Chapter 1

Cyrus leaned against the tree averting his gaze to the sky, his claw clutching his Dai-Katana tightly a set of fresh blood dripping off it's edge by means of another kill. His snout was set in a flat pure straight set of lips tight against his razor teeth and bloody red gums. His other claw remained clutching the hair still attached to the dunmmer girl's head her frightened face still plastered on her skull, her bloody stump of a neck leaking slight bits of dull red blood and other fluids. His argonian body was slim and lean, his muscular build some what small, all the more to lure some innocent mugger into his sadistic clutches, snap another meal. Clinging to his body was a suit of daedric armor, jagged and evil in nature like the very emissary of oblivion using who ever wore it like a host.

He cocked his head slightly as if observing the sky, he opened his mouth to speak before closing it as if silenced. He raised the dunmmer head to face his, she used to be a pretty young thing, but of course he cared not for their beauty. He just killed them, he stalked them through night and day observing their movements and lives, if necessary stalking them for weeks to months, even to years. Finally the question came down to… why?

He coked his head again this time to a different side and tossed the severed head away so it rolled down the grassy hill the tree stood on. He looked deep within himself for that answer and as of yet he had come to just one answer, he was a killer. He was ALWAYS a killer, it was the feeling of the blood running between his fingers, running through the cracks of his armor and down his scaly body, like the sweet juice of a flower.

He closed his eyes and slumped slowly down against the tree enjoying the feeling of the bark scratching against his armor. He let his dai-katana fall out of his claw and it too rolled down the small slope knocking against the severed woman's head clunking against one of her dead glossy eyes. As a result the head tilted slowly to the side, Cyrus opened his eyes and looked down at the duo of objects and held a gloved claw out as if to a loved one and slowly drew his hand back. He fell to his side, laying there just staring at the head and blade until he noticed that he had let the dia-katana out of his grip.

"Ohhhhh… I am sorry…" he apologized his eyes rapidly brimming with invisible tears before he reached out and gently gripped the sword's hilt drawing it back and pressing it close to his body making sure it was safely hugged against him, he looked at the hilt and down the blade before he seemed satisfied. "I did not mean to let you go…" he said to his beloved kissing the hilt.

"You… are cold?" he asked hugging the blade even more, "I am sorry… I… I will make us warm…" he said nuzzling the hilt. "My child cant be cold, oh no no no…" he shook his head. In his head the blade's hilt looked at him cocking it's head.

"Cyrus… you'll never let me go again will you?" it asked worry in her voice.

"No! No!" he cried his eyes wide "I will not let you go mon charmant!" he said his voice slightly breaking. She smiled and laid her hilt into his chest content.

"Okay… You protect me so well Cyrus" she murmured against the cold metal that protected his chest.

"I only love you…" he said putting the bottom of his jaw on her head.

"I love you too Cyrus" she whispered before she fell silent again.

The Argonian slowly got up his sword clutched in his gloved hand, he then looked out past the tree, in his deranged mind he calculated the distance he had to go in order to reach Pelagiad. He thought maybe about… if he hooved it all night he'd arrive with the sky still dark… yes it worked well. With his mind made up the big lizard took off with the speed of a Nix-hound with his rear on fire.

first chapter, r&r please my first Morrowind fic in a while well hope it did well here for now I shall return