Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-5583506-20150206222942

When Victoriane came to her senses again she was completely numb. She was lying out in the cold with her eyes half-closed. It was cold. She could barely feel her own fingers... or any part of her body for that matter. Some of Winterhold's villagers approached her with torches.

"Is she alive?" she heard someone say in the faraway distance.

"Don't know. She is so still."

She could feel some warmth as a pair of fingers touched her throat. "She does have a pulse. Though it is vague. We need to get her inside."

"Crazy mages", muttered another voice. "What the hell was she trying to do out here in the cold night? Get some sleep? She would have frozen to death by morning!"

She felt someone carry her, though she was as limp as a ragdoll and her head was hanging over the arm. "I will look after her", said the voice carrying her.

It was a deep and mysterious voice, she thought.

"You sure, stranger?" asked another one. "Shouldn't we turn her over to the college? It's their job to keep track of their own people, after all. Not ours."

"I said I will look after her", repeated the deep voice.

"Fine then. Have it your own way."

As Victoriane turned her head to look upon her saviour, she was stricken with fear. Underneath her saviour's hood there was nothing but an intense darkness. And from within that darkness a set of glowing red eyes stared back at her. A vicious, fanged smile glimmered in the shadows.

She swallowed and tried to scream, but no voice left her lips. She was as good as dead...