Dzydzilelya
Form an army. Not the smallest of tasks. Funny enough, Endelle was not even surprised. Nothing could've surprised her at this point. Liis could've rambled about defeating a giant horker that caused earthquakes and it would seem normal. Although, a great revelation was given to the Nord woman: dragonkind could be defeated with regular weapons. What a relief on her shoulders, no need to find some eon-years old artifact in some weird, damp cavern. Not that it bothered her, simply the draugr are some of the only things that can give Endelle a scare. Their glowing blue eyes, their wrinkled decomposing skin... Eugh.
Shaking off the incoming shiver, Endelle noticed that Kat was asking some very good questions. They were answered like the dragon could read the Imperial's mind. Could humans be that previsible? Hm... The conversation progressing fast, Liis proposed a place to train and gather soldiers and ressources. More flying, that was for sure.
Still going East, the ride was definitely higher and colder this time. Werewolf blood kept Endelle barely warm enough to prevent frostbites. The others looked like they were freezing to death, which would be a shame. Endelle would've more work to do alone. It seemed like Liis was making extra efforts to try to get his passengers off. All those stunts, anyone who wasn't holding tight would turn into a canonball. After landing, everyone jumped off at the same time.
Now, that place was different. If it wasn't for the giant dragon flying away, this place would be quieter than High Hrothgar. The entire area was just grey-ish, silent stone. What looked like a temple was covering most of the place, it was immense. Everyone was just gazing everywhere at this sight. The temple was surrounded by what looked like a forest, a faint smell of vegetation was drifting towards her nose. What also was assailing her nose was that oh, so familiar vanilla-steel combo. Luckily enough, fainter that the forest's. An hour passed, with the party wandering around, looking at the scenery. Everyone was enjoying the silence, but the Nord hunter could notice that some of the party members had a case of the shivers.
"Aal hei ko bo ahrk faad heinmaar", Endelle proposed.
Everyone swiftly agreed, rushing towards the closest door, made of solid iron. With a creak so loud, the divines themselves would wake from a deep sleep, the group entered what looked like ruins as old as Skyrim itself. Spider web everywhere, with no traces of spiders nearby. After adjusting to the ambient darkness, the group established their camp. Laying down the few things they carried, the group felt relieved. The Nord woman turned towards her pupil.
"Zu'u praag tinvaaka wah hi naalein.", the hunter said, giving a swift look at the vampyre, her gaze speaking for her. If eyes could shoot arrows, Vokun would've been a porcupine now.
The young hunter was surprised, but in a good way. The Nord pointed at the door and they both got out. After closing the door, leaving the Breton and Dunmer inside, the two hunters could finally exchange some words. Endelle noticed that Kat was cold, so she gave her furs to the young Imperial. The same smile as earlier in High Hrothgar could be seen on the Nord's face. Apparently, she doesn't do it enough, seeing how Kat was slightly blushing. Regaining her usual look, the blonde-haired woman quickly explained that it was the perfect place to train, since there was no trace of living souls, except the other two inside.
Then, Endelle followed up on some basics of archery and stealth. Nothing Kat couldn't handle. After an hour of detailed explanations on how to track a beast, practicing with fake paths in the snow, the sun started coming off it's high spot. Complimenting on how Kat was assimilating information, Endelle made a subtle transition to the next step in becoming a greater hunter.
"Zu'u mungrohiik. " An even more surprised look struck Kat's face, as the pieces were clipping together. It finally explained her ability to shoot so well in the dark, her stillness and ability to stay warm in the crazy cold temperatures of Skyrim. An admirative gaze was now drawn on the Imperial's visage. After what seemed like a minute, Endelle then explained how being a werewolf greatly enhances one's ability to hunt. Faster, stronger, better reflexes, etc. The perfect hunter. Just being able to have a wolf's scent would already make her 10 times better than what she already was.
Of course, Kat was skeptical at first, her brows slightly showing disagreement. The Nord explained that she developped a method to keep the pesky tranformations under her own will. Unless she wanted to transform, she could stay human indefinitely. Then, she warned the young hunter about the only rule: no children. Upon stating that, an obvious twitch made Endelle suffer inside. She was still bitter about it. Ignoring that, the Nord then told Kat how she she would make quick progress after becoming part Werewolf.
Considerating the opportunity, Kat finally agreed. Another smile covered Endelle's traits. It was looking like young Kat did that often to Endelle. Coincidence or not, night was almost here to take daylight's place. Quickly preparing the ritual, Endelle gathered the only physical material she needed: A tankard. She kept hers after flying away from High Hrothgar. Old bandit trick.
After asking Kat to wait outside, the Nord hunter joined the other two inside. Quickly explaining that they will need to stay inside for the remainder of the night with a dead serious face, Endelle then said that under no circumstances, must they open the door until morning comes. She then stressed to never open the door. After getting confirmation from both, she headed back outside. Noticing that Kat stayed exactly where Endelle told her made her laugh. Placing the small tankard on the rock floor with a lound cling, she got closer to Kat. The blue-eyed hunter then stared at the young Imperial deep into her eyes, asking if she was ready to do it. A quick nod and a breath of anticipation was her answer. Then, Endelle explained how the ritual will go, that she will need to use a dagger to make Endelle bleed in the tankard, where Kat will need to drink it's content. After briefly describing the sensation of the primal hunger of the first transformation, they were ready to begin, as night was now freshly started. One last thing.
"Govey hin rivve fodos hi laan niin zospein."
A quick laugh later, the Nord hunter had removed her clothing. Then, without stopping, she begun transforming. In about ten seconds, she was now a werewolf, maybe the first time in years. Holding still, Kat slowly approched, dagger in hand. With a playful groan, Endelle stretched her arm towards the young Imperial. Kat grabbed the tankard with her free hand. Making a small cut on the forearm, she collected half a tankard of warm blood. With a face of disgust, she chugged as fast as she could. Immediately, the transformation took place. Smaller than Endelle, but as hasty. Her red glowing eyes burned like fire, in opposite of the Nord's bright blue eyes, that carried on over her wolf form.
The night could now begin. First, the newblood started smelling all over the place, catching on to the young, tender meat inside. As soon as the last siff took place, Kat, now in wolf form, rushed towards the door, ignoring Endelle standing in front of it. Too bad for her, because the Nord slammed her on the ground, with a swift pounce. Clearly angry at this reaction, the newblood started throwing claws at Endelle. Fierce strikes, creating lacerations over her chest. Blood was pouring, but she have had worse. Rolling on the cold rock, in a flurry of claws, fur, blood and punches. Their eyes never left one another. Brute force versus wisdom and control, a tough fight.
About halfway through the night, both dogs were now starting to be exhausted from the constant fighting, half of the stone in front of the door was paved in thick, red blood. Then a swift punch from Kat on Endelle's nose knocked her back, dissying her. Seeing a window of opportunity, she made a ran for the door. Entering panic mode, the Nord got on all fours and catched up to Kat and slammed her against the door. The newblood was KO'd. Regaining their human forms, Endelle and Kat were all bruised up and bloody.
Seeing as how the young hunter was unconcious, Endelle did her the favor of carrying her towards the waterfall, which gave into a small lake. Washing Kat as best as she could without drowning her and washing herself at the same time, Endelle then walked back to the iron door, where their clothes laid next to it. The Nord woman carefully dressed Kat and herself back and laid her against the stone wall, her wolf blood now keeping her warm. The first rays of sunlight were piercing through the sky.
Kat Coalbrow was now a werewolf.
Dzydzilelya
January 27, 2018 |
Form an army. Not the smallest of tasks. Funny enough, Endelle was not even surprised. Nothing could've surprised her at this point. Liis could've rambled about defeating a giant horker that caused earthquakes and it would seem normal. Although, a great revelation was given to the Nord woman: dragonkind could be defeated with regular weapons. What a relief on her shoulders, no need to find some eon-years old artifact in some weird, damp cavern. Not that it bothered her, simply the draugr are some of the only things that can give Endelle a scare. Their glowing blue eyes, their wrinkled decomposing skin... Eugh.
Shaking off the incoming shiver, Endelle noticed that Kat was asking some very good questions. They were answered like the dragon could read the Imperial's mind. Could humans be that previsible? Hm... The conversation progressing fast, Liis proposed a place to train and gather soldiers and ressources. More flying, that was for sure.
Still going East, the ride was definitely higher and colder this time. Werewolf blood kept Endelle barely warm enough to prevent frostbites. The others looked like they were freezing to death, which would be a shame. Endelle would've more work to do alone. It seemed like Liis was making extra efforts to try to get his passengers off. All those stunts, anyone who wasn't holding tight would turn into a canonball. After landing, everyone jumped off at the same time.
Now, that place was different. If it wasn't for the giant dragon flying away, this place would be quieter than High Hrothgar. The entire area was just grey-ish, silent stone. What looked like a temple was covering most of the place, it was immense. Everyone was just gazing everywhere at this sight. The temple was surrounded by what looked like a forest, a faint smell of vegetation was drifting towards her nose. What also was assailing her nose was that oh, so familiar vanilla-steel combo. Luckily enough, fainter that the forest's. An hour passed, with the party wandering around, looking at the scenery. Everyone was enjoying the silence, but the Nord hunter could notice that some of the party members had a case of the shivers.
"Aal hei ko bo ahrk faad heinmaar", Endelle proposed.
Everyone swiftly agreed, rushing towards the closest door, made of solid iron. With a creak so loud, the divines themselves would wake from a deep sleep, the group entered what looked like ruins as old as Skyrim itself. Spider web everywhere, with no traces of spiders nearby. After adjusting to the ambient darkness, the group established their camp. Laying down the few things they carried, the group felt relieved. The Nord woman turned towards her pupil.
"Zu'u praag tinvaaka wah hi naalein.", the hunter said, giving a swift look at the vampyre, her gaze speaking for her. If eyes could shoot arrows, Vokun would've been a porcupine now.
The young hunter was surprised, but in a good way. The Nord pointed at the door and they both got out. After closing the door, leaving the Breton and Dunmer inside, the two hunters could finally exchange some words. Endelle noticed that Kat was cold, so she gave her furs to the young Imperial. The same smile as earlier in High Hrothgar could be seen on the Nord's face. Apparently, she doesn't do it enough, seeing how Kat was slightly blushing. Regaining her usual look, the blonde-haired woman quickly explained that it was the perfect place to train, since there was no trace of living souls, except the other two inside.
Then, Endelle followed up on some basics of archery and stealth. Nothing Kat couldn't handle. After an hour of detailed explanations on how to track a beast, practicing with fake paths in the snow, the sun started coming off it's high spot. Complimenting on how Kat was assimilating information, Endelle made a subtle transition to the next step in becoming a greater hunter.
"Zu'u mungrohiik. " An even more surprised look struck Kat's face, as the pieces were clipping together. It finally explained her ability to shoot so well in the dark, her stillness and ability to stay warm in the crazy cold temperatures of Skyrim. An admirative gaze was now drawn on the Imperial's visage. After what seemed like a minute, Endelle then explained how being a werewolf greatly enhances one's ability to hunt. Faster, stronger, better reflexes, etc. The perfect hunter. Just being able to have a wolf's scent would already make her 10 times better than what she already was.
Of course, Kat was skeptical at first, her brows slightly showing disagreement. The Nord explained that she developped a method to keep the pesky tranformations under her own will. Unless she wanted to transform, she could stay human indefinitely. Then, she warned the young hunter about the only rule: no children. Upon stating that, an obvious twitch made Endelle suffer inside. She was still bitter about it. Ignoring that, the Nord then told Kat how she she would make quick progress after becoming part Werewolf.
Considerating the opportunity, Kat finally agreed. Another smile covered Endelle's traits. It was looking like young Kat did that often to Endelle. Coincidence or not, night was almost here to take daylight's place. Quickly preparing the ritual, Endelle gathered the only physical material she needed: A tankard. She kept hers after flying away from High Hrothgar. Old bandit trick.
After asking Kat to wait outside, the Nord hunter joined the other two inside. Quickly explaining that they will need to stay inside for the remainder of the night with a dead serious face, Endelle then said that under no circumstances, must they open the door until morning comes. She then stressed to never open the door. After getting confirmation from both, she headed back outside. Noticing that Kat stayed exactly where Endelle told her made her laugh. Placing the small tankard on the rock floor with a lound cling, she got closer to Kat. The blue-eyed hunter then stared at the young Imperial deep into her eyes, asking if she was ready to do it. A quick nod and a breath of anticipation was her answer. Then, Endelle explained how the ritual will go, that she will need to use a dagger to make Endelle bleed in the tankard, where Kat will need to drink it's content. After briefly describing the sensation of the primal hunger of the first transformation, they were ready to begin, as night was now freshly started. One last thing.
"Govey hin rivve fodos hi laan niin zospein."
A quick laugh later, the Nord hunter had removed her clothing. Then, without stopping, she begun transforming. In about ten seconds, she was now a werewolf, maybe the first time in years. Holding still, Kat slowly approched, dagger in hand. With a playful groan, Endelle stretched her arm towards the young Imperial. Kat grabbed the tankard with her free hand. Making a small cut on the forearm, she collected half a tankard of warm blood. With a face of disgust, she chugged as fast as she could. Immediately, the transformation took place. Smaller than Endelle, but as hasty. Her red glowing eyes burned like fire, in opposite of the Nord's bright blue eyes, that carried on over her wolf form.
The night could now begin. First, the newblood started smelling all over the place, catching on to the young, tender meat inside. As soon as the last siff took place, Kat, now in wolf form, rushed towards the door, ignoring Endelle standing in front of it. Too bad for her, because the Nord slammed her on the ground, with a swift pounce. Clearly angry at this reaction, the newblood started throwing claws at Endelle. Fierce strikes, creating lacerations over her chest. Blood was pouring, but she have had worse. Rolling on the cold rock, in a flurry of claws, fur, blood and punches. Their eyes never left one another. Brute force versus wisdom and control, a tough fight.
About halfway through the night, both dogs were now starting to be exhausted from the constant fighting, half of the stone in front of the door was paved in thick, red blood. Then a swift punch from Kat on Endelle's nose knocked her back, dissying her. Seeing a window of opportunity, she made a ran for the door. Entering panic mode, the Nord got on all fours and catched up to Kat and slammed her against the door. The newblood was KO'd. Regaining their human forms, Endelle and Kat were all bruised up and bloody.
Seeing as how the young hunter was unconcious, Endelle did her the favor of carrying her towards the waterfall, which gave into a small lake. Washing Kat as best as she could without drowning her and washing herself at the same time, Endelle then walked back to the iron door, where their clothes laid next to it. The Nord woman carefully dressed Kat and herself back and laid her against the stone wall, her wolf blood now keeping her warm. The first rays of sunlight were piercing through the sky.
Kat Coalbrow was now a werewolf. |