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Written for the Skyrim Kink Meme, with a vague prompt just wanting Aela/F!DB stuffs in general. If femslash bothers you, pretend it's a friendship fic (Since there's nothing smutty in it).
Aela was unable recall the last time she'd been this nervous- actually, that is a lie. It had been her initiation quest; the woman had been terrified that somehow, she would fail, and dishonor the memory of her ancestry. Thankfully, those fears proved pointless, since here she was, all these years later.
And now she was experiencing the same emotion. The need to move, pacing out the anxiety. The newblood, Nora, was to be initiated into the Circle tonight. A risky move by its very nature, what with three of those members being unaware that there was, ideally, going to be a sixth among them.
Then there was the issue of whether Nora would even be willing to accept it. The Huntress knew their newest initiate was aware of the Circle's blessing; but what had Vilkas and Kodlak filled her head with? There'd been no change in interaction between her and the Circle, which meant it wasn't an issue with her- however, she showed no interest. No questions in hushed tones in the middle of the night.
Aela was aware that Nord had a level head and took most things in stride, but this seemed more than just passive behavior, which she found odd.
Nora's love of the hunt was hardly a secret. The young girl still had much to learn, having only turned 18 this past summer, but she had the passion and drive, in addition to not being much worse off than Aela had been at her age- so the redhead was slightly confused as to why her Shield-Sister gave no indication to care in the slightest about Hircine's Blessing.
Still though, she and Skjor would go through with initiating the newblood. Vilkas, Farkas, and Kodlak would leave the pack given half the chance, and that thought sent Aela into a panic. A pack was suppose to grow, not diminish, and though she'd still be loosing half her pack, it was better than not having Nora join them at all.
And then of course, there was the possibility that Nora would refuse, when offered. That was a genuine concern, (especially if she ran off to Kodlak; better to ask forgiveness than permission and whatnot) and one Aela hoped was unfounded. The newblood had only been with them a few seasons, but the Huntress found herself quite attached already. It would no doubt hurt to have such a deeply personal invitation refused- doubly so for Aela, who was to be the Nord's forebarer.
The familiar mix of pleasure and pain seeped through her bones, relishing in the comforting sensations brought on by the change. Somehwhat soothed, Aela stood next to the stone basin as she waited on Skjor and Nora.
Before too long, the pair of them entered, Nora's face one of entrancement before the young Companion started like a spooked horse when she realized Aela was in her transformed state. She couldn't help the soft whine; barely audible but unquestionably there. Skjor ignored her while he spoke to Nora.
As a werewolf, Aela had a tricky time understanding Common, since neither her body nor her mindset were programmed for it. That didn't mean she was oblivious to the soft tone Nora spoke with, the apprehension clear in her voice. Once more Skjor speaks, this time more soothing and assuring, which calmed both the whelp and Aela, who'd been more and more convinced that her fears were becoming reality.
Finally, Nora nodded her head, more confident but still nervous- Aela couldn't discern if it was the good nervous, like when one was hunting, or the bad nervous, like when one realized they were the one being hunted.
As she held her arm out, Skjor's blade sliced through her skin easily; the blood pooled at the bottom of the basin. Excited shivers shot down Aela's spine as the other Nord approached, cupped a handful of the red liquid and brought it to her lips.
As Nora's body accepted the change, Aela wanted to howl in joy-until all Oblivion broke loose.
Having remembered how Farkas almost mauled Skjor during his first transformation, Aela shifted her weight, ready to distract the whelp long enough for Skjor to change, if that was what it came down to. The small, subtle action startled the new werewolf, and she bolted out the entrance.
Oh no.
The door to the under forge was closed, but that seemed to be a minor detail as far as Nora was concerned. Ever the huntress, Aela stalked towards her, tried to herd the Nord to the other end of the underforge- Nora might not know it, but there was a path that led outside Whiterun, where no guard or citizen would be able to see them. The newly turned were threw her weight against the door repeatedly and the action only gree more frantic as Aela attempted to ward her off with snapping teeth; her scrambled motions happened to hit the right spot, causing the door to slide open.
Divines, Daedra, and minor saints.
If Nora had simply been panicking in the underforge, that would be one thing. To have a newly turned (less than three minutes old) werewolf running loose in the streets- that was a serious problem. As the younger woman bolted in one direction around Jorrvaskr, Aela headed the other and once more tried to cut Nora off to herd her in the right direction.
Unfortunately, Nora had been out of the underforge first, and Aela wasn't quick enough to make up for the lost time. The younger woman bounded down the steps, and Aela came to a screeching halt, mind reeling as she tried to figure out what to do. They could hardly go down there; the tell tale shrieks of ladies and lower bellows of guards and men as they realized what was among them. They couldn't risk the entire town figuring out Jorrvaskr housed werewolves.
So much to trying to keep Nora's transition a low-key event.
Sticking to the shadows, most of their attention was focused on the young Were, who was bolting for the gate. Skjor's voice was a harsh whisper in her ear, urged Aela back -or at least to shift, she was sure. The Huntress stayed where she was, though, keeping an eye on Nora. She wouldn't allow the younger woman to be killed- that wasn't happening. Yet there was still the issue of the entire town rousing, trying to slay her.
Even as one of the guards shot her with an arrow, Nora's mindset seemed more that of a prey than predator, not even turning to defend herself. That would be worrisome in the future, but not completely unexpected for now. She was probably still in shock.
Much like with the underforge door, when the gates didn't give on their own, Nora threw her weight against them, rattled the very frame on its hinges. One of the guards yelled something, and then the gates swung open.
This was not going anywhere close to planned. She could hear the halls of Jorrvaskr waking up from all the commotion (and some stupid wench who would not stop screaming, even though the 'threat' was long gone.).
The fallout could be dealt with later- Aela's main concern was getting Nora back under control. Turning back to the underforge, she snuck away from the startled citizens, slipped through the pathway and outside Whiterun.
As she lifted her head, Aela scented for the new blood, in an attempt to determine which direction she was headed. Nora had come towards Aela, as opposed to going the opposite direction.
While she broke into a dead run, the Huntress followed her nose, blind to anything else as the familiar pattern of the chase fell into place before her.
Though Nora's head start was only a small one, it took Alea a bit longer than it should have to catch up. There was no rational pattern, even if purely on an instinctual level, to the path she chose, and every now and then Aela tripped herself up by anticipating the younger woman would go one way, when in reality Nora went another.
The scent of blood filtered through, assisted in the blinders being pulled off Aela's eyes. It's not Nora's, but her scent was lingering with it. All she knew was that it smelt like prey, yet could not determine whether it's an animal, or an unwary human who met their untimely demise.
Aela silently crept through the underbrush, without so much as a snapped twig to give her away, despite her size. There was a break in the tree line, and she found the whelp, muzzle deep in a deer's belly.
Had she been capable of doing so, Aela might have cracked a grin; not even an hour old and Nora'd already made her first kill. Though, from the ravenous sounds of tearing and tugging, and sinew popping, she wondered just how wrapped up Nora was in her prize; that would have to be fixed before it became a habit.
The odd angle of the neck indicated she'd snapped it with her teeth. Aela made a soft, short noise to gain her attention. Nora froze, head slowly lifted from the deer's belly as she eyed the older werewolf with a soft growl, in an erroneous attempt to warn her off the kill.
Aela's body language shifted from relaxed and open, to a clear display that she was the dominant of the two- a pack only worked when everyone knew where they stood, and she wanted no misunderstandings.
As she held her ground for a moment longer, Nora finally submitted, tail tucked slightly as she returned to the deer, motions more frantic, clearly worried Aela would snatch her prize from her. Aela ignored this- she was capable of getting her own if the mood struck her, and she wasn't vindictive enough to take it just to prove a point.
Mindful to not spook her, Aela made her way towards the young woman, watching her. She was, much like in her human form, smaller than Aela, with an oddly subtle, dainty look that didn't quite match expectations, given her Nordic heritage. This held true in her beast form, though it was hard to call any werewolf 'dainty'.
When she was close enough to touch her, if she was so inclined, Nora stopped gorging herself and carefully watched Aela. The girl was likely just acting off instinct right now, giving no rational thought to her actions. Watching as Nora turned, Aela was slightly surprised when the younger female nuzzled her submissively, a soft whine at her throat while she lapped at Aela's jawbone.
As she shifted away, Nora was quick to follow, her deer apparently forgotten.