying to push her away, inadvertently brushing against her breasts. Just like the night before, she felt the terrifying memories rushing back to her, but this time her inhibitions were much lower; she couldn't push her away, her hands feeling too weak, useless. There was also the fact that Serana held a deep, consuming hunger for Aela, the heat and dampness between her legs a testament of the fact. She wanted her. She wanted to want her. She wanted to give in, let Aela touch her body and have her way as any other sensible lover would.
But she couldn't. Aela's hands were those clawed infernal things clawing and bruising at her tender flesh, and her hold on her were the chains holding her down as she was violated. Her eyes flew wide open, and even the sight of Aela, strong and beautiful, lost in the haze of lust for her, couldn't ease her now. "Stop, stop," she whispered desperately, breaking away from the kiss and holding up a hand to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with terror, the affection and happiness and anger from earlier all but vanished. Once, twice, thrice, she blinked, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes and falling down to her cheeks.
Why was she like this?
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, struggling out of Aela's grasp and wrapping her hands around herself, retreating into the shell she so often ran to. "I'm sorry, Aela.... I-I can't do this."
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Aela hadn't forgotten how Serana reacted last time, but she hadn't initiated it then. The vampire did now, causing Aela to think, perhaps, she'd finally allow it. Hands pressed against her chest which Aela took as a sign to progress; her tongue laid claim within the other's mouth. The hand at Serana's rear began to pull up the fabric, desperate to get a true grasp on the rear she'd been graced to see before. Serana wasn't protesting - not enough that Aela noticed, that is. Aela's eyes had closed, letting her hands and lips work while letting an image of Serana nude and bare, laying in wait for Aela to come play, dance in her mind. Further up came the dress, nearly ready to expose the skin Aela wanted to taste.
Once again, though, Serana bid Aela to cease. The Huntress growled with need. No, she couldn't stop. She wouldn't. Shehadto do this. Shehadto have her. Serana was able to break free but Aela stepped closer anyway, intending to resume the actions
But the vampire was crying again, and as before, the Huntress stopped her movements. Concerned green eyes softened, and Aela frowned, still struggling to calm herself enough not to merely pounce upon the prize she wanted.
"Why not?"Aela asked, taking a slow non-threatening step forward, but not reaching to touch her."It's clear you are just as attracted to me as I am to you. You don't need to be shy of that fact."
Aela gently touched Serana's shoulder, she didn't push or pull, only trying to comfort the poor shaken thing."You don't need to be afraid, Serana. I may be a beast in the wilds, but not in the bed."Not usually, that is, but she certainly wouldn't force herself upon an unwilling person. She just needed Serana to relax, to know Aela wouldn't hurt her.
"Talk to me, Serana. Tell me what's wrong. I can help you through this."
A chaste kiss to the top of Serana's head, aiming to calm her down."Please."
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Why not?
"Because-"
Words once again died in her throat, and the vampire was left furiously shaking her head, not able to properly voice her thoughts anymore. There were so many things she wanted to say; that she too was attracted to Aela, that she actually wanted herso much, that she wasn't scared of her, only what had happened long in the past. Instinctively, she winced and shuffled away as Aela approached and raised her hand, still deep in the painful memories to think that a strike was coming as a beaten dog would.
But it didn't come, only a gentle touch on her shoulder and a shake to bring her back to the moment. If she was in the right mind, she would've laughed out loud at Aela assuring her that she was nota beast in bed. As it were, she still managed to choke out a teary laugh, the absurdity of the statement enough to ease some of the tension in her body. Soft lips, kissing her forehead and calming her down. All her energy sapped out of her, she let out a shuddered breath and melted into Aela, wrapping her arms around her neck and clinging onto her as if she were the one who had a brush with death.
"Thank you," she mumbled into her neck, nuzzling into her like a scared little critter, and gazed up to look at Aela's concerned face with wide, bright yellow eyes still brimming with tears. "I... have no doubts that youare a beast in bed," she jested weakly, her quivering lips turning up into a small, nervous smile. "I am attracted to you, Aela... I swear to the Nine I have been since we met, even when you were trying to kill me. I prayed to Mara the whole time while you were unconscious so that she would keep us together through this. It's just..."
Nervously, she caught her lip between her teeth, terrified of the notion of having to confront her past. Yet, she knew she would have to do it - she couldn't let it cast a shadow over her whole life. And with Aela baring her heart to her and pleading with her, it would be cruel not to tell her. "Do you remember when I told you about the ritual?" she asked quietly, laying her head on the she-wolf's shoulder, unable to look at her as she spoke. "The one where I was turned. Molag Bal himselfblessedme with these gifts. And during it, he did...terrible things to me. Unspeakable things. He did it to every woman who submitted themselves to his whims." Her fingers tightened around Aela's neck, digging into the fabric of her shirt. "I was broken, mind and body. And for that, I was turned into afreak and amonster. They even gave us original vampires a fancy name," she said bitterly. "The Daughters of Coldharbour."
"I'm sorry that I'm like this," Serana whispered, as another rogue sob slipped her lips, and tears started rolling down again.
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Not surprisingly did Serana twitch beneath Aela's gentle touch, but the Huntress was grateful the vampire didn't pull away entirely - even a nervous laugh, choked by her tears, which caused a smile to Aela's lips. Good, she was calming. Detecting Serana's resolve, Aela moved her own arms quickly - lightly she held around the vampire's waist even as the others found a way around Aela's neck. Aela's hands held Serana's waist, not sexually but affectionately. There were no further sensual movements, only the presence of her body to keep Serana close, though not harshly.
Perhaps a tiny little smirk from the beast comment, silently indicating that yeah, sure, maybe she could be in the right setting. Serana paused her rambling - one of Aela's palms began to gently massage her back, lower back to shoulder blades, never touching her rear or hair. Not yet."It's all right,"Aela promised in a whisper,"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Obviously this was a make or break moment."Mhm,"the Huntress hummed lightly in acknowledgement of said ritual - her massaging palm rose, then lightly stroking Serana's hair. She didn't pull or grasp it again, just noting how the vampire couldn't even look at her for the moment and she wished to further calm the shivering thing.
Gods, the tears were breaking Aela's heart. There was a brief moment even the Huntress tensed - she didn't grab Serana's hair but her palm had stopped, and stiffened. Just to know such a tragedy had befallen this beauty angered Aela to her very core. Quickly she exhaled deeply to calm herself, not wishing to frighten her further.
"Hey, hey, hey, none of that,"The palm at Serana's hair slid down, inward, to cup the pretty parasite's cheek. Just a gentle pressure, insisting Serana look at the Huntress, or at least tilt her head up even if she couldn't meet Aela's gaze."You aren't either of those things. Shh, my pretty parasite."Well, so that was also an insult, but it wasAela'sinsult, the one to which Serana had always appreciated ever so much with a slap in return.
Gentle lips tickled Serana's cheeks to kiss away her tears, never fully reaching her lips."It doesn't have to be that way, Serana. It can be slow, sweet, loving. I can be that for you, if you let me."
Aela kissed her, then, directly onto Serana's mouth but very softly, barely even touching her lips."I'll stop, like I always have, but you can trust me. I won't hurt you."
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There was only affection in Aela's touch as she held her, one hand on the small of her waist and the other on the back of her neck, simply holding her there, and Serana couldn't help but nuzzle a little deeper into her warmth. The words flowed like water from a broken dam once she started speaking, and many times she found her voice crack and eyes tear up, the memories on the verge of becoming reality to her fragile mind, but every time, Aela's touch reminded her that she was safe, that she was with her. Little strokes on her back, not even sexual in nature, just letting her know that she was there, listening. Her fingers felt good in her hair, simply raking through them. This was what she needed... an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, and although the vampire was in no state to thank her or explain her emotions, she was grateful, and she liked to think Aela understood, even without words.
When she finally finished and the tears started to flow once again, Aela's sweet voice was the anchor that held her down. Strong, callous hand cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look up. Serana shook her head feebly; she didn't want to look up, she didn't want to let the Huntress see her in such a pathetic state after all she'd done through their time together was being timid and useless. But in the end, she did, perhaps craving the comfort Aela could give her, and she was glad when she did so; she found those beautiful eyes staring worriedly down at her, looking at her like she was the most important thing in the world. A choked laugh escaped her as she called her that again. Pretty parasite. "Fuck you..." she whispered, a cross between a giggle and a sob, and weakly slapped at her chest admonishingly. Strange. She used to hate it when she called her that... now it made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Well, the most beautiful parasite, at the very least.
A soft sigh as Aela's lips grazed her cheeks, kissing away her tears. It can be slow, sweet and loving, she said. How terribly Serana wanted it to be true. With wide eyes she looked up at the taller woman, lips quivering as a million thoughts ran through her head. Of course she trusted her, of course she wanted her to be it. She wanted her to be the one who finally puts an end to her ceaseless nightmares. But the words did not come out of her lips, and she could only gape at Aela... at least until she took her mouth in a kiss. It was soft, barely a kiss, even, but it served as the necessary catalyst for breaking down Serana's walls completely, and how gloriously they crumbled.
"I trust you," she whispered against those soft lips, eyes fluttering open, still wet with tears. "I know you won't hurt me. I... I want you to take me, Aela. Slow, sweet and loving, like you said." Her teeth caught her lips, and she looked away in uncertainty, before flicking back to her with a determination. "Be gentle with me, okay?" she pleaded, one last final warning, before she reached back to undo the laces that held her dress together, eyes never leaving Aela's as she slowly slipped away the bindings of the dress, before letting it slowly drop to to a heap on the ground. She was nude underneath it, all of her beauty on full display; the small, but perky bosom, the heart-shaped derriere, the neatly trimmed bush above her sex. A bit subconscious, she brought her arms above her chest, partially covering herself up, though her lips formed into a teasing smirk. "I know you've seen me before, but still. I have to keep some parts mysterious."
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Aela couldn't look away from Serana's yellow eyes, tinted with the faint sapphire of tears still lingering. Not even when the vampire's clothing began to loosen did Aela shift her gaze. She wanted to let Serana see the Huntress's reactions, showing her that even as she became vulnerable and nude, Aela's attention was solely for the vampire and not her body."I will; I promise. You can see the beast in the future."It wasn't until Serana so cutely attempted to cover herself that Aela finally dropped her chin to admire the fair beauty before her, so hesitant but willing. She wanted to pull Serana's arms away, but didn't. Not yet. Aela touched those arms, slowly rubbing her palms along the upper section and across her shoulders. Her hands slid in, once more cupping the vampire's cheek."You're beautiful, Serana. I'm lucky to have you."
Aela didn't like the end of that sentence, nor how Serana had asked to be taken. This woman wasn't an object - she wasn't something to have, or take. Aela wanted Serana togiveherself; she wanted tolovethe vampire. After another light kiss Aela stepped back, with her fingertips gently tapping the vampire's wrists. She still didn't pull them apart, but the indication was clear from her soft pat. Nonetheless, Aela continued her affections, wanting to show Serana that she was worthy of the slow, sweet love the Huntress wanted to give.
Aela knelt before her, perhaps a little symbolically, countering whatever mental image Serana had of herself doing so. Although Aela's hands moved carefully along Serana's legs, she couldn't help the fact her palms were slightly callused and rough. Hopefully her lips would make up for that fact. She stroked the woman's skin, up and down her shins, with gentle kisses starting at the ankles then slowly up to her knees. Once there she shifted outward, hands running along outer thighs and over the curve of her hips. Aela never strayed between those lovely legs, not yet. She wanted Serana to be worshipped, to feel the pleasure from a grateful lover.
Even at her breasts, touches and kisses only ever reached the curves of Serana's breasts, purposefully avoiding the pink nipples Aela wasn't surprised to see were already hardening. The Huntress languidly slid her tongue from Serana's collar bone, up her neck, across her jaw, ending with a kiss just a little harder than before. As it ended, Aela lightly grasped Serana's hands with her own."Come, princess,"Aela spoke, without pulling the vampire forward - she merely tilted her head toward the bed of moss she had risen from a bit ago. It likely wasn't what Serana pictured for a moment like this, but it would have to do."A cot would be more comfortable, I know, but neither of us are fit to travel."And wouldn't be for some time, if Aela could pull as many orgasms as she wanted to from her pretty parasite.
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Serana would've been lying if she said she wasn't interested in what 'the beast' looked like; after all, she had thought of Aela as a prolific lover, the kind who would leave men and women yearning for more with a single touch. It was how she felt now as well, so entranced in the Huntress's presence that it felt like she would forget to breathe. Torn between two worlds, but the vampire tentatively pushed forward to reveal more of herself, and was glad to see Aela's eyes lingered on her. It made her feel loved, appreciated... safe. And it felt powerful too, in a way. She was in control of everything; which parts of her that Aela saw, what parts she would give to her. She wanted to give everything of course, but that road was long and bumpy indeed, but she wouldn't want to do this with anyone but Aela. Gently, she nuzzled into the hands on her cheeks, almost purring like a little critter. They felt good... comforting. "And I'm lucky you're here," she whispered, eyes closing contently.
A gentle tap on her wrists reminded her that she was still covering herself up. She didn't miss the fact that Aela didn't force anything on her; she didn't pull her hands away, she didn't grab her, she didn't even touch her with any strength, it seemed. Her kiss, soft and tender, felt like a request rather than the demand from before, and Serana found herself reciprocating if only a little. The intense passion from earlier had mellowed out into a soft, loving, almost romantic connection between them, it felt even better in Serana's mind. With a shuddered breath, she let her arms drop, letting her breasts come into full view again under the dim light of the cave, biting her lips self-consciously.
But perhaps she shouldn't have been. Aela kneeled before her, as if she was some figure worthy of worship, and the vampire found herself flusteredly trying to stop her, but the words died before they left her lips. It made her feel powerful, beautiful, to see such a strong woman lay herself bare before her. Her hands, though callous and strong, were gentle in their touch, trailing lightly up her calves and thighs, and Serana let herself a little smile, enjoying a sense of intimacy she hadn't felt in ages. The terrible memories haunting her seemed to slowly fade away, replaced by Aela's strong, but caring touches. The chains at her feet became Aela's hands, and she loved every second of it. And then the kisses began, starting from her ankle, and the ravenette's cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassed from having Aela see her so vulnerable and having every part of her body taken care of.
"Aela, you don't have to..." But she trailed away, squirming in anticipation as she made her way up her legs, awaiting what would inevitably come. But Aela passed it by, leaving her sex feeling a bit neglected, though much to her surprise, it only helped in making her more aroused, feeling her loins get warmer and wetter. The kisses continued to trail up, also avoiding her nipples, now perky and standing up to attention. It was such strange dysphoria - for her body was reacting in full force to Aela's touches, almost of its accord, but her mind was still a muddled mess, but it was clear which side was winning. A soft moan escaped her lips when Aela's long, wet warm tongue licked up her neck and jaw, coming to a stop to kiss her fully on the lips, stimulating her in ways she didn't even know was possible.
She was quite literally putty in her hands now, so of course, Serana followed when Aela softly led her towards the bed - or rather, the patch of moss they would have to sleep on. "I've slept in worse," she murmured smilingly, appreciating the view of Aela's beautiful backside as the two padded over. "And your arms are more comfortable than any cot. I'd know." She was quite proud of that, and it showed in the way she smiled winningly even through the tears. Once they were there, she gently sat down on it and lay back, raising her knees and gently parting her legs so Aela would have full access to her body, eyes hazy with anticipation. Her hands, at a loss for what to do, came up to cup her own breasts, caressing them, squeezing them pleasuring herself as well as putting on a little show for the Huntress. "Come, my pretty wolf," she whispered. "I believe you have an obligation to own up to your words. Touch me..."
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Again the Huntress dropped to her knees, at the same time Serana sat upon the mossy ground. She didn't move otherwise, though, not wishing to stand above her and ruin the moment. They were equals; Aela didn't want to seem intimidating by remaining upright. Softly Aela gasped at the beautiful sight before her; an elegant pretty parasite of a woman baring herself so fully and openly. The show was a pleasant one, indeed, calling to Aela's growing desire. Serana's words forced an amused laugh from the Huntress."Oh, I'll do much more than that, parasite,"Aela promised, but firstly touching herself - not sexually, merely to remove the basic clothing Serana had dressed her in to recover. Without concern she tossed the fabric aside; there were far more pressing matters at the moment, like the fair skinned beauty needing the caress of a huntress.
Slowly Aela crawled forward to position herself above the vampire. Her knees braced most of her weight, with one hand on the ground beside Serana's head and her free palm able to gently stroke the back of her hand against the parasite's cheek. Aela kissed Serana's temple as she lowered her body, so at last their nude forms could fully envelop each other. She sighed softly into Serana's ear at the sensation of their breasts pressed together, with legs tangled as if the friction alone was adding to the lust between them - and it certainly was, Aela gently moving up and down just to let their nipples prick at the other's.
Then she mirrored her earlier actions in the opposite direction; Aela trailed kisses from Serana's cheek, to her jaw, along her collar bone, and at last, the parasite's breasts. This time Aela couldn't remain demure - peppered kisses spiraled from the outer curve inward, ending with a firm kiss directly on Serana's nipple. Her free hand had kept the same movement, fingers trailing in and finally very lightly pinching the tip just as her lips kissed the other."Mmn, what a tasty little princess I've found,"Aela teased, flicking her tongue briefly with her fingertip doing the same on the other side."A sweet treat, just for me."
As Aela shifted further down, she gave a tiny quick nip on the underside of Serana's breast; it wasn't enough to hurt, likely only to startle her a little, and meant as a brief warning for what may lay ahead in the future. Past her chest Aela let her tongue do the work, paired with the same kisses as before. The parasite's abdomen was kissed, but around her navel Aela licked lightly. Her destination was quite apparent by then, even if she took her time getting there.
Aela's head was between Serana's legs, but she paused, struggling to contain herself long enough to look up at the princess she wished to devour."Relax, all right? Breathe. You trust me, don't you?"
She waited just long enough for a response before letting the tip of her tongue slide up Serana's sex, truly tasting her precious prize for the first time. The Huntress nearly growled with need, but she kept herself controlled, using only slow, long strokes of her tongue to let the vampire become used to the sensation.
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As vulnerable as she was lying there with her legs spread, shamelessly on display for the Huntress who drooled at her like she was her next meal (she was), Serana felt safe, powerful. Much of it could be contributed to Aela making it her utmost priority to ensure the vampire was at ease, kneeling between her legs and stripping herself out of the clothes she had put on her, bringing her magnificent body out on display. The ravenette had seen her bare just hours before, of course, but this time it wasdifferent- this time she noticed the toned muscles of her abdomen and tighs, the beautiful swell of her breasts, the curve of her ass. Her teeth caught her lower lip, watching with rapt attention as the she-wolf gave her a show in return; and what a show it was. "Promises, promises..." she hummed teasingly, the banter helping to keep her mind from slipping back into the terrible memories. "I'm starting to think you're all bark and no bite, Aela..."
Of course, her taunting words were just that, words. In truth, she was grateful to no end for Aela's patience and gentleness and found herself smiling excitedly as Aela crawled atop her, holding herself above her protectively. There was still that hint of fear in her, but it was mostly overwhelmed by lust now, and quite possibly, love, for the werewolf, though Serana did not have the strength or gall to voice it. A soft hum, a purr, escaped her lips as Aela brushed her hands on her cheek, which she nuzzled into affectionately. They were rough and calloused, but by the Nine, did they feel good.
Their breasts pressed together, a soft kiss gracing her temples, and Serana fluttered her eyes shut as she enjoyed the sensation, the simple act of their bodies pressed together enough to extract a delighted giggle from her. She let out a shuddered breath, placing her hands on Aela's sides and gently caressing them, going from her waist to her hips, where she cheekily snuck in a squeeze with a subtle grin. Little breaths and pleasured hums continued to slip out of her as Aela trailed downward, placing kisses wherever she went; at the last kiss, on her pink little nipple, elicited an unexpected moan from the vampire, her hips bucking up to meet Aela's. "Oh... d-don't tease me like that, Aela," she whined, though her body worked against her words, shuddering and squirming with pleasure with every little touch Aela's tongue and fingertips gave them.
Her grip on Aela's ass tightened, her nails digging into her skin enough to leave a few faint marks, just as the she-wolf nipped her and continued further downward. Briefly, Serana gasped as the familiar fear came over her again, though it was coupled with pleasure as Aela kissed and licked her navel. She handled her body like she had known her for an eternity, pushing her at all the right places to bring her out of her shell. Finally, after the slow descent across her whole body, Aela's lips reached between Serana's legs, and the vampire swallowed nervously in anticipation.
"Mhm. I trust you..." Wholeheartedly. A gentle nod confirmed her consent. And then a gasped moan confirmed her pleasure. "O-oh, gods, Aela..." she squeaked, her toes curling helplessly as she felt a tongue on her sex for the first time in her life, reintroducing her to a blissful pleasure she had long forgotten. It felt so wonderful, so fulfilling, feeling that warm, wet muscle move across the slick lips of her pussy. "It feels so wonderful, I- aah!" If she wasn't aroused before, she definitely was now; her loins felt hot and oversensitive, every flick of the tongue drawing out a shameful moan, so much so that Serana had to bring a hand up to her lips to silence herself. Desperately, her other hand searched for Aela's, wanting to hold her as she loved and ravished her with her talented tongue. Tears began to form and spilled from the edge of her eyes, and a small, choked sob escaped her throat as the last remnants of her abuse washed away. Fearing Aela may mistake it, she hurriedly, squeezed her hand and held her tight. "No, no, keep going... please..."
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Aela had been with women before, many times. Before she met Skjor, the Huntress had been a wild one, finding herself spending the evening in the arms of a beautiful woman, and once in a while, a handsome warrior. She wasn't a common whore by any means, and typically kept in contact with those she'd bedded, even if they only remained friends afterward. After joining the Companions she'd settled herself down, at least personality wise - Skjor had calmed the beast within, even if he'd given her the actual gift of being one truly. So it was with obvious experience Aela played with Serana's sweet nether regions, as if it hadn't been made clear thus far. Ordinarily Aela would lick and nibble with evident eagerness, but times with others who have been harmed by someone else allowed Aela to move slowly, tenderly; she aimed to push away the lingering hesitation, the fear of being so vulnerable. Only the tip of her tongue added a little pressure, up one side and down the other, tasting and feeling for whatever would cause Serana to twitch or make a sound.
Briefly Aela glanced up, catching her breath but also wanting to glimpse at the pretty parasite's expressions. Disappointed with how Serana pressed one hand to her mouth, Aela let the vampire grab her own with her free palm, holding it gently while giving another stroke of her tongue. She flattened the muscle, swiping up directly in the center of Serana's slit - greeted with growing wetness coating her mouth."Don't do that,"Aela cooed at the vampire."I want to hear you. I need to hear you...please."
But not that sound; not the crying, not the choked sob Aela saw hitching in Serana's chest. Fearing she'd already pushed too far she pulled back, but stopped when she felt Serana tighten the grip of their conjoined hands. Aela certainly didn't want to stop, and it seemed that for once, Serana didn't want her to either. It wasn't funny, but Aela couldn't stop the tiny smirk from forming, only because she knew she'd finally started tearing down those thousand year old walls."If you insist."
With slightly further aplomb Aela did just as asked - a little more pressure, a bit faster paced, her tongue swiveled and darted about, hoping Serana would acquiesce as well and not hinder any sounds, so Aela would know whether it was a good spot, or one that did nothing for her. Aela did know there was one spot that wasalwaysgood. Aela's free arm slid beneath Serana's leg, with her hand lifting up to plant against the vampire's hip, holding her in place just as the Huntress enveloped Serana's clit with her lips. She merely pressed around it, a few soft flicks with her tongue, before pulling away."I knew, when we first fought, I'd eat you alive,"Aela taunted, ignoring the fact Serana had bested her."I guess it just took time, hmm, my pretty parasite?"
Back to work, Aela's witty mouth silenced only to find that throbbing little button once more. So many men didn't realize a woman could orgasm without penetration; Aela would try that another time, as it certainly could be pleasurable, but not now. Not when she had a stunning, writhing, parasitic princess squirming against her mouth.
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Serana felt so selfish, truly, for the fact that she couldn't even show herself completely to Aela, muffling her voice and covering her face in both shame and embarassment, when the Huntress had been nothing but kind, patient and understanding with her. She doubted anyone, man or woman, would be so patient as to navigate through her nuances and not simply leave her to rot with her own demons. But even when she did let out a little sound, it was not one of pleasure or affirmation, it was a choked sob, and Serana so terribly feared she might drive Aela away again. They'd come quite a long way to even get to this point, and it took the both of them almost dying unceremoniously in a swamp and then a castle to bring them together, and the gods would be damned if she threw it away again because she couldn't bear to communicate well enough.
So she clung to the wolf's hand desperately, pleading with her to keep going, which Aela did. The vampire was even surprised to hear a hint of wryness in her voice, and with considerable effort, she removed her hand from her mouth and glanced down, eyes blinking and misty with tears to see Aela diligently working at her sex, desire pooling in her loins with every talented lick of her tongue. Obliging to Aela's request - that sheneededto hear her - Serana gently propped herself up on one elbow so the other could see her face, her every little reaction, as embarrassing as it was. Her breasts heaved with every hitched breath, pink nipples taut and erect in the cold air, and every so often, a pleasured little gasp or a surprised squeal slipped from her lips as Aela found a particularly sensitive spot.
The vampire then gasped in surprise as Aela liftened her legs over her shoulders, making her feel utterly exposed, though with her she felt safe and protected and desired. The simple flat licks against her outer lips had been pleasurable enough, making her squirm and shiver with need, but when the Huntress lunged forward and took her warm, sensitive little bud in her mouth, Serana positively moaned out as she fell back onto the bed of moss, all her strength leaving her in an instant. Her yellow eyes squeezed shut, shedding more tears that decorated her cheeks, but they were no longer tears of fear and anguish. Her hand gripped onto Aela's tightly, needingsomethingto hold onto amidst the foreign, overwhelming pleasure that threatened to shatter her into pieces.
Her mouth was dropped open into a perfect little circle, her exhaled breaths and gentle moans of pleasure becoming more and more vocal and less dampened. Every little flick on her clit sent waves of electricity through her body, eliciting a shiver or a gasp, sometimes both, and Seranawhinedneedily when she felt Aela pull away from her engorged little bud, desperately needing her to continue. She might've even begged her or pleaded in some fashion for her to continue, if not for her utterly absurd comment. Serana, confused by the surreality of it all, burst into a uncharacteristic giggle, though as she later recounted, giggling during sex was probably a good thing. "Yes, you did take your sweet time with it," she quipped back with a bite of her lips, head snapping back and shuddering with a gasp when Aela captured her clitoris again. Her words came out ragged and somewhat incoherently after that, but still she continued - she was not to be outdone, not even during her first time having sex after thousands of years. "I s-suppose... you planned i-it all from the start... ah- you let me best you a-and then proceeded to almost... fuckingdieso I would lower my walls for you."
Any sort of barrier between them now truly broken, Serana began to be truly vocal with her lips, eyes closed and head leaned back as she allowed herself to drown in a sea of bliss. Her free hand reached for Aela's head, fingers wounding tightly in those beautiful crimson locks, ostensibly to hold her in place, though Serana was sure she didn't need the extra incentive. "Yes... I'm your pretty parasite, Aela," Serana found herself whispering, finding no shame in such a statement. Her hips began to move against the she-wolf's tongue, feeling her desire build and almost topple over in the depths of her loins, her nerves feeling like they were on fire. "Ahh... yes, yes, keep going...please..."