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He looked slowly and raised his eyebrow at the Mer named Salthar. He inclined his head and said his name slowly, "Severus.. Alucard." He noticed the Altmer stumbling over words regarding his past. Not that he cared at the moment. He just asked for a name. Something to go by. From all the Thalmor in the past that he crossed, they were keen on not being called "Hey you" or "Hey elf boy". Also there was the fact of High Blood Purity going around. He didn't honestly care for their breeding methods, keeping a line as 'pure' as possible.

There were two things he knew that seperated you from pure, and tainted. They only purest that can ever exist, is a child. Especially an infant. Then there was the tainted, the low lives that think nothing of others lives.

You could be a monster, or you can be what you were destined to be. A creature to live your life. As far as Severus was concerned, the damned 'Civil War' was pointless. There was a reason all things took place they way they did. But with the A.D. deciding to take over because of past conflicts, it set off things that were naturally set-up by nature out of wack. Mer and men had a tendency to set things off. Either because of political crap or their own stubborn pride.

"And you don't have to state your past to me. I'm quite aware how things work... I used to live in a village near Falkreath. The name isn't important. It was to the south-west near the Pass.. Was a beautiful place. Till a man by the name of-"

Severus didn't get to finish, not that he cared, as he heard a commotion behind them. There were three... No four! There were four Dawnguard being mutilated by what appeared to be a person covered by an invisibility potion, and a really sharp dagger. "They ought to work on their aiming skills more.." He chuckled at the thought. Severus and his friend had drawn their swords when the last Knight had fallen. And then there was the surprise he had waited for. The cloak had worn off to reveal a certain someone.

"Do you still think I'm incapable of taking care of myself, oh gracious Vampire Lord?" She even did that mocking curtisy like she did at the pub. It was that cheeky vampire lady.

Severus rose an elegant eyebrow and sheathed his sword. He looked at her hard before stating, his voice in a slow, bored, pompous mocking tone, "No... I would only dare of saying not... Tell me, do you make a habit of following people in the darkest of nights? Or is it only to feed? Or are you just stalking us for fun...? Because to be perfectly honest, my dear, I have plenty of games to play.." Severus smirked, hoping she would take the bait. As he found out in the Inn.. She was fun to tease, and she was a fellow vampire. But Severus didn't give her time to answer, as he was already guiding his horse on to the course he had set out.

"Well? Coming? Since you were following us to begin with, you must have a perfectly good reason to do so. We're heading to Ivarstead, if that is were you perfectly wish to go." He stopped his horse and looked back at her. "Oh, I'm sorry for where are my manners? Would this kind Princess like a ride too?" He smirked again.

Needless to say: If she was to follow, this was going to be a fun trip.

(OOC: I told you guys he is a snarky ass! XD)
 
Tera quickly tore the shirt in half and gave one half to Q'sala. He quickly put it on as Tera picked up Autumn in a piggy like style. She looked at Runs-With-Phoenix, "We must run quickly. I want to get under some kind of shelter before the storm hits us," she looked up at the sky again, "I do not like how those clouds look." She then turned and started sprinting down the trail hoping that Runs-With-Phoenix could keep up. Her pack jingled slightly as she ran.

She could hear her mother's bonded army move around in the pack as her feet stomped the ground. The ground felt cold to her thin leather boots. She knew she could sprint for a while though she didn't know if it would be far enough away from the storm. She felt the bitter wind hit her face. Her fur stood on end like it usually does when extremely bad weather comes around. They needed to find shelter from this storm, fast.
 
Morrigan had expected this vampire lord to mock her back, however she did not expect himto unnerve her as much as he did. She hid her annoyance behind a coy smile and said, "Hmm, that is tempting. Afterall that horse looks extremely comfortable. I must pass you up on your offer, however, thank you for knowing your place, Severus." Morrigan turned around and began walking in the direction of Ivarstead.

She stopped, looked back and called out, "Well are you coming?"
 
Salthar sheathed his sword, and frowned at the female vampire. He wasn't particularly happy to have someone kill those that he could himself, but he said nothing. Instead he spurred his horse forwards, and glanced at Severus "I assume she's the same vampire you told me about in Whiterun?"

He looked up at the sky as the first of the snow began to fall. It wasn't fierce yet, but Salthar knew it would get very serious very fast. "Try not to fall behind" He called to the woman, urging his horse into a canter. He passed Severus, and lead the way, determined not to get stuck in the storm and possibly turned around.
 
Phoenix nodded to her, and started to run herself holding on to Q'sala's legs so that he didn't jostle too much. Running didn't help much with the weather getting colder, in fact the more they ran the colder she began to feel. She slowed her breathing when she caught up to the sister, which didn't take her long on her long lithe legs, and picked a pace that matched hers.

"Riverwood should not be much farther," she stated as the sound of running water began to grow louder, "We should take up shelter in the inn until the storm passes lest we be caught between Ivarstead and Riverwood in the snow storm." She figured that the vampires were probably already through Riverwood, the young ones had slowed them down quite a bit on the journey that would have normally taken half the time that they had used so far. Her hands were going numb, she could feel her reptilian blood turning sluggish in the farther parts of her body. Her heart having to pump faster to make up for the sluggishness of the life giving liquid. I should be used to the cold of Skyrim, she thought to herself as she trudged on, the flickering fires of the small village growing brighter, but I suppose some things will never change.
 
"I assume she's the same vampire you told me about in Whiterun?"

Salthar laid down the question and Severus smirked at his friend. "The very same indeed.." Severus pulled up his hood, seeing the impending storm as well. If they didn't move quickly they would be caught and what then?

They had just passed the split path that soon led to Falkreath, another road that lead to the outskirts of the wilderness, and one that led to the now burnt ruins of Helgen. They took the road east and were now riding up the steap cobblestone road. He noticed Salthar stirring his horse into a canter and urged Scorpio forward to do the same.

Salthar just passed him and he looked at the female after Salthar called to her to keep up and added with his own remark, "Oh yes, do keep up Princess, for it would be such a shame to allow one such as yourself to... Shall we say... Fall to the 'lackies'?"

He could be the gentlemen, when he wanted to be. But who said he couldn't have a bit of fun? Besides, in his own mind, she started it. And as Serana had said to him, or rather screamed in his face he was "A stubborn ass that held a grudge like an 'impulant child'." She had even used his own worlds he himself used to call stupid people, such as 'impulant child' and 'stubborn ass'. Serana was a spit fire in her own right. And this female acted like a ticked off Serana.

Add to the fact she wasn't afraid of him.

It was refreshing to say the least.

So he would have his fun. And since she was joining them, she would have to keep up and listen to their rules. Though it would be fun when she revolted or retaliated. Severus smirked again. He was looking forward to that.

Yes, when she would crack down on him just like Serana usually did, things just might get interesting. Something was different about her though. And as Severus caught up to Salthar and called over his shoulder at her, "You sure you don't want to be escorted by a lovely knight? Dear Princess? It'll get cold soon... Burrr." He grinned again.

Alas he wasn't cold hearted. Not completely. He wasn't a monster after all like most believed. He fumbled with the sack tied to Scorpio and drew out a bottle of Nord mead. Though he liked the stuff, he took in more pleasure of drinking fine wine or whiskey. He tossed it back to her and replied, "Keep it. For putting up with me isn't the greatest thing in the world I'm sure.." He drawled and added in a saracastic tone, "I just know you want to just cuddle me to death right now for being such a gentlemen. Besides, the mead will keep the cold away." He chuckled at the myth and muttered, "Or so the idiots say."

He turned serious as he pulled his hooded black cloak tighter around him and looked at Salthar. "I know I may not seem a real pleasure at the moment, given I'm a Nord and all. But I'm not exactly all Nord. I'm a half breed. Imperial-Nord. Although I bet it doesn't make a difference, since both 'races' come from the same roots. With Ysgramor and his 500 Companions. But... What about you? What is this.. Aldmeri Dominion like? I've heard the stories from Nords and the others. Though one doesn't really have the full right to judge another, if you cannot come to terms with yourself.." He paused. And then continued venturing on the boarders. He knew how to press a persons buttons but guessing from Salthar's stumbling of his past, he honestly didn't want to hurt him badly. He had a painful past himself. "If you don't want to talk about it... I understand. Just know I won't push."

A moment past before he stated the one true fact about himself, "I'm not like those lacky Nords." And then he threw a jab for good measure. "I'm not a thick headed barbarian." He smirked, trying to ease the tension in the air, and in the muscles with light humour. He looked over his shoulder at the woman behind them jogging. He shouldn't have been worried in the slightest. She was indeed tough. She did take on 4 Dawnguard after all.

But he couldn't help a certain feeling of doubt in his mind. "Nah, just nerves." He thought.

Or was it?

(OOC: I put in the fact that Helgen is ruined, whether you guys want a large bandit raid to be the cause, or indeed a dragon and have the dragonborn not exist or not EVER being met it's your choice. It happened relistically a year ago or so prior. :P Take your pick. I won't mention the cause of the wreckage when we pass. Just for canon and non-canon purposes. Aren't I thoughtful? :D)
 
Severus continued to mock Morrigan. At first his words really struck her but now Morrigan just finely tuned it out of her head and ignored anything he said. He tossed a bit of mead to her. She looked at it and frowned. Mead was the one thing she did not drink, ever.

Morrigan did not want to fall behind but as the other vampire lord beginning to get faster and faster, acting like a little child afraid of a storm, she knew she had to figure out something. That's when she remembered it. Back in whiterun, the sole reason she had been taken to dragonsreach in the first place. The scroll. She had stolen a spell scroll from the court steward because she was going to travel back to riften the next day. Morrigan stopped and checked inside her boot. There it was. She had folded it as many times as she could so that she could conceal it in her armor. She opened up the scroll and began to read the scriptures on it. Once she was finished she raised her other arm, and cast the spell a couple feet in from of her. In mere seconds, the spell had taken the form of a horse, glowing in purple just as summoned weapons did. She climbed on top of it and caught up with the vampire lords, riding to the side of Severus. She looked at him, smirked, and kept her eyes to the front of the road. Please.

OOC: I hope its alright that I added that new spell. I didn't think it would matter much only because its not exactly, godlike lol
 
Salthar grinned at his companions remarks to the woman. He heard Severus' horse catch up to him, and listened to his explanation. "Let me put it this way...if you weren't a fellow vampire, you'd still be in that house, rotting away" Salthar said coldly. He didn't mean to be rude, it was simply his way. The population of Falkreath had learned that lesson the hard and bloody way.

When asked about the Dominion, Salthar tensed slightly. He wanted to get it off his chest, and why not? "The Dominion isn't what the Nords and Empire make it out to be. Not every Dominion soldier is a Thalmor supporter, nor are they soulless killing machines. I fought in the Oblivion Crisis in the Dominion forces, and to preserve my own life, sided with the Thalmor...I was captured by the Empire after the battle of Red Ring Road, but an Imperial traitor set me and my brother free. After that, I returned to Alinor, was assigned to Skyrim as a Justiciar..where I met my wife. She had been stranded in Skyrim ever since the end of the war. We lived in Falkreath for a while before...nevermind" He amended hastily. That particular part of his history could stay in the dark for quiet a while yet.

"So, now you know what the Dominions like. Fair but strict, in a way of speaking" He rode in silence, and snow continued to fall, still small flakes, but the wind was beggining to whip them around with a fury.
 
Tera nodded to Runs-With-Phoneix. She ran even faster trying to get closer to town knowing that they might not survive the storm if they don't. She felt the cold slowly seep into her making it harder to run. Her hands soon became numb from holding Autumn and she wished to take a break to try and get warm. Though she knew if they stopped they might not be able to move again.
 
The guard that had tried to stop the men earlier was there again, no longer enthralled as he had been to let them pass.

"Halt!" He said gruffly holding out his hand. It was later into the morning and Phoenix could smell the mead on him from where she was standing, which was at least ten feet away. The guard stumbled towards them, a goofy smile pasted on his face as he saw the two of them holding children on their backs. "Why are there...things on your backs?" She frowned and opened her mouth only saying two words, "Be polite..." The guard grew rigid, his face bathed in fear.

"G-g-go ahe-ahead." He stammered as he back away holding his arms directing them across the bridge. He tripped on a rock and tumbled onto his back as he did so making Phoenix smirk as she ran past the buffoon and down into Riften. As she ran, hearing the young boy's softer breathing she knew he had fallen asleep, the Inn was just up ahead she knew with relief.

"Here's the Inn," she announced as she pushed the door open for the sisters to go in first, "I'll go find the innkeeper." She finished as she laid Q'sala down gently by the fire. She took the tunic off his shoulders and folded it so he would have a short of pillow. As she lifted up his furry head, he let out a little wisp of air as children often did when they were disturbed while asleep, but he settled into a deeper sleep with the pillow under his head. The shadows the fire cast danced across his sleeping face. Phoenix turned to the sister, "Come," she offered a seat before the young sleeping brother before she retreated into the back to find the innkeeper.
 
Tera stared after her for a minute then let Autumn down who seemed to be still awake but fighting off sleep. "You can sleep now Autumn," she whispered to her as she laid Autumn down beside her brother. She took off he tunic that they borrowed from Runs-With-Phoneix off of Autumn, and quickly used it as a pillow so she wouldn't lay her head on the hard floor.

She then sat in the chair, staring into the fire. She grew lost in thought as she recalled everything that happened that day. Not the first time they had to run from what they called home, she thought to herself. She felt her body warming up to the fire though she felt not one bit sleepy. She was used to not sleeping for long periods of time. Not because someone had to look after her siblings but becasue of the nightmares.

Some nights they semed so real that she thought she was back there... She shook her head to get rid of the memory.
 
Phoenix watched the oldest sister as she sat by the fire. She suddenly shook her head, as Phoenix herself often did to shake memories that started to creep up on her. Ones that she thought she had shaken long ago that acted just as persistent as the flies back in Blackmarsh. She's too young to be doing this on her own...she thought to herself as she started to return to the three in front of the fire. She walked briskly towards them, careful to make her steps extra light so the little ones didn't wake, and she flashed the key she held in her hand. The fire licked at her cold fingers as she stopped above the young children, inviting her to stay but she knew she couldn't relax yet.

"Stay here, I'll move them to the beds so you can warm up." You deserve that much, she wanted to add but didn't. In her own experience she thought the young girl wouldn't want her pity, and Phoenix didn't want to give it. So she kept quiet, her wide eyes taking in the exhausted look on her face but the unwillingness to succumb to sleep was clear in the Khajiit's eyes, and she picked up the children, one on each hip, and moved to unlock the room that was only a few feet away. She leaned down, sliding the key into the lock, listening gleefully as the familiar sound of tumblers falling rewarded her with the dark oak door swinging invitingly open.

She had requested the room with the largest bed, she could tell that it wasn't used often. The furs were still new looking instead of worn, which was good for keeping in the heat, and the small fire pit in the room was not completely blackened. This room wasn't normally open to strangers to Riverwood, but Phoenix had her connections. She left the door open and laid the Khajiit siblings on the bed, side by side, carefully. She rested their furry heads on the feather pillows and pulled the giant bear pelt cover over their cold bodies.

Autumn, the youngest she still insisted though she did not know for sure, sighed as she finally fell asleep. Phoenix couldn't help but watch them a little while as they slept. She ran a callused hand softly over each head, feeling the soft short fur under her scales, and smiled. She turned her lithe body away from them, with difficulty, and walked out of the room only to grab a piece of burning wood from the giant fire in the main room so she could light the left over wood in the pit. After she had deemed the fire suitable, she left again, closing the door softly behind her so the noise from others entering and leaving the Inn would not disturb them.

She returned to the young girl, after she went and paid for some cooked venison for the two of them. She sat down beside her, handing her a warm piece of the meat, with a smile on her scaly face.

"I suppose this would be a good time to gather your name, yes?" She asked in a soft tone as she bit into her meat savoring the taste. It had been a long day and the fire felt so good against the armor and the open scales on her hands and face. The yellow, orange, and red scales grew a bit darker with the flickering fire, mirroring it as they changed lightness and darkness with the shadows it cast onto them. Her wide open pupils grew even wider to obscure the already hard to see color of her eyes as she looked from the fire to the Khajiit. The sounds of clinking tankards and the song "Ragnar the Red" ringing around the room.
 
"Classy.." Severus muttered under his breath. It was a very rare spell and he only had heard of it once. Not that he was really into summoning spells. Usually he was interested in Illusion, Destruction and sometimes Restoration. He did have Conjuration class abilities, but only in raising the dead of course.

That was only because he was a Vampire Lord.

They were closing up on the ruins of Helgen now. There was a dirt road very close to the North face of the wall. "Probably for merchants or passing travelers or hunters." He thought. So they had their horses speed down the dirt road and on past Helgen, without any problems. There was a Stormcloak camp up ahead a ways and he told the others so, in warning that if any of one them had problems with the Stormcloaks in the past, obviously they weren't going to take them too lightly being close to their campsite. Severus honestly thought the reason maybe they kept their camps after the war was just to keep better security and that since there were already camps. After all, why not keep guards stationed there?

After that there was a winding downhill path that lead to Haemar's Shame.

They were now closing up near the path of the Stormcloak Camp, and they kept on, ignoring the two Stormcloaks that were standing guard to a nearby path. He had learned as long as you keep your eyes unmoving and kept going, you will do just fine with guards or officers. They usually didn't notice a thing.

When they successfully made it past them, Severus smirked quietly. Now all they had to do was deal with Bears and Sabercats. And maybe a troll. Maybe if they were lucky, they would get to Ivarstead and set up base there without any bad encounters.

That's what he hoped anyway.
 
Tera looked up at Runs-With-Phoenix as she sat down by the fire place. "My name is Tera," she muttered. She quickly glanced over at the door where her siblings lay then back to Runs-With-Phoenix. She felt her tired bones start to ache. Today has been too long, she thought as she heard her stomach rumble.
 
"Eat, Tera. I hear your stomach. The meat is not tainted, it is my gift to you for letting me help." She smiled a bit bigger offering her a bottle of mead. "The food and drink are good here, take whatever you like from the tables. They have more, and when you are ready to retire, the bed is big enough you can slip in next to your siblings." She shook the bottle of mead at her, asking her to take it with the motion, making the liquid make sloshing noises in the glass bottle.
 
Tera couldn't resist the mead anylonger. She grapped it quickly drinking some while at the same time moving with quick speed to some of the other empty tables. She grabbed as much as she could carry then sat back down. She put the mead down and started to eat with a ferocity. She finally felt her stomach quiet down snd to slowly fill back up again. It has been awhile since she had eaten like this. She felt safe with this Arognian. Maybe, it was because she helped them but she did not know why she felt so safe with her. Maybe time will tell, she thought.
 
Phoenix smiled as she watched Tera take the mead greedily. She had all the right in the world to eat and drink her fill while she could and Phoenix didn't mind footing the bill. She reached out a hand and rubbed Tera's back gingerly so as to not scare her by the contact.

"It's nice to see you eat." She rasped through her thick Blackmarsh accent before taking her hand back so she could eat the venison with both hands. She was quite hungry herself and Tera had been right. Autumn is lighter than Q'sala.
 
Tera paused in her eating to look at her, "What do you mean it is good to see me eat? I was fine," she lowered her head to look at the floor so Runs-With-Phoenix could not see the tears from the lie, "we were fine."
 
Salthar growled in annoyance as the howling wind whipped his hood off yet again. Leaning forward, he could barely see three metres ahead. "I hope we make it to Ivarstead soon" he muttered to himself, wiping snow off his face with a gloved hand. Both Severus and the female vampire were keeping up with him, and they were making good time. Salthar guessed another hour before they'd arrive. Or so he hoped. After all, the area around Ivarstead was notorious for it's concentration of trolls.
 
Phoenix stayed silent and continued eating. She knew enough to know that Tera didn't want very close attention at the moment. She listened to the fire crackle, and the other inhabitants as they stumbled around drunk.

"Whenever you feel the need to retire just go crawl into the bed with your siblings. They'll enjoy your company and I'll wake everyone tomorrow when we need to leave." She murmured to her before she took another bite of venison.
 
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