Loriel blinked awake, her vision hazy. 'W-what? Where am I?'
She looked up, seeing a blonde Nord man, sitting across from her.
The Dunmer then realized that she was in a wagon, a prisoner of the Imperials.
'Gods-damned Imperials.' Loriel thought darkly.
"Oh, you're awake."
Turning her crimson glare up to the Nord in front of her, she curled her lip in disgust, revealing the sharp canine teeth.
"Hey..." The Nords blue gaze was suspicious, "Are you... A Vampire?"
The brown-haired man beside him looked panicked, staring at Loriel with wide, frightened eyes.
"What of it, Nord?" She spat, vemon laced in every word.
"Nothing." A muffled grunt caught the Dunmer woman's attention.
"And who the hell are you?"
"Watch it!" It was Blondie again, "You speak to Jarl Ulfric, rightful ruler of Skyrim."
"Tch. Like hell I care. You Nords can have your wars. I'll have no part in it, and no respect for either side."
"Quiet back there!" The guard driving the wagon decided to intervene.
For a few moments, it was silent, save for the wagon wheels turning, the horse trotting, and sounds of the surrounding forest.
"Where are you from, horse thief?"
"Will you shut the hell up?" Loriel glared up at the Nord sitting across from her, dark lips parted in a sneer.
"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home." Was his simple response.
"Tch."
"Rorikstead. I... I'm from Rorikstead." The horse thief finally sighed.
Glancing up, Loriel saw the town. With a sigh, she muttered, "We're at Helgen."
The blonde Nord, Ralof -at least, she guess that was his name, from his conversation with the horse thief from Rorikstead that she'd paid little attention to- looked mildly surprised.
They were quiet for a minute, as they rode into Helgen.
"I used to be sweet on a girl here. I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in."
"Ughhhh!" Loriel was fed up with Ralof -and that horse thief. "Just. Shut. Up. I haven't had any blood in a couple days, and I'm very tempted to just bite your neck right now and leave you on the side of the road as a blood-less corpse."
"And how do you plan to do that, Dunmer? Your hands are bound, like everyone else's."
Ralof could swear she hissed, like a cat, her fangs glinting.
"I don't know! But I swear to Aetherius, I'll find a way if you continue."
"Out of the cart, prisoners."
A/N: I have seen the Helgen scene so many times, I really don't want to write it. But let's just say this: Loriel's reaction when Alduin shows up will be like "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck A FUCKING DRAGON fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck but hey, I'm alive. For now. SHITTHEDRAGON'SRIGHTTHERE"
She tends to swear a lot.