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A Night In Falkreath..
By: Overlordnim Date: July 15, 2013, 11:09 pm
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It was dim and misty in a freshly rained on Falkreath, it was
around that time in the evening the town rolled up, everyone had
their doors and windows locked or boarded, the small village
streets and corners were lit with small lanterns that hung from
tall iron posts, they were old and twisted pieces of metal, long
time spent standing, the lanterns flickered with freshly lit
candles and wicks. The guards men that bared the Falkreath
shields and tabards walked the small streets, and stood outside
of the well guarded house of the Jarl.
A steel armored being walked out of the Deadman's drink,
stepping down the old wooden and creeky steps, each step a clank
of plated boots was heard. And as the clanking on the hard wood
stopped, and the being stepped out onto the grass and dirt that
had been lied down through years of footed traffic, the shadow
of it disappeared, and there stood a woman, she was dressed as a
warrior, and a warrior she was, the air grew cold as she left
the comfort of the warm tavern behind her, she held tightly onto
a rusty mug in her leather covered fingers, her other hand
pulling up her heavy black wolf pelt cape up onto her neck just
a tad more, as she exhaled a breath of cold mist. The sky above
had been brewing for the past few days, and no doubt soon it
would bring a fresh snow to the valleys of Skyrim.
The pale skinned maiden looked upward the dark night sky, not a
star, nor moon in sight. It was almost to quiet, as the first
small, and soft flakes started to fall, the woman sighed, her
moon blessed blue eyes glancing off toward the gate to the
village, Falkreath did not end at the gates, no it went on to
the boarders of it's sweet forest, a forest filled with things
behind every dark turn. The woman grunted, taking a brisk swig
of her mug she had borrowed from the tavern, as she stared out
past her vale of ebony lashes, she took her time, as she lowered
the mug from her now damp rose peddle soft lips, letting a
sniffle catch her nose, before her ears would twitch, the nord
woman turned her head to the sounds of dismay, her eyes caught
a flash of red in the darkness of the street.
The mug fell from her palm, and a rush of ale split out onto the
dirt. There was then a flask of blue and white steel, as the
maiden whipped free one of her swords from it's sheath, as a
vicious growl was heard, the woman slashed her sword forward,
and stabbed it within a furless hound, the sword stabbed through
it's throat and out the back of it's skull, the woman hissed,
her boot coming up to the thrashing black beast, and pushed it
off her sword, letting it fall onto the cold earth. She looked
up, and took a step forward, to see the sight of vampires
slaughtering upon the guards, their hounds ripping their armor
and flesh to pieces, the sight of blood, and red flashing eyes
was saw filling the streets.
She let out a growl, as she reached down, and grabbed her second
sword from it's sheath, whipping it around in her hand, so it
set right, her palms tightened around the handles of each blade
with a squeezing sound of leather, before the ebony haired
maiden charged into the fray of teeth, claws, and red. The heavy
pats of her plates and chain mail gave good warning to the
beasts, as two turned and charged back at her, meeting her mid
way, she pulled her black looking blade up, and aimed only at
one as the other was blocked off with a side of her arm and
bigger shoulderpad, she caught the other with her left sword,
stabbing it into the curr's gut, she let her sword go, and
pushed off the other, aiming a slash down at the deathly beast.
The creature came up and grabbed at her sword, blocking it with
a feat of strength, before the woman bought her left hand up,
suddenly those soft flakes that fell around them were sucked
toward her hand, and a ball of air formed, her gauntlet started
to freeze visibly, before she shoved her palm toward the
creature's face, and a blast of air shot from it, and formed
into the whirlwind of ice shards and fridge air, it blasted the
beast back, and let him fall to the ground, knocked out cold
from the concussion.
She turned, and glanced over to the two left, their hounds being
combated by the guards, as the two vampires stared a long moment
at the woman, she turned to fully face them, and grabbed at her
sword still stuck in the one, before viciously pulling it free,
and stepping a bit forward. The two looked at each other, and
hissed, before they turned, and started to run off, making their
way to the other gate. The woman let out a 'hmph' going to turn
to assist the guardsmen, before she heard a woman scream, she
growled then, and yelled to a by standing guard. "YOU. Make sure
these two are dead!" she then turned, and took off, her speed
rather unmatched for the weight she carried in armor, she shoved
her swords in their sheaths, and started to run as fast as she
could, vampires were always faster, but she was hoping to get
some distance from the town. She ran past now civilian
bystanders, or wondering in travelers, pushing past many who
wore hoods, and who dawned heavy armors. "OUT OF THE WAY!" she
shouted in a breathless way, as she ran out of the second gate.
Her hair was a long wave behind her, almost blending with the
long pelt she had worn upon her shoulders, as she rain,
stumbling in mud and slipping in fresh snow piles, she glanced
back over her shoulder, seeing the town was now behind her a
little ways, and then she looked forward, she couldn't see them,
but she heard the woman screaming still, and that was their give
away. She growled, bared her suddenly sharp teeth, the cape of
fur, and her smooth mane, seemed to suddenly, truly blend, the
fur seeming to glue onto her form, until it came to a tail, her
legs growing and her feet expanding, her arms and hands did the
same, her once smooth and fair featured face, turned raggled
before it smoothed out into a muzzle, her form twisted in the
darkness of the no moon, and soon the sounds of a beast unlike
any other was heard, heavy pants and huffs as it took each
stride heavily, and it's speed was much faster then that of a
running mortal.
A werewolf, the beast was, and yet it was her, her eyes flashing
in a blue glow, as she kept running, until finally, around a
turn of a dark tree, she spotted the tail of one of the vampiric
cur, her mind went to instinct, and she charged, and it was like
in a flash she was over the male creature, and when she hit, she
hit him hard. Knocking him off his feet, and onto the ground,
with a horrible bout from his lips, and a dreadful screaming for
mercy, as his clawed hand came up to beat against the wolf's
mane, in a desperate plea to move her. His companion, the one
that carried the woman, came to a stop as he heard the screaming
of his 'friend', turning to see the ebony pelted wolf ontop of
him, he released the breaton female, and pushed her down, as a
quick escape, turning and fleeing into the shadows of the
forest, leaving his companion, who was now being ripped into
shreds by the wolf, to suffer and plea for help.
After a moment and a horribly sound as the vampire's throat came
free from it's spine. The wolf looked up, her blue eyes glancing
over to see the other vampire was gone, and the woman sat
shaken, staring at her with a more then horrified expression.
She huffed, and growled a bit, her maw running with crimson, she
stood on her hind legs, and pushed herself away from the woman,
walking off into the forest deep within the shadows, so she
could change back in peace. The woman that was caught and now
free, let out a whine, and rushed back toward the village,
slipping and sliding the whole way.
The wolf walked a bit more, and then stood still a moment, as a
burst of fur and air shot out around her, her form taking shape,
her pale form showing a moment, before the fur turned and formed
back into her armor, and cape, she huffed, as she changed back,
the cold hitting her senses like fire to her skin and she let
another sniffle catch on her now red blushed cold nose. "...
What did i just do..." she spat a bit of blood out of her mouth
onto the forming snow, as the flakes became more heavy. She
looked up, ".. Might as well start walking.. There's no going
back there for a while.." she glanced back toward Falkreath, and
huffed, before she started to walk, pulling her cape up a bit in
adjustment. The morning was not to far behind the horizon of the
mountains, but it would go almost unnoticed with the dense snow
clouds over head.. And it would be days before she met the next
town at a walking pace.
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