Ah… I just wanted to thank my followers (and not followers) for reading! It makes me so happy that people actually like my story…


Chapter 11: Sossedov

Khazura woke to a clean bed, and candlelight amongst the room. She snuggled deeper into her sheets, until she realized that all the whelps were in bed too. Sighing with frustration, she got up to blow out the candles, and noticed her leather armor poking out from under her bed. Khazura pulled it all on, realizing sleep wouldn't become her now. She silently strung her bow onto her back, and equipped her dagger. She slid outside of the long hallway, and into the mead hall. It was dark, except for the dying embers of the hearth. Khazura left the mead hall, and shivered in the cold exterior.

"Cold…" She muttered.

The city was asleep, and nothing moved except for the occasional changing of the guard posts. Khazura avoided them all, and made her way down to the main gate. Because the regular guard posted there, Khazura had to be extremely careful to not have him notice her. She quickly opened the gate and ran as fast as she could out to the stables. She sped off to a large open space, large enough for a dragon to land with extra room. Khazura prepared herself, and called upon her knowledge of Shouts.

"Yol… Volbur… Lok!" She Shouted.

The name echoed across the open plain, and Khazura was sure some other dragon had heard it instead of Yolvolburlok. Khazura climbed up a tree and waited for something to happen. Her blood was exhausted from the Shout, and Khazura was surprised that it took so much energy for a name. While she was pondering this in her tree, winds swept up dead leaves and swirled them into the air. A roar reverberated in the sky, and Khazura watched a dragon shape hurtle towards her. Masser and Secunda were waning that night, so Khazura anxiously hoped the thin moonbeams would cast a glimmer of light onto the dragon's scales. The dragon had avoided the moons' lights, but as it grew closer, Khazura's heart settled. It was indeed Yolvolbur.

"Ah, good. I was hoping that would work." She chirped.

Yolvolbur circled around the plain, and descended gracefully. He eased into a comfortable position and curled his tail around his body.

"Drem Yol Lok, Malvokunkaaz. Hi lost braag zey." Yolvolburlok greeted her.

"Hi lost drehlaan dii for. Grin nex mii los sahlo, to. Vahr los tol, fahdon?" Khazura called from her tree.

"We can speak as the joore do, fellow dovah. I understand your tinvok well enough."

"Ah. I just feel that I must speak that way…" Khazura muttered.

"But yes, our bond will be weak. After all, we only shared blood last night. It hasn't been a full sun cycle."

"Do dovah normally share blood?" she questioned.

"No. Normally our word shall suffice, except for Alduin. He required us in the hatchling days of mortals to share blood and words. He was… careful. But it seems dragons can break free of him. I do not know why. It is supposed to be unbreakable."

"Well, I guess not." Khazura giggled. "We may have more dragons on our side than his!"

"I do not think so, Dovahkiin. It was rare for me to join your side. I still do not know why I did…" Yolvolbur rumbled.

"Yolvolbur, I want to feel the sky again. Let us fly together."

Khazura scrambled down her tree, and up into Yolvolbur's neck ridges. She fit inbetween his short neck spikes, and she sighed contently.

"Bo! Bo! Zu'u hind wah fraan ven nau dii viing!" Khazura shouted with glee.

"Geh, Malvokunkaaz. In time…"

He lifted his wings, and launched into the night sky. Khazura whooped with joy as the wind blew her hair and tail around in the air. Yolvolbur noticed her happiness and climbed higher in altitude increasing Khazura's euphoria.

"Higher! Higher!"

"No, Malvokunkaaz. Your joor body cannot handle it. Krosis. Apologies… Your sil wants to fly, but you cannot." Yolvolbur apologized.

"Where are we going?" Khazura shouted.

" Where ever- Hold on. I hear a voice, dovahsil. Do you hear it?"

Khazura strained to hear, and a voice was screaming at her. An arrow launched into flight, and pierced her arm. She screamed in pain, and Yolvolbur roared his anger. A red and black clad man was shooting volleys of arrows at her.

"Another assassin! Yolvolburlok, burn him!" Khazura screamed.

Yolvolbur flew low to the ground, and let out a stream of acrid fire that burned the assassin. A shriek came from the charred assassin. He continued to fire arrows at her, determined to bring her with him to the grave.

"If… I die… so will you!" The assassin made out.

Yolvolbur stopped midflight, hovering in the air, and a torrent of fire, stronger than before burst through his maw setting the assassin alight. This time, the assassin gave no vocalism as he died. He glared wrathfully at Khazura until the light in his eyes burned out.

Yolvolbur landed away from the burnt corpse. He warned Khazura not to go near, but Khazura jumped off anyways.

"Zu'u vahzah dovah! I fear no fire burnt mortal! Sithis has taken his soul already!" Khazura declared.

"And, how do you know Sithis is real?" a cool voice spoke.

Khazura spun around, and saw a dark bloodstained armored woman standing by the edge of the forested hills. A hand was imprinted on the pauldron on her shoulder, and was laced with darker leather. Her build was similar to that of a Bosmer, but a little taller than they normally were, almost like that of Taelin. An ebony bow pulsed with maroon, and black arrows were in the woman's quiver. A lengthy, serrated sword had the same make of red and black colors, and shivers ran up Khazura's spine.

"Who are you? And were you the one who warned me? You are armed to the teeth, why would you save me?" She questioned.

The strangely familiar woman laughed, "Oh, little Khazura. Surely you recognize me! I am only clad in different armor…"

Khazura's eyes widened, and she stuttered.

"T… Taelin? Is… no. You aren't… You can't… You were in Whiterun! I saw you!" She gasped.

"I am good in Illusion magic, Khazura. I am not ignorant. I saw this assassin crouching in the woods, while I was out hunting, and tried to warn you." Taelin said warmly.

"But… You're dressed weird. Why are you dressed like that if you were only hunting? And why use those… those weapons?"

"These are Daedric weapons. I… got them from the Oblivion Crisis, Khazura. I am over two hundred years old. I was almost a Daedric Prince, too… I am the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, as well as the Gray Fox. Well, I was all of those titles, once. I saved Cyrodiil… that was a lifetime ago. My full name is Taelashin, but I go by Taelin. I had a brother named Vyarl, but you know him as Sheogorath. He took on godhood instead of me. He didn't want that for me. He said I needed to go live my life, instead of fading away after all I had done. Funny, I guess. I see him all the time, and remember who he was, but he doesn't. At least, I don't think he does. It has been painful for me. My whole life has been painful. My love died, I went through the planes of Oblivion, and my Emperor died in front of me. I have seen things grown men would cry from. I once was told my blood would share the Dragon's and I see it now. You, Khazura. You are my blood, in a way."

Silence spread over the whole plain, not a sound heard accept for the occasional breath from Yolvolburlok. Khazura opened her mouth, and then shut it, gaping like a fish.

"I'm not related to you…" She squeaked.

"Well, technically no. I once met a dragon in hiding, not that you would know them, and, well… I was drunk, okay? And he bonded with me… I don't even know how I could, since I'm not Dragon blooded, but we did. I… had just lost my love, and he comforted me with words of kindness. His name was Bahrellokah. A strange name, even for a dovah. Anyways, he gifted me with the blood of the dragons, and I can Shout. I am not naturally gifted like you, but… I share the blood and so do you. I consider you my sister, and I guess that would count for the blood thing. I could be wrong though. The man who told me died several minutes after telling me." Taelin sighed.

"You… can Shout? But you are no Dovahkiin." Khazura said, shocked.

"I can Shout, and have sossedov, but I am no Dragonborn. No, I am a hybrid creature. Not human, not god, not dragon. I am a mixture. The gods must have laughed at me when they saw my future." Taelin muttered.

"Yolvolbur, how is this possible?"

"The sharing of blood is possible with no mortal. But, if you had the mark of a god already, or the mark of the Dread Father, you could live. I assume you are both, Fahliil… But you are not that. Your name is different… Your soul has claimed that of a dragon's! You are a dovah, but joor, at the same time. Have you dreamed of the winds of Monahven?" Yolvolbur asked.

"Geh. I understand the tinvaak of the dovah, friend."

"Yes… you have. Your name… it cannot be… Rekmalrah. You are a female dovah!"

"Geh."

"What am I? Just a female mortal, with a male dragon soul? That isn't fair!" Khazura whined.

Yolvolbur turned his head to her, and gazed at her. Wisps of orange embraced her, and a roar, different than Yolvolbur's came forth.

"No, you are a female dovah. I do not understand. This is impossible. You must speak to another dovah, more knowledgeable than I."

"We do not have wings, friend. You do though."

"But, you are the Hero of Kvatch? And the Champion of Cyrodiil?" Khazura asked meekly.

"Truly. And also I was the Listener… and the Gray Fox. Do… do you still trust me? I am a murderer and a thief, considered to others outside my family. Except, my family is dead. All but one… Sheogorath." Taelin whispered.

The Dragonborn and Hero of Kvatch clambered gracefully onto Yolvolbur's back, and lifted into the air. Yolvolbur flew with urgency, ascending into the sky, hoping if seen to be mistaken for a small bird, while maintaining a height that had enough air for the two on his back. Half an hour passed, and the trio was cresting a small craggy mountain and Yolvolbur landed on a large ledge with a gigantic hole gaping in the side. It was almost invisible from the side, and could only be seen from the air.

"We shall rest here. It is early morning, and you are fatigued. I have animal pelts you can sleep on. I shall sleep in the center, and it will become quite cold for you, I believe. You may curl up under my wings, my friends. I am naturally warmer than your bodies. Sleep now, children of the sky. Rest, and join me in the sky tomorrow." Yolvolbur said, inclining his head.

The Khajiit and Bosmer searched the large cavern for animal pelts, and found soft deer furs, rabbit, and sabre cat. They piled them in a large heap in a dip in the rocky ground next to Yolvolbur. He was already asleep, large whooshes of air flowing out of his mouth. The women curled up next to him and fell into warm bliss.


Khazura woke that morning, feeling strangely different. A stag horned man stood in front of her, a large grin plastered on his face.

"Wake up, little dragon! Well, you're not so little anymore… Look at yourself! A beautiful sight, dear! A combination of power let you take this form, from ol' Sheo, Molag Bal, Nocturnal, and of course, me! Oh, and Taelashin is like this too, dear." Hircine giggled.

Khazura cocked her head, and found it strangely heavier. Her eyes focused on her tail, which was plated in scales and tipped in a sword-like formation.

"What in Oblivion!?" Khazura cursed.

"Oh, yes dear. You are a dragon now. A true dovah… And, quite female. You better not let Molag Bal see you, little dragon. You can be one at will, whenever you want. This may seem like a dream, but it isn't. You are a winged beauty. Ah, dark grey scales, with white wings streaked with ebony black. Gorgeous! Oh, the Divines must be laughing now. You are much different than any other dragon out there, aside from you being a girl. You are more cat-like than they are. But, of course, only dragons will be able to see that difference. Be careful with your power dear! You're young!" Hircine laughed, fading back into Oblivion.

"What in all of the planes of Oblivion! I'm... I'm a dovah!" Khazura shrieked.

"Taelin! Taelin wake up!"

A pale winged dragon stirred from its sleep, raising a pale golden head. It yawned, and sighed, tucking its head back under its wing. Taelin, Khazura assumed, was this dragon, and she nudged her again. Taelin growled at her, and tucked her wings closer to her body. She had slender, slightly curved horns that were the color of rich cream, not white, but not peach. Khazura wondered what her horns were like, and sighed. She shuffled back towards Yolvolbur, who was asleep, and head butted him as hard as she could. He woke with a roar, and Taelin woke up in a flash.

"What is it? Wait... who are you? What have you done with my mortal keeps?" Yolvolbur roared at Khazura.

"Well, I didn't know I was that terrifying to you, Yolvolbur." Khazura laughed.

"What? You are a dovah! Malvokunkaaz, you are... magnificent! You have shadow colored scales, silver-gray horns, and black streaks on your wings, like I do. Also, your wing membranes are white... I have never seen such a slender tail! It will be very good for you!" Yolvolbur marveled.

Taelin gawked at her, her jaws hanging wide open. Her mouth snap shut, and she noticed she was quite different as well.

"You too? How are you now dovah?" Yolvolbur gasped.

"What do I look like?" Taelin demanded.

"You are pale gold, with cream horns, white wings, with even whiter swirls on them. You are beautiful as well! You both have such skinny tails, but powerful bodies! And you are only just a bit smaller than us males are..."

"Hmm."

"Hircine, Molag Bal, Nocturnal, and Sheogorath did this. I do not know why, but they did." Khazura informed them.

"Let us fly!" Taelin said with glee.

"Wait! I'm hungry!"


Short chapter! Sorry… how do you like this, huh? Khazura won't use it that often… or will she? Well, if you don't like, R&R. Was this too early? Should she have killed more dragons first? Too bad! It's written!

"Hi lost braag zey." = You have called me.

"Hi lost drehlaan dii for. Grin nex mii los sahlo, to. Vahr los tol, fahdon?" = You have come. The bond between us is weak, though. Why is that?

"Bo! Bo! Zu'u hind wah fraan ven nau dii viing!" = Fly! Fly! I want to feel the wind on my wings!

Vahzah= True

Geh= Yes