When Kyra came too she found herself shifting with her horse as it continued to walk. Slowly, she sat up, one hand pressed on her forehead and the other on the horse's neck to keep her stable. Her world seemed to spin and her head pounded. She blinked and looked around. It was night time, the moon hovering over her in a beautiful crescent. In front of her a traveler was riding their horse towards her, and just past them, Riften.

"Excuse me?"

The traveler stopped their horse to listen, "Yes?"

"Can I ask what day it is?"

Suddenly their eyes went wide, almost as if they were petrified of what was before them. " Please, please don't hurt me."

Kyra rose a brow.

" It's Sundas. I swear! Just don't bite me!"

Kyra watched as they urged their horse into a gallop. Bite them? Why would I bite them?

Memories flashed through her head of her previous fight. Quickly she raised her hand to her mouth, running her fingers over her teeth. A pain struck her finger, making her wince. When she pulled away blood began to trickle down her finger. No, no, no. This couldn't be possible. Her heart began to race. She needed help, and quickly.

Kyra pulled her mask up over her nose, hiding her mouth. As Riften grew closer she wondered just who she could go to. Vex would only give her a hard time saying that the tales had put thoughts into her head. Meanwhile Delvin would argue and start a ruckus. At that point the whole guild would know. She tightened her hands on the reins and squared her shoulders.

"Have a nice ride?"

Kyra couldn't bring herself to look at the stable worker as she got off her horse.

" Yes, as always." She paused, adjusting her mask."Would you mind if I payed you back in a few days. I'm in a hurry, some matters came up and needed to be tended to."
" You haven't failed yet, so of course. Hope all is well."

Me too, she thought as she walked through the gate, me too.

She had found Brynjolf drinking in the Ragged Flagon. Luckily most of the men were out on jobs or in the cistern sleeping, so not much attention would be drawn to her if she played her cards right. Kyra subconsciously pulled her hood further down out of fear that someone could see right through her. Brynjolf had been casually enjoying his drink when she grabbed his armor on his shoulder and pulled him away, leaving him to slightly stumble. People would just assume they had gotten into a fight. Right now her urgency over ran her sense of composure.

When they stepped out of the cistern and into the rat ways she let go. Brynjolf readjusted his clothes.

" What in the world lass? Next time just tell me you need to talk-"

He stopped when he saw her state. Her hood covered her face and her head was tilted down. What in blazes was wrong with her?

" Lass? Talk to me."

He reached his hand out, gently pulling her hood back acting like she was animal that would dart at any moment. She finally looked up, letting him push back her hood completely. His heart raced. Her gorgeous blue eyes had gone gold. Much like a septum.

His voice hardened, " Kyra what happened?"

She took a shaky breath, biting her lip and exposing the small fangs that taken place of her eye teeth. It was then he grabbed her by the wrist and started heading towards Honeyside, leaving her to scramble to pull her hood back up with her freehand. Whatever happened, it could not be what it feared. The fangs were just an illusion. Her eye color was just from the light from the torches. The next time he looked at her she would be back to normal and all would be fine. He wouldn't allow for anything else.