She avoided their strikes by vanishing in a storm of bats again. Vilkas felt an unrelenting force pushing him away making him drop his greatsword. He fell heavily on the ground and the adrenaline started to disperse in his body. It was at this moment that he felt how bad his injures were. Despite his heavy armour and his Nordic resistance to magic, the spell had worked on him and he could feel his blood leaking inside of armour.
Unleash it. Unleash the beast if you want to live. It was his wolf who talked to him. But he couldn’t. Skjoll...Skjoll don’t know that I am a werewolf...
The wolf yelled in pain. The vampire had taken back her human form and her foot was on his hand, crushing it. Aside from her hood, the black rags that covered had been torn apart and she was nearly naked, even though her skin was coating with blood. Their blood. Vilkas’s eyes widened.
Skjoll!
He could hear the erratic beat of his arm. He was badly injured too.
You must unleash the beast if you want to save you... To save him!
“But... I can’t! If I do that he’ll... Sk-Skjoll will...” he babbled out.
The vampire tilted his head his monstrous eyes staring at Vilkas like if she could read through him.
“What...What in Oblivion are you....You fucking monster!”
He spat on her. Blood. It dropped on her cheek. He thought she would have licked it but she didn’t. He wondered why. Without a blink of eyes, he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder. Then he saw his greatsword stuck in. He yelled again.
“Vilkas!”
Skjoll. Oh no she-
“Skjoll! Run!” he cried out. “Leave me!”
She watched him then turned to face Skjoll, the moons revealing the paleness of her bare backside with their lights.
“Leave me and run!”
Skjoll didn’t listen to him. He charged at the undead. She avoided him easily and pinned him to the ground, mounting him. “SKJOLL!” screamed Vilkas.
Under his skin, the wolf scratched, bitted. I can’t. Skjoll don’t know.
Vilkas tried to stand up but he couldn’t. He had bled too much. He couldn’t watch it. I can’t watch my friend being killed under my eyes.
He wanted to close his eyes. To turn away from the scene. But his eyes were locked on hers, on her terrible red eyes. The shrieking wind blew and her ripped cloak cracked in the cold air. Vilkas shivered. It looked like the huge, onyx wings she had before. The vampire tore the slabs of Skjoll orcish armour with her bare hands. She bared his neck, touching it almost gently. “Don’t touch him! Skjoll!” screamed Vilkas.
She locked his eyes on him for a moment. He continued to scream “Don’t touch him! If you’ll do, I’ll rip you apart, can you hear me?!” his voice was raspy and he spat more blood. “Don’t touch him! Skjoll! SKJOLL!”
Skjoll didn’t even look at him. He was looking at her and held his breath. Vilkas could feel his heart. It was growing weak. He did loose lots of blood too.
“Skjoll!”
Unleash the beast.
“No... Please...No!” screamed Vilkas.
The tip of her tongue rolled over his neck. “Skjoll!!”
She revealed her fangs.
“He saved you from me.” Was all she said to him before sinking her fangs into Skjoll’s neck.
“SKJOLL!”
He heard it. The carotid that breaks under the canines. The sound of the pouring blood inside the throat of the one who drinks like if he was thirsting.
He felt it. The heart that beats the pace of the caught prey. The predator’s noises of delight.
He saw it. The way the predator devours. The way the prey shivers.
And then he heard no more. Felt no more. Saw more. The predator vanished in the night and the prey laid one the stone. Agonizing, with two holes in its neck.
Unleash the beast.
And so he did. The skin tore apart and the limbs extended, smashing his wolf armour apart. The fur grew on his body, covering his skin. Nails to claws, teeth to fangs, man to wolf. Vilkas threw himself on Skjoll and quickly bite his paw to let his blood spill to Skjoll’s open mouth.
“Drrrrrink Skjoll...”
Few minutes after, a storm of black fur rose then ravaged its way to Whiterun under the lunar gazes of Masser and Secunda.
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [3.2/?]
Unleash it. Unleash the beast if you want to live. It was his wolf who talked to him. But he couldn’t. Skjoll...Skjoll don’t know that I am a werewolf...
The wolf yelled in pain. The vampire had taken back her human form and her foot was on his hand, crushing it. Aside from her hood, the black rags that covered had been torn apart and she was nearly naked, even though her skin was coating with blood. Their blood. Vilkas’s eyes widened.
Skjoll!
He could hear the erratic beat of his arm. He was badly injured too.
You must unleash the beast if you want to save you... To save him!
“But... I can’t! If I do that he’ll... Sk-Skjoll will...” he babbled out.
The vampire tilted his head his monstrous eyes staring at Vilkas like if she could read through him.
“What...What in Oblivion are you....You fucking monster!”
He spat on her. Blood. It dropped on her cheek. He thought she would have licked it but she didn’t. He wondered why. Without a blink of eyes, he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder. Then he saw his greatsword stuck in. He yelled again.
“Vilkas!”
Skjoll. Oh no she-
“Skjoll! Run!” he cried out. “Leave me!”
She watched him then turned to face Skjoll, the moons revealing the paleness of her bare backside with their lights.
“Leave me and run!”
Skjoll didn’t listen to him. He charged at the undead. She avoided him easily and pinned him to the ground, mounting him.
“SKJOLL!” screamed Vilkas.
Under his skin, the wolf scratched, bitted. I can’t. Skjoll don’t know.
Vilkas tried to stand up but he couldn’t. He had bled too much. He couldn’t watch it. I can’t watch my friend being killed under my eyes.
He wanted to close his eyes. To turn away from the scene. But his eyes were locked on hers, on her terrible red eyes. The shrieking wind blew and her ripped cloak cracked in the cold air. Vilkas shivered. It looked like the huge, onyx wings she had before.
The vampire tore the slabs of Skjoll orcish armour with her bare hands. She bared his neck, touching it almost gently.
“Don’t touch him! Skjoll!” screamed Vilkas.
She locked his eyes on him for a moment. He continued to scream
“Don’t touch him! If you’ll do, I’ll rip you apart, can you hear me?!” his voice was raspy and he spat more blood. “Don’t touch him! Skjoll! SKJOLL!”
Skjoll didn’t even look at him. He was looking at her and held his breath. Vilkas could feel his heart. It was growing weak. He did loose lots of blood too.
“Skjoll!”
Unleash the beast.
“No... Please...No!” screamed Vilkas.
The tip of her tongue rolled over his neck.
“Skjoll!!”
She revealed her fangs.
“He saved you from me.” Was all she said to him before sinking her fangs into Skjoll’s neck.
“SKJOLL!”
He heard it. The carotid that breaks under the canines. The sound of the pouring blood inside the throat of the one who drinks like if he was thirsting.
He felt it. The heart that beats the pace of the caught prey. The predator’s noises of delight.
He saw it. The way the predator devours. The way the prey shivers.
And then he heard no more. Felt no more. Saw more. The predator vanished in the night and the prey laid one the stone. Agonizing, with two holes in its neck.
Unleash the beast.
And so he did. The skin tore apart and the limbs extended, smashing his wolf armour apart. The fur grew on his body, covering his skin. Nails to claws, teeth to fangs, man to wolf. Vilkas threw himself on Skjoll and quickly bite his paw to let his blood spill to Skjoll’s open mouth.
“Drrrrrink Skjoll...”
Few minutes after, a storm of black fur rose then ravaged its way to Whiterun under the lunar gazes of Masser and Secunda.
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