Author's Note

Hello there, writer for The Last Metroid here. I just wanted to say that this is an idea I've had locked and loaded loosely since I started playing ESO back in... oh, I don't know, 2018? I've wanted to write this forever now, but didn't have the writing skills to do it justice until now. Realistically speaking it's going to be an OC main character, but that's literally the point of ESO anyway's so...

I'm rambling. Please enjoy. This story has been my baby ive slowly been gathering ideas and plot points for years now, and I'm glad it finally turned into something.

Basically it follows the idea of my first character I created, and will loosely follow that adventure.


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09/16/2024


LEGEND BELOW

"Kajhiit says no!" = Speech.

''Who am I?'' = Thoughts.


Chapter 1

Rated-M

M rating for mature themes, mentions of death, nudity, language, violence, dark themes, and sex.


Music of the day

Skyrim - Death or Sovengard


Shadows danced at the edges of her vision, pulling at her mind, tugging her, coaxing her back to the depths of that cold uncaring hell.

"Where are you going…?" The voices whispered to her, their tone a horrible aberration, sounding wrong.

Broken…

"Take us with you…" She could feel their hands reaching out to her as she ran. Fingers grasping her naked ankles, pulling at her thighs, slowing her down. She felt like she was drowning, but she wouldn't stop running.

They wanted to run with her, wanting her to take them with her. But there wasn't anything she could save, nothing at all but the small broke soul in her hands, held closely to her breasts. It was all she could do to save her own soul…

"You can't leave us here…" They swore, their words a ghost of a breath on her naked neckline, cursing at her. "No one can leave…" They cried out, pleading her to save them too.

She stumbled once, tripping over a hand that pulled on her foot. She hit the ground hard, but scrambled to keep running, no matter how much their hands clawed at her naked backside. She felt her soul weakening, gashes opening her up, speed growing slower.

"No one ever escapes this world…" There it was again, the taunting, the hissing remarks made on her behalf. Their words felt scathing, stabbing at the very mind. "Even the strongest champions have failed…"

Ghosts of the Champions of the past flashed before her eyes, even their souls having been captured. If they could not escape the darkness… could she even hope to?

"You shall be no different…" They mocked now, the pleading from before gone.

"You will be made into his plaything…" They hissed gleefully, cackling madly.

"Your body will become his toy to do with as he wishes…" They cackled in harmony.

"You will be chained up and defiled, used again and again until he grows bored…" The whispers were loud now, blindingly so.

She shook her head vehemently, refusing this destiny with every fiber of her being. She wouldn't stop here, she wouldn't be taken away! She wasn't going to become a toy to this dark god, she refused!

She clutched at the tiny fragile soul gem in her claws, refusing to bend even as the evil energy around her tainted and twisted her soul beyond recognition.

With every wound and claw that struck her, her body changed, growing farther and farther from the thing she'd once been. A strike hit her back, and horns began to sprout from her forehead. Plated and black like that of a dragon, they grew backwards before curling down and forwards, ending in sharp tips. They were over a foot long when they finally stopped.

She cried out, but no one would reach out to save her. Not here, not now…

She was alone, terribly, horribly alone.

"You're not alone…"

"You will become one of us…"

"He will keep you forever…"

She screamed as she fought her way forward, tumbling down the seemingly endless seas of black hills and blue hellfire. Oceans of souls surrounded her, tugging at her, trying to drown her down alongside them all.

She could see it now, the gate that stood to separate the dimensions. It was so close, yet it was so far, too far…

And it was open…

Wide open…

Another strike split into her, filling her with a dark power that tainted her further. The claws on her toes elongated, now ending in vicious points.

Her limbs felt heavy, longer.

Claws grew from her fingertips, the same evil material, unbreakable, evil, wrong. She wanted to scream as she felt her canines begin to elongate, growing beyond the confines of her lips, fangs poking free like the ancient vampires of Tamriel. Her eyes, once a beautiful blue had bled into a vile and evil red.

Black markings snaked down from her horns atop her head, trailing down her body, crawling down her supple pure white neck. It continued downwards, coming to cup the large swell of her full breasts, skirting around the soft scales that surrounded her chest before dipping towards her navel. It circled her stomach, intrinsic markings dipping down to the space between her legs and around her hips to crawl out over the shape of her posterior.

It was a dark power, not taking over her, but forever marking her as his. Even as the markings, deepest of blacks, crawled down her body, she didn't stop running.

Even as a dark knowledge filled her mind, spells of the likes she'd never before seen were etched into the depths of her soul, she refused to be bogged down. Languages she'd never heard, powerful spells thought impossible, and energies not meant for mortals swirled inside her body now.

But she didn't let that tempt her, didn't allow that to convince her to stay. She was her own being, she was her own self, she was her own! He wouldn't have her body, he wouldn't have her mind!

No!

No, she wouldn't stop here, wouldn't let him take her away!

She hated him!

She hated him so much it hurt!

She refused to go, refused to bend down and submit, denied the order to lay down and die!

She would not become one of his toys!

Even as her body changed, even as she was transformed into the very Dremora that she had been so desperate to escape, she did not slow. Her body was her own, and nothing, not even he would stop her.

"Molag Bal let's nothing go…" The voices spoke again, taunting her. But even then, those voices from before had gone silent.

"You may think you are free, but true freedom is an illusion." This time the voice that addressed her was not the souls of those lost, the voices of the people long since gone. It was firm and powerful, evil to the core, and it terrified her to her very soul.

It was the voice of an evil, dark god. And it was looking right at her.

"My adorable little Argonian…" It cooed in a deep sickening level of affection, the coldness of his voice cast over her naked body. "You will never escape me. My power, my strength, is already inside you. I have filled you with me, a part of my soul has begun to intertwine with your own."

Tears stung at the edges of her vision, her sobs of terror silent in the darkness of this hell. She fell before the gate, her vision growing blurry. Even as her legs gave out underneath her, her body crashing before the gate of darkness, she didn't stop. Her newly grown monstrous claws dug gouges in the ground as she pulled herself forward, inching closer and closer to her freedom.

Giant chains of the deepest black extended through the portal, connecting this realm to the world of mortals. One by one she saw those chains destroyed, until only one remained. If she didn't get through now…

"You may escape me today… But you will never be free." He promised, the ghost of his hands roamed her body as she slipped away. "My adorable little Argonian. Run now, for today you will escape, but tomorrow you will become my pet…" He promised firmly, hands slipping as she ran through the gate.

"And I will never let you go, my hand has already washed over you…" It was the last thing she heard before crawling out of the gate, falling into the world of mortals once more…


Everything had stopped.

Life…

Death…

Tamriel, Coldharbor…

Everything that she'd ever known, before and after, and even in between…

Was gone…

Where had she gone, or rather, where had she been in the first place? Who was she now, or, who had she been in the past? Her species, her gender, her affiliation…

Her name…?

These were things, pieces of information that she no longer remembered. And if they ever existed in the first place, she certainly held no knowledge of it.

She was drowning, drowning in the endless abyss of nothingness within the gap between dimensions.

Her memories of her past life, what she once was, what she used to be. Her recollection of the past had been stripped away, leaving her nothing but a blank slate, ready to be shaped into something new, different.

For better or for worse…

And yet, as the memories faded away into obscurity, something else appeared to fill that void without warning. It gave no hint to as its origin, no excuse as to why it appeared, or a demand for its existence.

Knowledge.

With every memory of her past that vanished, something new found its home within the depths of her soul. The face of her mother, vanished, in its place the exact method to conjure the most vile of fire magics. Her first toy disappeared from memory, the knowledge of legendary healing taking its place.

For every ounce of her past life that faded away, years upon years of deep, intricate magical knowledge took its place. Until the time finally came that she…

That she…

Who…?

Who was she…?

She tried to…

To what?

To remember?

Remember what?

There was nothing there anymore, or had there ever been anything there in the first place? Everything was gone now, leaving her abandoned in the void of-

Cold…

It was so very cold…

Coldness flooded down her mouth, stinging at her throat. Everything suddenly felt heavy, numb, full of cold and unforgiving pain.

Was she dying? Was she even alive to begin with?

"n…"

Then there was a whisper, a ghost of a voice slipping through the vail. It was so faint that she was sure she'd imagined it, a mere hint of her past existence still lingering in the end that was wherever she had ended up.

It sounded blurred, as if it was buried underneath the ground.

"..o…n!"

It was calling out to her, reaching for her, pulling her back to the surface. She couldn't shake the sensation of the harsh cold of the depths of the ocean crawling up her naked spine, slowly pulling her down deeper, deeper…

As if she was…

Drowning…

"-rab her!"

Then something wrapped around her, loose for a moment, before becoming tight. There was a jerk, and for the first time, her head came free from the depths of that accursed darkness.

She sucked in a sharp breath, water shooting down her throat as she choked. Bloodshot red eyes snapped open, the salt of the ocean stabbing at her inhuman orbs. Her lungs felt heavy with water, limbs numb, freezing temperatures coaxing her back into the endless abyss.

Her eyes, open now, darted every which way. She barely managed a short glimpse of the pitch black seas that tugged at her body, before her head snapped back as another wave crashed into her face. She barely staved off unconsciousness, limbs thick and heavy, lungs filling with that unforgiving salty sea.

"Hold on! Grab the rope!" She was so cold, so very cold. But she heard a voice, shouting over the near deafening noise of the raging ocean waves, thunder crashing overhead.

She'd never grabbed something as hard as she did in that moment, clawing at the soaked tattered rope with what little life she had left. Her eyes stung, water filling every part of her body, drowning her. She blinked between the waves slapping at her eyes, head going down under every other breath.

She could see a boat, the rope connecting to her chest leading up to a wall of wood. "Pull her up, you lazy cad!" She couldn't see who was yelling, but their accent was thick, rolling.

It took her a moment to realize why she wasn't shivering anymore, the effects of hypothermia having already begun to set in. Desperately she clawed at the side of the ship, her liquid black claws tearing chunks from the wood as she tried to climb out of the sea, but it would not let her.

She had not the energy to breathe anymore…

"She's very heavy, sir!" A younger voice shouted back nervously, hesitant.

"Then pull harder! Razum-dar will have nothing less!" The Kajhiit hissed, pulling just the same. "I will not have people dying on my ship! You will save this poor creature, there is no arguing with Kajhiit!" He hissed, tugging with all his might.

"Boss, pull Lizard! Seas too rough!" Another voice hissed, tugging with all their might.

"Pull! Save the Lizard!" Move voices joined the fray.

"No! Steer ship clear of storm! Waves too-!" Razum-Dar shouted, only to fall to the ground as a particularly heavy wave crashed into the side of the ship. The rope was broken loose from his paws, sending the drowning Argonian back into the depths of the sea. "No!!"

"I've got her!" A burly voice exclaimed, wrapping the rope around his arm until it bled. He tugged hard, pulling with all his might, the strength of a pure blooded Nord astonishing.

Her body crashed into the side of the ship, before slowly being lifted up out of the ocean. Long legs that seemed to go on forever eventually pulled out of the ocean, a tail that was twice as long hanging limp. She wasn't truly aware of what was happening before she found herself on her backside, staring up at the pitch black storm clouds looming heavily overhead.

Thunder crackled, lightning darting back and forth in the dark seas of blackness not far above the oceans. Brief glimpses of the heavens above flashed before her, before the storm swallowed them whole once more.

"Get her inside, quickly!" She saw a cat's tail from the corner of her vision, soft furry claws reaching underneath her, pulling her up gently as she found herself dragged deep into the bowels of the ship. The deafening noise of the storm was suddenly replaced by a more subtle sound, the storm fading away as her surroundings changed, the warmly lit walls of the cabin a paradise compared to her freezing hell from before.

Her maw opened, trying to take in a breath, but…

"She's drowning! Lungs are full of water!" Her hearing felt blurry, vision fading as she tried to force air into her full waterlogged lungs. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, the feeling that she was going to die again crashing into her with the same uncaring energy as the violent waves of the ocean. She clawed fruitlessly at her chest, desperately trying to gain any oxygen, but it was no use.

"I don't know the m-medical techniques for an Argonian!" The younger voice cried out in panic.

"None of us are Healers, Captain!" The Nord hissed, the rope burns on his arm stinging from the salty water.

Waves crashed against the side of the ship, stumbling those still standing.

"Step aside, Kajhiit will do job!" She looked beyond the blurry edge of her vision, even as it started to fade away. She saw the face of a Kajhiit, young and elegant perhaps. She felt her eyelids growing heavy, before she suddenly found his lips on her own.

In that moment of darkness, she couldn't help but notice how warm they felt when compared to her icy frozen body.

And then?

She suddenly lurched upwards, coughing violently as she expelled the water in her lungs. Her bones felt heavy, stomach empty as she retched, her water logged lungs finally managing to suck in a little of that precious, precious oxygen.

"There yah go, that's it. Just get it all out, Kajhiit says so." She didn't pay any attention to the gentle voice purring in her ears, a soft furry paw rubbing her smooth, scaleless backside. She coughed for a little bit more before she'd finally managed to fill her lungs with air over water.

Her energy sapped, she fell back to the ground. Or, rather, she would have if the Kajhiit hadn't captured her in his arms. "Woah now, take it easy." He exclaimed, holding her gently as she collapsed in his strong hands.

Her eyes rolled upwards in an attempt to see her savior, maw opening to try and say anything…

But she had no energy…

And she was so very cold.

Fangs glinted in the dim torch lit cabin, drawing the cat's attention. Her lips quivered, but she not even the strength to utter a single word.

"Boss… she's…" She heard the other man utter beneath his breath, but she paid him no mind. Her sole focus, was on the exposed neck of the cat looming over her, the pulsing of his heartbeat beating his skin. A poor whine escaped from the depths of her throat, but she couldn't manage any more.

"Kajhiit knows what his eyes tell him." He muttered softly, staring into her deep red eyes. Her giant overgrown horns accentuated her crimson orbs, in any other situation creating an unnerving visage that might send people running for the hills. But here in his arms, completely and utterly defenseless, with not even a cloak to cover the body, he realized that she was certainly no threat.

Not to himself, nor the boy.

Cowardly Elf, that he was.

"C-Cold…" She hissed through chattering fangs, the exhale that followed practically made of ice. "So… c-cold…" Came her broken lifeless whimper.

"Boy, get her blanket! And get lantern over here, quick like!" The cat ordered sharply, before his expression softened as he gazed down at her. "Hold on there lass, Kajhiit has you." He purred, holding her firmly to his chest. Her body was freezing cold, colder than a brick of ice cast by the most powerful mages in Tamriel. He couldn't help but notice just how large she was for what he presumed was an Argonian.

She was easily eight feet tall, taller than his resident Nord.

But that certainly didn't stop her from cuddling up to the warm furred cat whose big arms were doing a good job at warming her up. She suddenly found a blanket wrapped snuggly around her, lantern shoved underneath the blanket. The orange stone that was held within the glass frame radiated a warmth that she clung to desperately.

She felt his furry arms wrap around the swell of her numb, freezing breasts, slowly beginning to bring life back to her waterlogged corpse. She wanted to grasp onto that warmth with everything that she had, and never, ever let go.

It took all her strength to raise her arms up, shaking hands coming to grasp his burly furry arms in an attempt to pull them closer to her chest, as if afraid he would pull away. Her ebony black claws chattered against his furry flesh, her body desperately shaking to warm itself up.

"You a vampire, yes? Poor girl, must be hungry." He noticed with a surprising amount of understanding. He reached up, pulling one arm free from the confines of her blanket. He held his arm in front of her mouth, his wrist inches from her maw. He saw her lean towards it instinctively, ready to take a bite, but…

She hesitated.

He smiled softly. "Go on, Kajhiit gives permission." He gave his blessing, looking into her worried eyes. Her jaw quivered for a moment, before she gently bit down, teeth easily slicing him open. Warm blood leaked from his arm, trailing down her tongue. Her eyes grew half lidded, pasty white cheeks flushing slightly despite her cold body. With every weak lap of her tongue against his leaking wrist, she felt herself grow just a little bit stronger, his blood pulling her out of the grasp that death had on her soul.

"Boss, she's-!" The pointy eared boy panicked, fretting like a nervous kitten.

"She's not hurting Kajhiit. Quiet down…" The cat cut him off with a stern look, glancing back down to the oversized lizard who lapped at his wrist like a kitten's first drink of milk. Color seemed to return to her face a bit, warmth filling her body.

"If she wanted to hurt Razum-dar, then she would have done so." He pointed out sharply, pinning the boy with a stare. "Now get her a bed, soft scales needs her sleep."

"Y-Yes sir!" The boy vanished from her view, her ability to fight off sleep fading with every second that passed.

The cat glanced back down to her, noticing with worry how her body was still cold. He had to wonder just how long she'd been in the water before he found her, and more than that, how she was still alive despite it all. One look at her eyes told him a lot.

She was a vampire, certainly not the first one he'd encountered, yet definitely the only one that was this meek. Some would chalk it up to her dire situation, but that moment of hesitation before she bit down spoke volumes.

However, her apparent vampirism did not explain her dire dragon like horns sprouting from the side of her head, the strange black lines that swirled down her naked body, lined with runes the likes of which he'd never seen before. Her tail was far longer than any Argonian he'd ever seen before, and the claws on the tips of her toes…

She looked more akin to a creature from Oblivion than any mortal to walk the surface of Tamriel…

But…

That didn't change the fact that she was in need of help, and he was not the type of cat to leave a lass out in the storm. How she acted when she next awoke would decide how he proceeded forward.

"Come on lass, Kajhiit will get you to a bed…" He hummed in her ear, moving to grab her underneath her arms. "Give me hand, will yah?" He grunted, heaving to lift her up. He ducked to the side, one of her oversized horns nearly poking his eye out as her head lolled backwards, unconscious.

"S-She's real heavy boss!" The young man groaned, lifting her up by her thighs. "H-Her legs are the size of my torso!"

Sure he was a wood elf, but even then, she was larger than any warrior of a Nord.

He took one look at her legs, and realized with a start that she could probably shatter stone if she tried. He'd certainly never seen an Argonian like her before, especially not one in such a dire state of dress.

Or lack there of…

"Quit your ogling of the naked lass and move her, will yah? Where's your manners?" The Kajhiit slapped him upside the head with his tail, eyebrow raised questioningly. "Kajhiit thought he raise you better…" The cat clicked his tongue in disappointment.

The elf had the decency to flush in embarrassment. "S-Sorry sir!"

But, as for her, she felt like she could finally close her eyes. And this time…?

This time it wasn't within the confines of death, but underneath the warmth of a soft bed, glow-stones warming the freezing soles of her feet.

She felt her eyes cracking open weakly, vision blurred slightly as she gazed up at the old codger of a cat looming worriedly over her bed. His hairs were grey and aged, signs of a man who'd lived a long hard life. But his eyes…

Those eyes were kind, understanding, caring.

"Sleep now, lass. Save talking for later…" He said softly, pressing his palm to her forehead. The feeling of his warm paw had her falling into the land of sleep almost immediately, red eyes fluttering closed as her head lolled to the side. "You'll pull through this… you hear me? Kajhiit says so." He muttered to himself, wringing his paws in concern.

He watched over her for a long while, watching the slow, lethargic rise of her breasts as she took in weak little breaths. He did all he could, but her condition was concerning, as was her appearance.

The boy walked up beside him, nervous for a plentitude of reasons. "Get hot water going. We need to warm her body temperature." He muttered quietly, sure to try and keep her sleeping for as long as he could. "I'm going to return to Khenarthi's Roost, seas too rough to continue. Keep eye on her, make sure those blankets stay on. And keep your hands to yourself, Kajhiit no want ill mannered child taking advantage over sleeping lady." He ordered sharply.

"Y-Yes sir!" He exclaimed, turning back to her. He needed to get warm water going. He shuffled off to gather water, making use of a novice fire spell to warm the water as fast as he could.

Razum-Dar had left the cabin behind, controlling the ship outside. He heard the voices of the rest of the crew moving about, questioning what had happened. The sound of the storm raging outside was still drowning out the sounds of the other crew mates, so he set his mind on caring for the vampire in his bed.

Wringing his hands nervously, the short elf approached the bed, eyeing the unconscious white scaled woman like she was moments from leaping from the covers and tearing him apart. Tentatively, he reached out, placing the warm wet cloth on her forehead, careful of her large black horns.

"Y-You know, B-Boss went out of his way to save you…" He murmured, almost to himself. "S-So you better behave yourself, okay…?" He swallowed thickly, eyes darting down to her own.

But she was still fast asleep.

He sighed. "Boss said you fell out of the sky... I-I don't even know how that would be possible, but then again, I am no mage." He was muttering to himself at this point, but he couldn't stand staying quiet. Talking helped sooth his freyed nerves. "J-Just... Just don't kill anyone when you wake up..." He begged quietly, before walking away.

She needed more warm water...


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