By the way, Morvan's armor, is a mod for the PC. It's Bosmer Plain armor. You just have to imagine Caillech's. I honestly got her armor from the ESO cinematic "The Arrival" trailer. That Bosmer gal with the awesome green magic. Yeah, I stole her armor.

This chapter will be longer than the last two, I have jipped you guys from lengthy chapters for long enough!

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The wood panels creaked beneath Caillech's boots as she paced back and forth. She had been locked within the walls of Jorrvasker for almost a fortnight now, she was anxious to get out and stretch her legs. If only Kodlak would let her. She had taken to locking herself into the spare bedroom off of the main mead hall, for hours at a time. The large double bed had had taken most of her rage. The four posts were covered in claw marks and the legs were gnawed and chewed. The emerald green blankets were torn and feathers lay scattered about the room from the anihilated pillows. If they were going to keep her locked up like an animal, she was going to behave like one.

Caillech colapsed face first onto the bed, sending plush white feathers flying into the air. She was so bored. Serana had left a few days before, she missed her mother and had departed for her old home, Castle Volkihar. She had promised to send word when to let Caillech know she had arrived safely. Castle Volkihar always seemed to make Caillech feel uneasy, it was the perfect roost for mellenia old vampire coven, but it was too dark for her liking. She didn't like the fact that there were no windows within the castle, and being unable to see the sky always made her feel trapped.

Curling into a ball, Caillech burried herself into her dishevled nest of torn blankets and cloth. The rest of the room besides the double bed, was untouched. Tilma slept in this room, and Caillech was fond of the old Nord woman. She tried to keep eveything else in proper order for her. Tilma had a hard enough time cleaning up after every one else in Jorrvasker without tiding up her own room that she was sharing with a trapped werewolf.

Caillech glanced up at the small window at the top of the wall, the silver light of the full moon was trickling in through the dingy glass, lighting the room with a blue light. Stretching her aching muscles, Caillech rolled onto her back, and covered her face with her arms. She was itching to get out of this damn mead hall and run. Her wolf side was pacing back and forth aggitatedly, baring her teeth and growling, irritated with every one within the building. She closed her eyes and growled to herself lowly, her chest vibrating.

The lock on the bedroom door began to squeak. Caillech lept to her feet and pulled her dagger from the bedside table, crouching beside the door and glaring at the lock. It unlatched itself and the wooden door opened slowly. Caillech shoved her free hand through the crack in the door and grabbed the front of a leather cuirass. Morvan gave a strangled cry of surprise as he was yanked through the door and slammed to the floor. Caillech held her dagger to his throat, pinning him to the floor with a knee to the chest.

Morvan laughed and his green eyes twinkled with amusement. He lay beneath her, his black hood pulled over his head as usual. Taking a closer look at the light brown leather embroidered to the front, Caillech noted the stitching was definitley elven. She took this moment to really examine Morvan's features. His grizzled chin was strong, and complimented by beautifully curved lips, almost pouty. His eyes were almond shaped, accented by high cheekbones. His skin was smooth and tan from the sun, a single scar marred his face, stretching from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his mouth. His features were in all honesty quite striking for a Nord.

"Don't do that again," Caillech warned him. Releasing him from her hold and standing over him, her boots planted on either side of his chest. "What the hell do you want?" she growled at him. Her chest tightening at the sight of that annoying crooked grin. He cocked his head slightly, seeming quite at ease underneath her piercing eyes.

"I figured you might be getting bored in here by yourself." he said, taking in her leather and steel armor. Caillech shoved her dagger back into its scabbard which was strapped to her belt.

"Did you really think I would want to spend time with you?" she asked, almost laughing. He was bold, she'd give him that. Morvan had sweet talked Kodlak into taking him on as a Companions. Skjor enjoyed the first three days he was able to call him a whelp, before Kodlak and Aela agreed to elevate him into the Circle. Much to Skjor's dismay.

"No, I didn't." Morvan said sitting up on his elbows and grinning at her, "But I thought i could convince you to go for a hunt with me," his green eyes flared with anticepation, she could see his wolf side in his eyes, watching her with an intense stare. Her wolf howled in agreement, responding to his own wolf's invitation. Caillech hesitated. The thought of escaping the prison walls of Jorrvasker was tempting, but she didn't particularly like Morvan. She caught him almost every day with a different one of the three other women that lived here. Yesterday it was Ria, a tight lipped Imperial woman with short brown hair. Caillech had seen them training together in the yard, and Ria seemed more than willing to have Morvan help her improve her greatsword swing.

"Isn't it forbidden to hunt in our wolf forms?" she asked, her voice tight. She knew it was forbidden, Kodlak had made that very clear to the Circle, and any werewolf that passed through Jorrvasker's doors.

"That is the most bullshit excuse I have ever heard," Morvan sneared at her. "Come on, I promise I won't bite."

Caillech paused and bit her lower lip. Morvan's eyes focused on her lips briefly before flicking back up to her silver eyes. She sighed and ran her fingers through her long dark hair, pushing it back from her face, the single braid behind her left ear swung forward as she looked down at the Nord between her legs. The look in his eyes was a challenge.

"Fine," she growled at him.

"Lets go," Morvan slid out from under her, rose to his feet and grinned at her wolfishly as he left the room. Caillech watched his back as he almost pranced to the front doors of Jorrvasker, she smiled and scoffed at him. Grabbing her bow from its position beside the door, she slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulder and trotted to catch up with Morvan.

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Caillech parted her lips slightly, her head tipped back to the sky, eyes closed and palms open at her sides. The cool night breeze caressed her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine, and goosebumpes errupted along her arms and over her belly. She and Morvan had discarded their armor and underclothes, like her it seems, he had ruined armor durring his shifts before. Stashing their belongings in a hollow stump just south of the Pelagia Farm, they had made a break for it into the woods.

Caillech wasn't ashamed of her naked form, she had nothing to be embarrassed about. Her build was slender and lengthy, even though she was short. Her skin was flawless and a light olive tone, only marked by a few pale scars along her ribs, which flashed like moonstone under the silver light of the moon. She was lean and toned all over, from her legs to her belly and upper back. Her breasts were full with perfectly round dark nipples, that almost pointed upward. Her ass was perky and round, her thighs touched slightly, forming a diamond shape between her legs. She smiled to herself slightly, she really must be a sight to behold.

The snap of a twig made Caillech open her eyes, her canine teeth elongated slightly, and she looked over her shoulder at Morvan. His chest was thick and muscular, his shoulders broad. His body tapered down to his slim hips, his abdominal muscles forming a V shape. Caillech forced herself to ignore his impressive length between his legs, and focused her attention to the scars that covered his chest and stomach. Three long slashes reached across from his left shoulder almost all the way down to his right rib cage. His skin was smooth and tanned, dark tattoos swirled around his right wrist all the way up his arm, over his thick bicep to his shoulder. His green eyes were glowing in the darkness, his wolf side was close to the surface of his consciness.

Morvan closed the distance between them, coming to stand behind her. She could feel his body heat on her backside, but he kept space between their skin. Caillech turned to face him and looked into his eyes. She could see her silver ones glowing in their depths. There was a hunger in his eyes, and his breathing was ragged, his lips parted just as hers were, accomedating the length of his teeth. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, drinking in his musky scent. She wouldn't have tolerated him standing so close to her, but there was something undeniably intimate about shifting with another being.

Morvan growled in her ear, she could feel his breath on her shoulder, and it sent a shiver down her spine. His head was bowed down towards her neck, his long dark hair falling in front of his face. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She tipped her head back, her long dark hair brushing against the small of her back. She could hear Morvan inhale her scent deeply, as he towered over her. Her head just reached his shoulder height, he could rest his chin comfortably on the top of her head if he so desired. Caillech could almost feel his body trembling before her, and knew his wolf side longed to touch her soft skin. Werewolves were extremely physical creatures, and most couldn't control their needs. Caillech knew that all to well.

She stepped backwards away from Morvan and opened her eyes, his eyes were looking everywhere except her face, his shoulders heaved from the force of his panting breath. His teeth continued to lengthen and he growled lowly. Caillech smiled at him, looking into his eyes through her long dark lashes. His gaze flicked up to meet hers and she allowed the shift to overcome her. She doubled over slightly, groaning as her bones popped and shifted, her mouth elongating into a snout and her long fingers curling into paws and her nails elongating into ebony claws. She closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of the change, light gray fur began to cover her from head to toe, and her ears elongated.

She could hear Morvan shifting in front of her, his growl becoming deeper and throatier. Her spine elongated, and with a final shiver she flicked her tail and opened her eyes. Morvan crouched in front of her, his jet black fur was thick and shaggy, the fur along the back of his neck and shoulders tipped in silver. His green eyes glowing brightly against the darkness of his form. His long pearly white teeth flashed as he snapped them together, his lips curled up into a snarl. Caillech flattened her ears at him and her hackles bristled, she lifted her tail instictively.

Morvan stalked closer to her on all fours, his head low to the ground, ears pricked attentively forward. Caillech bared her teeth at him, lifting her back slightly and snarling loudly at him. What the fuck was he doing? Did he drag her all the way out of Jorrvasker just to teach her a lesson on dominance? Caillech dug her claws into the earth, holding her ground, and watching the much larger wolf stalk towards her warily. He was massive.

Morvan lunged passed her, nipping at her back legs, before bounding through the trees. Caillech yelped and tucked her legs underneath herself, whipping around the snapping her teeth down on thin air. Morvan stood several feet away, humor blazing in his green eyes, his tail wagging behind him. He jumped in circles for a moment before tearing through the woods. Caillech's heart lifted, she hadn't played in years. She broke into a dead sprint after Morvan, her ears pricked forward and eyes fixed on his back paws. They dissapeared into the wilds of Skyrim together, the sounds of their howls and yips filling the night air.