Ediin is...not nice

She was hanging from the bannisters when he first met her.

Well, he didn't really know she was there until she fell on top of him. A thump and two oomphs later, he had an agile little Nord in his lap. She batted her lashes, but far from demure, more , that was the earthy tone he had smelt that had him up in the first place.

"Uh," he started.

When she hissed, a shadow of ears flattened over his skul and his irises enlarged to a bright yellow/green mixture. But she didn't attack, she leapt away from him and scrambled up a beam, melting into the shadows. He looked and looked, unable to climb thanks to his bulk. His fingers flexed at his sides and as his senses were dulled by her lingering presence - he could no longer pin point her scent, it was everywhere - he began to consider going for Vilkas.

But she had him pinned before he had even finished the thought.

His back slammed against the floor and he grunted, ready to jerk forward but he felt the serated edge of a magic blade dig into his throat; his frame shuddered and his eyes drooped as the magicka sucked in a drop of his life force. Her eyes were narrowed and fangs bore, she straddled him with a hand pressed against his chest. She was heavier than she appeared and Farkas found that to be quite a hinderance.

"Filthy corpse," he barked out.

She snarled at him. "Keep talking, one slip and the blade drains you of life and I leave. I'm sure your brother would love to find his twin as nothing but draugr bones in the morning."

His annoyance peeked at Vilkas. And her lips twisted into a smirk. "How -"

"He's marrying my sister you dope."

Before it could really click in his head, a thunderous belch of fire crested overhead and the assassin flipped backwards, hissing at the attacker as she had Farkas.

"Ven, you wench I was just teasing him!"

The Harbinger stood over Farkas, jerking him to his feet and he pouted; he would be in trouble for letting her get the better of him. She had already scolded him for being afraid of spiders but had stopped when Vilkas asked. Maybe he could get Vilkas to sway her on this...

"Ediin, I don't find it amusing when you come and torture my men," Ven snapped. "Apologize."

The dark haired Nord - who he realized resembled his Harbinger a great deal - pouted and flashed those ruby eyes at Farkas. "Sorry."

Ven humphed and bobbed her head. "Now come on, my Quarters are at the end of the hall. We have a lot to discuss."

Ediin sighed and sheathed her unholy blade against her thigh, slowly following her twin. As she passed Farkas, she paused and winked, eyes rolling down to his boots. The simple gesture was perverse enough to make Farkas choke.