A/N: I'm back againnnn! Hopefully a bit faster than last time, but my plot bunnies have been driving me mad and distracting me with small paragraphs that could be in other chapters! (Threatens bunnies with a vaccum) Grrsies. Evil little things. Anyhow! I did a few strange things in this chapter that I REALLY hope you all like. :s Leave feedback on your thoughs, I'm realllyyyy not too confident in this chapter. (Sigh) u.u

Lvl34potato: Yes yes! I was in New York with nothing but time and bunnies. Teehee. You can thank Jerry for that story prompt with the bunny Ulfric xD And awwh! A kitten! Is it yours? I love animals. Thank you for yet another lovely review! :3

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Katschaba: I'm glad you enjoyed it! Haha, I couldn't help it xD As soon as Jerry said 'Wabbajack' I thought bunny. It was just too tempting. Thank you for the review!

Mrsmiawallace88: Teehee! I'm so glad you liked the lovin'! I really was nervous about it. :s Haha… I must admit I wish I was her too (Star struck eyes) Thanks for leaving your thoughts!

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit off anything I'm writing. However Koudelka is mine and you may not use or take her for your leisure. Thank you! This is getting sooo annoying to put. You guys get it by now, right? Right.

Important Notes for this Chapter:

Uh, there was probably one somewhere I just forgot to number, maybe not. Basically just a few new ideas and thoughts on characters I'm kinda unsure about. I mean, I love the idea, but it's up to you guys.

Chapter Three-Word Prompts:

1: Beast

2: Shadowmere

3: Relics

Chapter Rating: K+. It has some mentions of sexual situations, some blood. Nothing too bad.

Enjoy my little darlings!

Ulfric knew there was something off about Koudelka since she had returned from Whiterun. The woman had been tense and anxious, eyes darting to almost every sound and movement. When they had retired for the night their lovemaking had been extremely rough, a near constant battle for dominance that he had ultimately conquered.

His brows furrowed as he looked towards the woman's tensed form that was unusually secluded on the other side of the bed. Koudelka could practically feel his stare as she tried to suppress her shudders, confused and scared as the beast within her snarled. A large hand was placed upon the woman's shoulder in both comfort and confusion when her body flinched and jolted from a large snap in the hearth.

She needed to get away.

The Jarl watched in surprise as the eerily graceful assassin practically stumbled out of bed, grabbing his discarded white shirt.

"Kou?" He half expected her to throw it at him, or something to express her distress or anger, which he assumed was directed at him from her behavior. However, he did not expect the woman to slip his shirt on and head towards the door.

"Koudelka!"

He quickly leapt out of his bed, snagging his previously absent pants off of the wooden step of the platform his bed was raised on. The man barely laced them up before he was pursuing the off balance woman.

Koudelka was pushing the door to the strategy room open; struggling like the door itself weighed the same as a large horse. The man prayed to the gods only Galmar was in there.

"Love, you cannot go out there!" Ulfric pleaded in a fruitless whisper, skipping the last four stairs to the door just as she stepped out into the room.

"Hah! You don't know the slightest thing about war, Jorleif my young friend! Stick to minding Ulfric's paperwork, eh?"

The older General's laugh was cut short as Koudelka stumbled in wearing nothing aside from his leader's much oversized shirt on her body. The Stone-Fist stared for a moment with his mouth half open before he practically throwing himself at the door to the short hallway that was separating the throne room from their current room, cutting Jorleif off mid-scolding by shutting it in his face.

Koudelka leaned heavily against the wall by the door she just came through, panting. "Are you mad, woman?!" Galmar questioned in a harsh whisper, eyes moving up to Ulfric as he burst inside the room after the assassin.

"Ulfric, how bad can you be to make her run like that?" He half jested confused as to what in the name of the Divines was going on. The woman slid down the wall onto her knees, whimpering and leaning forward while pressing a hand against her chest in pain. The Jarl kneeled in front of her quickly and pressed his lips to her forehead, withdrawing in shock at the sheer heat rolling off the assassin. He cupped her face to show he was there, she looked as though she wasn't focused enough to see.

"Love, what's happening? What's wrong with you?" Ulfric questioned her in complete concern, brushing her cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. "Koudelka, are you sick? Did a spell hit you? Tell me anything you can, let me help you." The two men in the room were surprised as a feral snarl slipped past her lips before she gasped and bit down on her lower lip harshly.

"I-it hu… hurts. I need… to," a pained gasp left her mouth, "get away… from people. Ulfric, please…" The woman whimpered. Ulfric looked back at Galmar before slipping his arm on Koudelka's trembling back, leaning her against his chest before slipping his other arm under her knees to easily lift the woman. He turned to Galmar and walked to the table at the left side of the room.

The younger man nodded towards his furs he had discarded earlier in the night he went to drink with the Stone-Fist. "Galmar, wrap her up quickly." The Jarl offered a strained smile in thanks as the older man set to his given task. Ulfric sat and settled the assassin in his lap while Galmar wrapped her. He hurriedly tugged on a pair on fur boots.

"Ulfric, what's going on with her?" The elder man questioned, concerned for the shaking and feverish woman. The man in question rose to stand and shook his head, walking towards the door with Koudelka in his arms.

"I'm honestly not sure, Galmar." He kicked the door open with a hurried pace while thanking Talos Jorleif abandoned his conquest of arguing with Galmar, doing his best not to jostle the woman in his arms, while she, unbeknownst to him, struggled to contain her insane Beast.

Shadowmere flared his nostrils and huffed as the strong scent of werewolf caught his attention, moving from his stall to trot up the bridge to the city. He increased his pace to a canter when the Deadric horse saw the pair of Nords. Ulfric could tell the beast in front of him was desperately trying to communicate to his near unresponsive master. His eyes switched to Ulfric.

"What's caused this? Her Beast Blood is much more potent than it's ever been. She's fighting the change, but she's in masses of pain." The man's brows furrowed and he placed the assassin sidesaddle on the dark horse's shoulders, in front of the saddle.

"I'm aware you don't particularly allow others onto your back aside her, but this is urgent." Ulfric mounted the uneasy beast smoothly and settled softly. He pulled Koudelka to lean against him for support.

"She told me we need to get her away from people; take Dunmeth Pass to the water." Shadowmere begrudgingly accepted both the new weight and the instructions given to him, quickly departing from the bridge.

Ulfric dismounted the horse and gently lifted the woman down with him. "Now what, darling?" She took a shaky breath.

"Put me down and get away from me." She practically snarled, a growl lurking in her voice. Ulfric glanced down at her, hesitantly setting her upon the snow covered grown, stepping back to stand next to Shadowmere. The horse glanced towards him.

"Don't move, but don't be afraid."

What happened next shocked the Jarl.

The woman before him changed completely. Her body elongated and morphed, the sounds of bones stretching and cracking filled the crisp night air. In a sudden surge of shifting, a full sized wolf laid panting heavily on the ground. Sandy fur coated her and her chest heaved with every breath.

Ulfric knew the woman was a werewolf, although he'd never seen her change. However, Ulfric did know that werewolves did not shift into a full wolf. He turned his head to Shadowmere, his eyes not leaving the exhausted form before him.

"What's happened to her? Has she always turned that way?" The horse answered in the negative, but supplied him with a theory.

"No, never. I've never heard of this happening in any lands, and I've been around for centuries... However," the horse took a few steps towards the heaving creature, "we did a few strange quests with the person who shared the gift of the Blood with my Rider."

The man looked towards the horse curiously, waiting for him to continue. The black horse pressed his snout to the wolf's face, and she shakily started to stand.

The wolf was slightly taller and broader than Shadowmere himself, and powerful muscles were visible under her course fur. The horse backed up to give her a few feet of breathing room. The wolf threw an abnormally bright emerald glance to the man before abruptly turning 180 degrees and dashing off into the woods. Ulfric stared after her in shock. He quickly ran to the tree line before looking back at the departing horse.

"What sorts of items? Should we follow her?" The horse was headed down to the icy waters, turning back to look at the man.

"She'll return to you when she's ready. I'm going back to my realm to find out more about this… curiosity. We gathered totems of Hircine with a woman named Aela." With that, the horse proceeded into the water, the liquid turning an inky black around the beast until he was gone.

The man stared for a while into the forest where Koudelka had disappeared before walking to retrieve his abandoned furs. The night air had begun to bite into his bare flesh harshly, but he barely registered it the entire ride, his mind was too focused on Koudelka. He draped the furs around his shoulders and turned to walk back to Windhelm.

She would return when she was ready.

Koudelka barreled through the forest, pure energy coursing through her new body. Her mind was foggy, almost completely overtaken by animalistic instincts as she plowed into a clearing. She came to an abrupt halt and perked her sensitive ears up. Her head cocked to the side while emerald eyes set themselves on an oddly lone mammoth in the middle of the clearing.

Before her human mind could register a plan, she was shooting across the field to sink her teeth into the animal's thick leg. She could hear the sound of its humorous splintering under the vice of her jaw. The mammoth snorted angrily and sent her flying off his leg with a well-aimed tusk to her side.

As soon as her four paws hit the ground she was on another offensive strike to the beast in front of her. Koudelka leapt with her lips drawn back in a vicious snarl, sinking her piercing teeth deeply into the animal's jugular. The wolf heard the mammal's fractured humorous snap as the animal put its sizable weight on the injured limb in an attempt to throw her off.

The beast let out a bellow of pain as its leg collapsed out from under it, his large body swiftly following suit.

Koudelka wasted no time in bracing her large paws on either side of the animal's throat where her teeth were buried. She tore the flesh out and ended the giant beast's suffering.

The werewolf's head cleared after the kill, the thrill and drive dying down with the blood coating her once white canines. 'That was worse than my first change…' The woman slowly started examining her body, taking note of multiple new things. First she noticed she had full conscious control over herself. There was no beast in the recesses of her mind snarling for blood and murder. It was as if she simply was the wolf.

The second thing she took note of was that she had no subconscious trickle of time until her form reverted back to human. 'Can I change on my own freewill?' She wanted to test this theory badly. Koudelka shifted nervously and let out a small whine, closing her eyes to concentrate on a full reversion to her human form.

The wolf felt her bones retracting and morphing, her fur started thinning out until it was just back to the hair on her head. She gasped heavily, kneeling on the ground before remembering with dread that in her rush, she didn't bring clothing. A giant wolf striding into Windhelm in the dead of night wouldn't go so well…

"My my. Dearest Rider, you've gotten yourself into quite the predicament, hm?" The blonde woman whipped her head around to examine the all too familiar voice that wasn't just an echo in her head, but an actual sound in her ears.

A tall man garbed in a simple black shirt with a pair of black pants and riding boots stood before her, a hooded cloak draped around his shoulders. Soft tendrils of his raven hair fell into his face, while playful crimson irises practically glowed through the thin strands.

"S-Shadow?" Koudelka questioned, canting her head in curiosity. "How are you human?"

The Deadric creature simply laughed with a teasing and cunning smile. Devilish. "My dear, I have many forms. I returned to my realm to… investigate those totems, which by the way are in fact the cause of your new form."

The man took his cloak off, bending to drape it around Koudelka's shoulders before helping her to stand. "Well… Gods, what's your true name?" The once-horse chuckled and easily lifted the Dragonborn into his arms.

"Little one, I have no true name! You may continue to address me as Shadowmere if you so wish." She put up a rather amusing struggle as her cheeks colored in embarrassment.

"You don't have to carry me all the way to Windhelm, Shadow! I can walk." His brow perked in amused confusion.

"It would be faster, I'm sure your new discovery has exhausted you. Plus," his mischievous smirk came back, "you are still my Rider, and I, your steed." She pouted and huffed.

The trip back to Windhelm was filled with playful teasing after an extensive explanation on how the totems cursed (or gifted, depending on how you looked at it) her.

Once they passed the doors of the snowy city however, it was as if all eyes were on them. Koudelka shifted in Shadowmere's arms uneasily, wishing she had her cowl to hide under. The Deadric being, who was previously throwing terrifyingly murderous glares to frighten anyone who looked at them, seemed to sense her discomfort. He shifted her weight to one arm and tugged the cloak's hood over her head protectively.

Needless to say, the immediate reaction of Ulfric seeing a strange man cradling his lover brought a mischievous grin to both herself and the Deadric holding her.

A fire was quickly sparked in evergreen eyes, the man furiously stalking to Shadowmere in a way that almost made him feel threatened.

Almost.

Ulfric's venomous glare didn't lessen as he gently but swiftly stole Koudelka out of the stranger's arms. She crossed her arms and huffed.

"I swear to Talos if I wasn't so sore I'd beat you both silly for carrying me like I was helpless." Ulfric sighed through his nose and set the woman on her feet, keeping her against him with a strong arm around her waist. She didn't mind. He grunted when the assassin jabbed his ribs, looking down at her with an expression that clearly read 'What?'

"Would you stop your glaring?! That's Shadowmere. He came back like that because horses mysteriously can't write." The man looked up at the Deadric, who canted his head with a charming smile.

"It would seem we meet on equal ground Ulfric! I must say, it is quite unfortunate I'm no longer taller than you in this form." He sighed melodramatically. "It was rather amusing to look down on the great Rebellion Leader." His crimson gaze playfully fell upon Koudelka, who just slipped her hood off.

"However, I can still look down upon the short, tiny, little Dragonborn." Ulfric pressed a hand to his face as the woman processed the words. She let out a growl of rage.

"FUS RO mmph!" The Nord male quickly clamped his hand over her mouth before she could finish the shout, tightening his grip on the flailing woman's waist.

So much for her being sore.

"Could we please avoid putting a hole in my palace walls?!" He pleaded in an exasperated manner, wincing as she bit his hand lightly(for her) in revengeful agreement. He let her mouth go.

"Well," interrupted Shadowmere, finally containing his laughs of playfully sadistic merriment, "I'll be off for the night." He flashed a fanged smile before turning on his heel. The two could only assume he was off to hunt.

"Be back by tomorrow! I want to go have a word, or fifty, with Aela!" Her request was acknowledged with a salute before the large door shut behind the raven haired man.

Ulfric smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of the woman's head before sweeping her off her feet in one smooth motion to take her back up to their room. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck happily.

"So, when you placed all the totems on their altars, it essentially gave you the ultimate wolf spirit?" Ulfric quested, absentmindedly stroking the woman's hair. She snuggled against the older man more, tucking her head under his chin. She was exhausted.

"Mhmm… Although it'll be a huge advantage… I'm sure… Aela meant it," she yawned lightly, nuzzling his neck, "to be for her!" She ended the sentence with sleepy enthusiasm as if finishing that sentence was a huge accomplishment. Ulfric chuckled.

"Go to sleep, lovely." He murmured. He could get a better explanation out of her tomorrow.

He was almost positive she was asleep before he finished the sentence.

Teehee... Like I said, really nervous about this chapter. Like should I keep Shadowmere's human form a normal thing? Like he can revert to and from whenever he wants? And Koudelka's wolf form? Please lemme know in reviews! Even the silent followers please D: I dunno about this stuffie. I may come up with a name for Shadow in his human form if it's a common occurrence.

On a side note! I may post another chapter today or tomorrow, it's just a really short drabble snippet thing, seriously. Like 100 words(Unless I get lost while typing it up). But it's a serious chapter.

See you sweeties next time! Bye!