~Near the Western border of Blackwood~
An Argonian in the moonlight, if he can be called as such. Pale grey scales shot with rust-red that appears black in the moonlight, rolls of golden horns and eyes that shift from ebony to crimson as he stares down at the dead merchant at his feet. The man's blood, just as black in the moonlight and drops of it fall from the Argonian's claws. A cloud passes overhead and the Argonian lowers his head and softly growls. "Spider's hears you. But you are not my lady." His crimson eyes shut as his thoughts turn inward.
The whispers in the shadows, a melody of dark promises that has followed him since he left Vvardenfell. They are NOT his lady's songs. And yet...they lead him down the same path as her words to him, that night that altered his life. That changed him into the creature he was today, that made all that came before, the pitiful wreck of a creature he had been vanish as if it never was. Namira had erased what he had been, so his true self could be brought into being. And then a change in the whispers causes Spiders-In-Scales thoughts stop and he tilts his head to listen. Now they speak words and not just shadowy hisses in the night. A soft growl from him, a flexing of claws still wet with blood.
~What is it you want?~
It needs not be spoken. To serve his lady. But...there is something else. A small spider skirting in his mind, that causes a savage grin to cross his reptilian face as his eyes open and shift to the darkest violet as his deepest desire is at last brought into the light. His lady would not mind this wish. It flowed with her will and song...and another's as well. Memories of the dark when his old self drowned in his lady and this new self was born, a glimpse of another set of eyes, eerie light blue. Another melody, another song that intertwined with Namira's but at the time, and still, just out of reach of understanding.
~You understand. Go. Find them. Find those of like-minded. I want... I want to see the world change under the force of will of impossible desires flowing in the same river, the same song.~
Spiders-In-Scales laughs and turns back to the path ahead. But the faintest sound has his attention snapping to the left his eyes staring at a group of trees, and the small soft thing that rests within one of them. Temptation to move to the trees. To make the small soft thing scream in terror before it dies, blood-splattered black in the moonlight. But realization crosses his face as his eyes melt into ebony once more. "Not soft," he hisses. What is in the trees is strong, and now is not the time to fight such creatures. Not until he follows the song, follows the whispers, and with that, he turns from the trees and walks down the path.
The young Imperial woman in the trees falls back against a branch fighting the trembling that moves through her unbidden her eyes never once leaving the direction the strange Argonian vanished down. "Rel'ihala, what have you gotten yourself into?" she whispers as she runs a hand through shoulder-length dark hair. With lith warrior grace, she drops from the tree, one hand on the sword at her side as confusion mixed with a slight tint of anger crosses her face. Nothing scared her. If it did, she would have never survived and thrived. The things she has seen, trained against. But still...something about the murderous Argonian was deeply unnatural. A step to the road as she thinks back on the weeks spent in Blackwood. Observing, learning, trying to figure out how to fit in here, so no one would guess at her truth. The truth she knows she must hide, for as long as she was exiled from home. "Should I have tried to stop him?" she whispers. But why would she? The merchant had not even fought well for his life. If someone could not defend themselves, did they deserve to live? Was that even a question? "You know the answer to that," she tells herself and then thoughts turn back to the strange Argonian. Terrifying, wrong, and yet the most curious thing she had seen by far, and with no other purpose or destination, she sets out down the same path as the monster.