Chapter 15. Lost in an Ashstorm
A/n: 1 more chapter 'till Larka!
Vvardenfell had kept a steady pace, heading straight and turning rarely. Skooma had woken up and was smelling the heather and black anther plants, jumping up suddenly and running around in circles, all the while managing to keep up with Vvardenfell's fast pace.
As they came to a cliff they saw below themselves, a long, barren, and rocky land. Dotting vast expanses of land were large lava pools, and in some risen areas muck was lying and bubbling in pools from deep within the ground. The rare shrubbage was raw and dry, with hardly enough nutrients to hold Skooma off.
Vvardenfell repositioned her pack and looked down at Skooma.
"Skooma don't like ugly, icky place. Skooma want stay in field with pretty flowers." Skooma said, cowering between Vvardenfell's legs.
"It's alright Skooma, I'll protect you. Maybe you can play her…" She stopped abrubtly and stepped back, looking to be sure that Skooma was with her.
An extremely thick ash storm had blown up in front of her, acting as a giant wall looming in front of her face. It never once touched the grass as it only stayed on the dry desert-land.
"Skooma no like!" he shrieked. He had walked up and stuck his nose into the storm. Falling back he had been frightened by the thousands of ash-particles blowing harshly against his tender face. Vvardenfell picked up Skooma and wrapped him in her robe.
"It's going to be alright Skooma. We have to get through, there's a place I have to get to on the other side. Don't worry." She said kindly to him.
"Skooma go. Skooma like friend girl. She help Skooma, Skooma need help her! Explore Skooma enjoy. Skooma like life on wild!" Skooma said triumphantly, clasping his mouth's pinchers together to make a clapping noise.
"Lets go, I want to get trough this before it gets worse." Vvardenfell said, taking a deep breath.
As she walked in she had to plant her feet on the ground to try not to get blown away. She had absolutely no idea where she was or where she was going. She saw a shadow move by her, barley visible behind the thick barrier of dust particles. She cast her dagger with her one free hand. Not bothering to set Skooma down she prepared for a fight.
She felt something grab her from behind. She turned and saw a winged twilight holding onto her. With one quick motion she slashed off one of it's hands. She heard a shriek that was unfamiliar to her, and saw the daedra with the missing hand lunging at her. She had barely enough time to dodge it and slit open one of it's wings. The creature cried out and flew off as best it could, leaving Vvardenfell with no idea whatsoever as to which direction she was heading.
She held Skooma close as she decided to walk straight. Twice she ran into a rock along the way, and once she tripped over a disfigured trauma root, and tried yet failed to not fall on Skooma. Now Skooma was complaining of a hurt leg.
She cradled Skooma close, as she saw the storm clearing up ahead. She began to run toward it and before she knew what was happening found herself shielding her eyes from a hot midday sun.
A/n; Maybe I should make you guys wait until I update again, just to see you guys graveling at my feet. Nah, Silver, you must be excited and I've kept you people waiting so I guess I'll update ASAP. Till then pppppllllleeeeeaaaaasssseeeee rrrreeeviiiiiiieeewwww!