Ehlyj's feline tongue slicked out, cleaning the front of his incisors after the loving show of affection between the two slender beings. His hood went back over his head, concealing his slicked, light brown hair as his eyes widened somewhat, to draw in more light. His ears perked up and to the right as he leaned past his lover's shoulder, listening carefully to catch the echoes of any movement ahead. They had three choices as far as directions were concerned, but all of their senses pointed them down the center corridor. He gently tugged the base of her tail twice, the sign they both understood to mean "this way", and walked only a couple feet ahead of her. As they made their way down the hallway, the smell of ancient death began to mix with the noxious odor of a very recent death. He looked up and saw what looked to be the last thief who'd gotten this far stuck to the ceiling in a row of ceiling traps.
It must've slammed down and impaled him after he'd triggered it. Eyes glancing around, he took a step over a pressure plate hidden under a slightly raised brick. A mistake would've been easy to make, he understood how anyone other than a Khajit could've fallen prey to such a well-concealed trap. He didn't have to turn and warn his lover, her attention to the way he moved was down to an exact science. She mimicked every movement he made, mirroring it. It was incredibly rare for them to miss a beat. They got to a room with an entrance that opened up wide...the air was less dense in here, but no doubt this was where their goal drew them. He put his black gloves on, a sign of him readying for a fight.
Her small delicate feline nose wrinkled at the smell of the clearly un-superior human stench it produced after dying. Her eyes rolled at its clear stupidity. The room before them was an obvious resting place; she drew out arrow merely to check it out of habit. She looked at the head of her arrow, which was coated in a shining glaze of evenly coated ice wraith essence, if her arrow were to hit its mark, the coated head would explode- basically freezing the creature from the inside out only in the area she hit. However, if the creature survived being frozen, it would remain crippled and motionless until her lover beheaded the being.
She laid a hand on her lover's shoulder as he had begun to walk forward, this told him to wait, though she knew he was eager for the treasure. She knew she had to go first before he went running into the fight. She put away the arrow, and slinked through the room, heading for the center and to the back somewhat. Her destination- the top of a ledge above an elaborate obsidian thrown, she smirked as she leapt on to the creature there truly guarding the treasure they sought. The elaborate coffin reeked of malice and death causing her back fur to rise and her tail to fluff, she choked back a hiss. Though she knew that the coffin would not open till they either attempted to take the treasure or the rest of the beings guarding it fell. She leapt atop the throne, landing in a crouch. Looking over her shoulder, she tensed as she spotted, on a ledge across the room, a round table where six to seven black robed beings sat, she looked back to the wall lined with the sleeping draugr. Making her decision, she finished climbing up to the ledge and crouched drawing shadows around her making her invisible to the naked eye- a blessed courtesy of Nocturnal. Drawing her bow she nocked her arrow and took aim. Looking to her lover, who look ready to spring, she used there bond to communicate.
Darling, there are about seven necromancers, I'm going to take out the sleeping draugr, the five separate coffins will most likely not activate until I take out at least one or two of them and then…
Letting her eyes flare brightly in the dark, she continued.
You may take the rest and we will face the great one together.
As soon as she finished telling him she began shooting rapidly as nothing was heard except for a collective moan from the now very dead draugr. The necromancers look around for a moment, but disregarded the noise thinking that nothing could possibly have come down here. Her lips curl in a self-satisfied smirk as she nocked another arrow.
His right ear flicked once, a signal he could make without having to avert his gaze from their targets. That meant he'd heard her directions from above. She's always been blessed with so many talents, he thought to himself. Gathering information from a good vantage point gave him the opportunity to walk into otherwise 'unknowable' situations in confidence. He turned his face toward her, his ears lying back on his head and his face contorting into an overly happy smile directed at her. He understood and agreed, as her arrows silently flew. He then tightened his black gloves, which had gold lining on the edges, and walked directly and confidently up past the coffins into the light. With his black hooded garments, the necromancers that took notice of him first simply assumed he was one of their own. The leader's expression changed as time seemed to slow down,(the Khajit thief was bold for a reason and always added his own little twist when it came to battle plans) a look of shock appeared on the more seasoned leader's face as his eyes fell to his unusual gloves.
"Conjurer!" The other adepts had very little time to react before Ehlyj had turned his palm upward and made a rising motion with a single finger. A loud fluidly static ear-piercing noise roared as the air above their table was torn at the molecular level, revealing a dark portal, allowing what looked like an ethereal wolf spirit to lunge through, landing on one of the acolytes with his jaws round the poor man's skull. His screams were met by two more of his friends after a couple more wolves darted out of the opening. The leader took his chance to flee his comrades; the bounds of loyalty did not run deep in the circles of necromancy.
She shook her head in amusement as the leader ran, she even dared to let herself laugh out loud as she kept her shadowy form and went after the silly leader who thought to escape. As she laughed and gave chase, she heard the leaders pulse spike and smelled his fear rise. This made the true animal instinct within her rise causing her fur to stand on end. A low feminine, but menacing none the less growl emitted from the back of her throat, she saw him turn and look her way with wide white eyes and knew that all he would see was the slim flickering of a shadow following. Soon, the true fear would begin, for it was widely known that only one creature was this greatly blessed by Nocturnal and if her shadow incarnation chased you, your death was clearly written. He turned to focus on what was the exit of the cave, only to find a lovely Khajit maiden dressed in black amour with rare golden locks falling to her waist, blocking his way. He took the bait exactly as she wanted him to. The leader sneered at her, raking her body with a deadly lust filled glaze, to which she responded by crouching, her face almost contorted as she smiled a feral smile that iced over any man or woman's heart with absolute fear. She leapt at him tackling him to the floor, the leader let out a high pitched inhuman scream as he came face to face with the feral maw of the female Khajit. The last thing he saw were glowing emerald eyes as she stabbed him in the chest with her ice wraith dagger. She twisted it deep into his chest, a loud snarling noise emitting and continuing to emit from her throat. Her lip was curled up as she leaned down to inhale then man's essence, but she pulled back and shook herself refraining from doing something that could change her entire being. It was a risk that the gifts she had been blessed with from Nocturnal- there was always a price to pay. She could not get close to the victims she killed without being tempted to draw their essence, which was why she was a master archer. She lifted herself from the now dead necromancer and pulled up her hood and looked over to her mate.