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Elymi puffed out a breath, panting softly as she sat on a broken piece of wall. Shea'Rin fell to the ground, grinning from the adrenaline flooding her veins and the soft yells of rage echoing to them.
"I'll get you, murderers!" "Your end will be at my hand!"
The dunmer looked around at where they had stopped. An alcove of sorts, branched off from a room with stairs leading into it. It's entrance was crumbling under its own weight and the broken pillar was one of the four columns that would have supported the ceiling. Elymi looked up. Lovely. Ceiling is falling apart.
"Hey, elf, that guard is going to get here soon and we need a way out." The khajiit was looking around the room as she spoke, keen eyes peering for any cracks in the walls that they can slip through, aside from the failing doorway. We may be able to collapse the ceiling but that might take too long.
Dawn is here, daughter.
What? Dawn is- Elymi realised where they were. She looked closely at the doorway and almost gasped with her realisation. "Shea'Rin, that dead-end alcove is no dead-end." The cat gave a confused mewl but followed the elf out into the other room and into the alcove they had previously written off.
Come on. There should be something here. "What is it we're looking for, Elymi?" "The emperor was killed down here by the Mythic Dawn. We've been following the tunnels and haven't seen any off-shoots aside from this and the other room." Shea'Rin quickly caught on. "So there is a hidden passage in this room?" "Should be."
The assassins quickly looked in each groove in the wall, in the small corner that stopped the room being square and in the single alcove but couldn't find anything that gave them a clue to a hidden door. "This may just be useless, Elymi." "Sister, we must have faith." The khajiit hissed slightly, ears flattening.
The mer turned and narrowed her eyes, glaring at the shadow at the top of the stairs.
Nieve stood, huffing and puffing, his armour having been shed for speed, sweat dripped off him. "I... have you... now! Murderers!" His words were punctured by pants for air and Elymi smirked. "Really? You have us when you are so close to falling over." She walked over to him and he tensed his body, ready to defend himself. "You can barely stand."
She looked over his legs, shaking and trembling, his stomach twitched under his shirt and his arms shook, his neck's tendons were very visible. "You're barely standing, aren't you Nieve?" She watched his eyes dull down and he nodded, glanced at her eyes and looked down. "I can't feel my feet, they hurt that much."
Elymi smiled and patted his shoulder. "Then let us go." She nearly yelped when he grabbed her hand, twisted it and grabbed her neck in a tight hold. "Idiotic elf. You let your guard down." Elymi gasped for breath, quickly failing as the hand around her throat tightened. "So did you."
The pressure was relieved quickly and Elymi stumbled forward and down the stairs, panting greedily for air. Shea'Rin growled, her blade held fast in the side of Nieve's neck as he scrabbled to grasp his slipping life.
The man fell, arm and head hanging off the top step, his blood flowing down it like a river, interrupted with waterfalls. Both the mer and khajiit watched the blood, Elymi stepping away when it pooled near her boots. "It's beautiful." "Worthy of our Dread Father." The elf looked at the alcove and slipped her hands into her pockets. "Come on. We have to go."
They began searching the room they had been in before Nieve caught up with them, with more earnest and scrutiny. "Elymi, here." Shea'Rin pressed a brick in the wall and the alcove opened, allowing them passage. They both sighed softly in delight at the smell of fresh air. The mer stepped through, not looking behind her to see if the khajiit was following.
There were few creatures in the few halls and turns that lead to a grate that sunlight spilled through. Shea'Rin... Elymi turned to see the khajiit standing in her shadow, her arms close to her body, tail curled around her leg. "Are you okay?" "Yes... no." The elf peered close at the cat's eyes. "How long has it been since you fed?"
The khajiit seemed uncomfortable. "No. I won't let you-" "You have no choice." Silence was pregnant between them until Shea'Rin sighed and spoke softly. "Five days." Too long. Elymi sighed softly and reached up, unbuckled the neck of her armour and let it fall open. She smoothed her hair back and bared her neck, meeting her companion's eyes. The khajiit's eyes dilated at the sight of a neck presented to her.
"Are you certain this is what you want to do?" "Yes." "You know that I may very well kill you?" "I would have no regret at giving my life to a Sister and kneeling by Sithis." Shea'Rin peered between Elymi's eyes and her neck then stepped over, pressing her body close to hers. The cat encircled the elf in her arms and gently nuzzled her neck, greedily scenting the warm blood flowing under the skin.
Elymi wrapped her arms around the khajiit, shuddering slightly as her neck was licked. She felt the teeth rub across her skin, the moist breath flow over it then gasped. Unholy Mother keep me. She tightened her hold around the khajiit, gripping the buckles on her back tightly.
It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She could feel the fangs deep in her neck, the tongue lapping at the blood that flowed out and the deep rumbling of the cat's purring. Gross gross gross. She was squimish because of the feeling of the fangs, being hollow, sucking blood out of her.
She blinked away the fog from her mind but it returned quickly, her fingers were weak, unable to keep their hold on the armour. Not good. "Shea... stop..." The elf surprised herself with her ability to speak and nearly sighed with relief when the fangs withdrew from her, a lick across her skin to assist the healing of the wound.
Shea'Rin kept a firm hold on the elf who felt herself grow dizzy. "I'm sorry, Ely-" "No. It's fine." Placing a hand on her head, Elymi took a few deep breaths of the cool air. "I just wish the room would stop spinning." The khajiit grinned and knelt down, pulling the elf with her. "Sit. Rest." The mer nodded, glad that the lower altitude had made her world stop spinning. "Thank you." "No, Sister, thank you."
Elymi smiled and scooted to the wall, a few feet away from her. Shea'Rin followed and purred at the sunlight heating her fur. "You're really a dark blue?" "No. I'm pure black. The blue is just how I look in some light." She grinned, her face having filled out and looked softer, younger. The elf smiled and yawned, closing her eyes. She barely caught what the khajiit had spoken to her.
"I shall guard your life, Ely. For you saved mine."
:3 Hope you liked.
And I have good news. Guess who is going to make a comeback with a friend in the next two chapters!
No, you have to guess. :P
I feel like asking for someone to draw fanart but I feel rude so I'm just going to say: Up to you! :D
(As long as I get a mention cause, you know, it's my fanfiction. :P)
PS: Fanart would be used as cover image, credit given to the one who made it.
Also, link me the fanart if you do make one.