Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5583506-20151012022456

She had been right about the light not being from a natural light, but she had been wrong about it coming from a place of civilization. As she approached the flicker through the everlasting storms of snow a camp started to appear before her very eyes.

''A bandit camp... ''

And far too late had she realised that she had gotten close enough for them to take notice of her.

"Lookie there, lads!" said a Redguard with a beard trimmed to his jawline and completely covered in frost. "A nice piece of fur in this gods-forsaken cold!"

"Aye", snorted a Nord and wiped his nose. "Wouldn't mind getting myself into that..." He eyed Rikki from top to toe. "And under that, once I have had my way with her of course."

"Strip her of any gold before you do anything", said another Nord and loosened his axe from the belt.

Rikki slowly stumbled backwards, still keeping a keen eye on the bandits in case they tried any sudden movements. They were all so very alike, no matter from where they came or which race they belonged. So slowly began to remind herself of why she had the romantic preferences she did.

"Dammit!" she growled and collapsed backwards, falling into a pile of snow.

"Grab her while she is down", said the Redguard coldly. "Gunnar can get the first round."

Rikki hissed. "First round will be on Rikki", she replied threatingly as she suddenly seemed to disappear into the nothingness.

The Nord who had approched her suddenly stopped grinning and lowered his eyebrows. "Uhm... boss? The Khajiit twat is gone and I have no idea of where ARRRGH-"

The man's back suddenly seemed to snap in two, bending the top half of his body backwards in an unnatural fashion. Without his knowledge, Rikki had entered the invisible, "unphysical" world and cracked his spine from the inside. The Nord collapsed, shouting in unbelievable pain, leaving his two companions to staring in utter disbelief over what had just happened.

The other Nord readied a crossbow and aimed it wildly around the camp. Suddenly every rapidly falling snowflake seemed to be a potential enemy. "Just where is SHE?!"

He shouted out the last as he felt the crossbow in his hands give off a forceful twitch. He had unwillingly been turned around by an unseen force, unloading the bolt into his Redguard leader.

The shot man stared at him in confusion. "How did...?" He sank to his knee in the snow with a bolt buried deep into his left lung.

The Nord just shook his head and lowered his crossbow. "I don't... I don't know! I am sorry!"

The Redguard groaned and clutched at the bolt, trying to remove it, despite knowing the dangers of rupturing his own body while pulling out a projectile. The Nord froze up as he felt that someone had taken the courtesy of removing his hunting dagger from its leathery sheath. A little too late he felt the cold, icy bite across his throat, causing his entire jugular to explode into a grotesque fountain of blood cascades. He couldn't utter a single word, collapsing headlong into the snow without as much as having an idea of what had happened.

The Redguard wheezed, knowing fully that there was no recovery from this shot, and with his friends all dead there was no one there to aid him and heal him... except for the Khajiit of course... their presumed attacker.

She suddenly appeared before him out of nothingness, almost as if she had blended in with the ongoing blizzard.

He shrugged and coughed. "You are not so bad... for being a Khajiit", he grunted. "You got me pretty good."

"This one isn't a Khajiit", said Rikki and tossed the bloodied hunting knife before his knees. "This one is a Half-God."

"Half-God?" said the Redguard with a pained chuckle. "Well, I guess we barked up the wrong tree then? Funny that you should mention your identity, seeing as we were all heading south after being requested to hunt people like you down and capture them."

Rikki stared at the man as if he was worth little more than a bug beneath her feet. "This one knows", she said. "And likewise this one will destroy you all if that's what it will take for this one to be happy with Cat."

She had wanted to add Pierre, but after having seen him leave the temple, she had her doubts that she would ever see him again. Cat would without question be devastated. But one thing at a time...

"So, what will become of me?" asked the Redguard with a wheeze.

"What do you mean?"

"Will you kill me? I may perhaps be a scum of the world, but... I beg of you." He shook his head, clearly in pain. "Do not let me die slowly like this. If my blood-filled lungs doesn't kill me, the cold certainly will." He made a small nod to the knife before his knees. "Please..."

Knowing what his intentions with her feminine form had been the moment he had laid his eyes on her, Rikki hesitated, but she was not completely without mercy. She took up the knife and observed it for a moment, shifting her gaze between the sharp, bloody object and the kneeling man.

"Where do you want it?" she asked.

He closed his eyes in agony. "Anywhere quick. You don't have to leave a beautiful corpse, love."

Rikki nodded and thrusted the blade straight into the man's heart. He gave out a small shout of extreme pain as the blade went in, but his voice fell into a sudden silence when she gave the handle of the knife a firm twist. She then let go of the weapon, watching as the weight of it caused his kneeling body to fall out of balance and onto the ground where the snow was slowly given a fresh red dye, mixing the Redguard's blood with that of his companion. The Nord with the snapped back had fallen silent in the background. Three men lay dead, and she was still there with her bloodied head and her broken leg. It made her question her very identity as a Half-God. Had she not been the one whom she was, she would have undoubtedly been robbed, raped and murdered. Had she under any other circumstances been a normal Khajiiti woman she wouldn't have stood a chance against these fiends.

But she was the daughter of Nocturnal, and thus she had prevailed, even though by normal mortal means the odds had clearly been against her. She observed the snow turn red for a couple of minutes longer before she headed over to the center of their camp, sitting down by the roaring bonfire and holding her hands out over it, warming herself into a familiar pleasure.

The same pleasure she had felt whenever she had been sharing a bed with Cat...