Nahlgraafkiin
by Allebasii
קڔڊڄڱگڮججطختبضسضקڔڊڄڱگڮ קڔڊڄڱگڮ Prologue קڔڊڄڱگڮججطختبضسضקڔڊڄڱگڮ קڔڊڄڱگڮ
"Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. But not always in that order"-The Doctor
Danel sighed as he rode down the narrow dirt path at a slow trot, the brilliant stars and aurora blazing above him in the night sky, though he paid them no mind. He was just so bored!
Not even the local bandits had dared to approach him, well aware by now of his status of Dovahkiin. Only the incredibly brave or fool-hardy challenged him anymore...
Suddenly, his ears twitched.
That sound...
Blood red eyes sparkled as a feral grin stretched across his pale grey face, fangs tingling in anticipation as he dismounted and crouched low to the ground, drawing his ebony bow from it's holder and nocking an arrow in preparation.
Creeping forward with all the experience of his silent killings, Danel motioned for the midnight black horse behind him to follow, but keep to the shadows. The horse snorted, and quickly dissolved into the darkness around them, so that only her glowing red eyes were visible.
Carefully treading though the soft and freshly fallen snow, the Dovahkiin allowed his inner senses to take over. Reaching deep inside, he grasped the pulsing, golden light that was nestled inside his core, located right next to the brilliantly blue and cold wisp of death. He quickly pulled on the golden light and brought it to the fore-front of his being.
The words of ancient dragons hissed past his lips in a rush of power:
"Laas... Yah Nir!"
Immediately, a wave of red light took over his vision before silently fading away. Glancing to the side, he smirked when he saw a fiery red haze where his equine companion was hidden in the shadows of the night.
Peering around, Danel quickly dismissed the smaller smudges of red magic, before zooming in on a great winged shape flying over the mountain next to them.
Quickly sheathing his weapon once more, Danel quietly ducked and stealthily rolled his way towards the base of the mountain, keeping to the shadows. Once he was there, he quickly ascended the steep side, jumping and leaping nimbly from rocky outcropping to rocky outcropping, until he finally reached a ledge high above the ground, overlooking a slightly burnt clearing, where he could see the skeletal remains of both animals, Mer and Man alike.
Glancing up again, Danel brought the essence of the dragon's soul contained within him to the forefront again, and whispered the words of power once more, scanning the skies for his prey.
"Life..Seek, Hunt!"
Once more, the red haze covered his vision for an instant, and when it cleared, Danel smirked in triumph when he saw the great Ancient Dragon circling the mountain above him as it slowed it flight and glided towards the clearing, no longer able to sense him.
As the ancient creature landed, Danel quickly reached into his enchanted pack, flicking through the different sections within with practiced ease, and bringing forth a special poison contained in a green flask. Uncorking the bottle carefully with his teeth, dipping the dwarven arrow's tip into it and holding it there to let it absorb the poison entirely.
Taking aim, Danel drew his bow once more, sighted down the shaft carefully, and released.
His aim was true.
With a muted thud and a sickening squelching noise, the arrow deeply embedded itself in the Dragon's eye, waking it with a roar of pain and a splatter of blood.
As the giant reptile launched itself into the air, headed straight for the Dovahkiin with a roar and a blast of icy breath, Danel Fendyn bared his fangs and answered with roar of his own as he prepared to take down the monstrous creature, the freezing blast not even causing a shiver as it passed over him.
After all, being both half ghost and a full vampire tended to have it's benefits when dealing with cold temperatures.