A Mournful Howl.
Cyan had been in Skyrim for over a year now, she had defeated Alduin taken over his lordship and ended the war with Ulfric being the successor and jelasif still the jarl of solitude. Cyan was traveling home to Jorravaskar to her friends and shield siblings when she was attacked by a vampire. She never had the chance to defend herself. It was seconds later she felt sharp teeth penetrate her soft skin at her neck and cold liquid being poured in. she cried out in pain and heard the cry of her wolf as it died within her. She passed out as the vampire transformed her forever cursing her.
Cyan woke up to find herself draped over the back of her steed Shadowmere and something heavy holding her in place. She lifted her head to find that a hand was placed on her hip. She followed it up to the body it belonged to and found farkas looking down at her. He smiled but it was a sad smile for he felt that her beast was gone for good and replaced by the coldness of death. She had realized that since she was no longer a werewolf that she was no longer a companion. With that thought I her head she fell limp again as she let sleep claim her.
Cyan woke up in her bed chambers at Jorravaskar; she was no longer wearing her Stormcloak general attire and was now in a simple white above the knee shift. She sat up and raised her hand to her neck and found two holes. She shot out of bed and ran to the mirror and pulled her hair to one side to reveal her neck. She had hoped it was a dream but sadly it wasn't she was a vampire.
Cyan had chosen to stay in her chambers silently packing her things and waiting for everyone to go to bed. Once she heard the last footfall and snore did she leave her chambers she walked swiftly and quietly up the steps and through the door to the mead hall. She stopped at the big table and left a piece of parchment in the middle of it. Without looking back she opened the large wooden door and left Jorravaskar and the companions behind forever.
Farkas was the first awake. After yesterday he wanted to see how his Harbinger was doing. He started to walk towards her door but stopped when he caught her scent, it was no longer the sweet scent lavender and honey mead instead it was the vulgar scent of death and decay, swallowing the bile rising I his throat from the smell he followed it. He stopped short when he say the paper on the table. He picked it up and read it.
My dearest friends,
It is with a heavy heart that I must leave for I am no longer a companion at heart but a cold corpse. If you are reading this it means that I am gone and that you must not come looking for me. I am leaving the position of harbinger to Farkas, Vilkas, and Aeila. I know that this seems childish but if I was there I would not have been able to help myself for the blood running in all of you is a siren call I don't wish to answer. I love all of you and wish you well.
Goodbye. –Cyan.
Farkas walked outside. The letter still in his hand he continued to walk until he came to the training yard. He stopped and hung his head. He felt tears streaming down his face. He raised his head to the sky and released a mournful howl for his lost Harbinger.
Aeila was awoken by a loud howl that sounded mournful she was afraid to even get up to see if it was indeed true. A knock sounded on her door and she got up to open it. She was greeted by Vilkas who stood there with a piece of paper in his hand. Aeila took it and read it. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground but Vilkas caught her. She dropped the letter and clung to the man and released her own mournful howl. Their harbinger was gone for good.