Chapter 8
A/n: Been getting quite a few flames recently, but whatever. If someone want to be immature about someone elses writing, be my guest, it merely proves they have no life.
Anywho, sorry about not updating guys, seriously, tell me what you want in the story.
Waking up the next morning, Vvardenfell felt a panging in her head that she had never felt before. And no, it wasn't a hangover. She got up and opened her bediside drawer. Inside was her pendant, its soft glow pulsing in her fingers. She smiled at the warmth of its glow. Slipping it around her neck and getting dressed, she smiled even broader at the sight of Ryan lying in the sofa next to her bed.
"Welcome to the morning." He said, smiling. "You've slept in." Vvardenfell gasped. She hurried to the window and pulled it open. The noonday sun poured into the room, making her squint and her eyes water.
"Crap!" She said, pulling on her traveling cloak and scooping a still sleeping Skooma into her arms.
She bolted from the room, Ryan close behind her.
"Oh, " She said, stopping suddenly. "Here." She handed her green bladed sword back to Ryan.
Ryan looked at her for a moment, then smiled, knowing what she was about to do. Vvardenfelol dissapeared into a storage room, and shortly thereafter there was a bright flash of light. She emerged, golden skinned and fair haired, large wings protruding form her back and glistening fangs from her mouth. She smiled a pure white (and not altogether creepy) smile.
"Skooma." She said. "Show me the way."
The mudcrab squirmed, blinked once, and looked up at her.
"Friend girl why change creepy monster thing. Skooma no like." He opened his mouth in a wide yawn.
"Because, Skooma, we can make a three day journey in less than half of one."
She said, her voice once more tinted with the rasp of the Deadra.
As Vvardenfell stepped outside, she was greeted be an altogether impressed Larka.
"Nice." She said, raising her eyebrows. "How come noone told me you were some sort of Daedra Demi-god?"
"We tried, Larka." Said Ryan, putting a hand on Vvardi's shoulder. "But you nearly drank a keg of ale last night. It took three bartenders to carry you upstairs."
Vvardenfell stood still as Larka and Ryan debated on how to be carried by her.
"The tail!" Said Larka.
"No! The legs!" Said Ryan.
"No more talk!" Said Skooma.
"SHUT UP!" Said Vvardenfell.
She handed the Amulet to Ryan
"Just watch." She said to Larka.
"Ilinio Markao Haydeth Indulen!" She said, the amulet glowing until the glow surrounded Ryan.
Larka suppresed laughter. Standing where Ryan had been was a green form of winged twilight. Only a male form.
"Your turn." Vvardenfell said, doing the same to Llarka. Larka was now a black winged one.
Cradeling Skooma in her arms, Vvardenfell spread out her wings and pumped them proudly.
"When will this wear off?" Ryan asked.
"When it needs to." Said Vvardenfell.
"Oh crap." Larka said, she was looking in the direction of two young guards, who had their crossbows notched, though they were shaking with fright.
"They werent supposed to see that..." Said Vvardenfell. "Lets go!" With one proud ave of her winged she soared in the sky, forcing back a small and nervous smile seeing the slight dificulties Ryan and Larka had with flying. Speeding through the air, the two bolts flew inches past Vvardi's head. They had made it, barely.