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Strength and Hunger -TES5 Skyrim Dawnguard-
Prologue
The moon hadn't been this bright in a long time. Secunda lay low in the distance but Masser bulged out in front like it was swollen with blood...sweet, delicious, silky blood. I was already feeling it again. The Hunger. And Masser's red tint only made me think of it more, want it more. Though stuck in my ways, I ignored the rumble my stomach yelled at me and clenched my eyes tight, trying to imagine things were the way they were before. Before...I was a vampire.
The breeze blew by and shifted the stiff plants to rattle against their deadness. Serana was always so sad that her and her mother's garden had withered and decayed away in
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Chapter 1: Falling
70 years earlier...
...It drained passively, pooling up around the black back of those infernal creatures. I would eventually grow fond of them, but at the time I violently stabbed my sword into a Death Hound's muscle spazzing neck, and soon it was more still then the rocks around us. It swirled about my feet and I looked at it with disgust. Oh what a foreign substance it was to me then. Though I lived and breathed with it everyday of my life.
The Blood...Sticky, red, thick, fowl blood.
It tasted like Corundum and smelled like Iron. It was splashed everywhere as we all had just slashed our way through a few
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Chapter 2: A Visit Over Due
Goosebumps waved up and down my skin. A singular flake of fluffy frigid snow plopped happily on my nose. It sent the chills rippling through my spine...but it felt good. It always did.
At least it always did now. Cold had become one of my greatest companions. A silent friend. But a comforting one...
More specks of pure innocent white fluttered down around us. The snow always fell so gracefully in these mountains of Haafingar. It was seemingly a magickal dusting of the faint crystal foils that came from the cloudy sky. The wind was light and feathery. And it toyed with Serana's hair. Her luscious, dark, exquisit
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Chatper 3: Slide
The air between us was still, frozen, hung in stasis, as we trudged up the Druadach Mountains. It was daunting, taunting...haunting me. Not even was it the physical air. Atmospheric conditions stretched between me and my daughter but it was clouding, greying, and seethed a set of teeth. I could almost see the storm swirling in the few feet of distance we had with each other. It was barely visible. Though it was growing, growing and swelling. It fed my anxiety, that parasitic feeling that leeched from my insides.
I didn't want to fight with Lunia. It was all déjà vu. Almost a mirrored mimic of my own brannigan feu
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Chapter 4: Born again...(From death)
Netted, meshed webs, strings of cobs adhered from the corners, the dark walls and ceilings. Stone tangled in the spiders' leavings, dust taut into silky strings that lightly curtained almost every square inch of this abandoned half of Castle Volkihar. The Volkihar Undercroft.
Collections, hoards, mountainous mounds of bones and grime, deranged in pools of overcasted muck. Large crumbs of stony boulders stacked around, giving the whole area the atmosphere of a barren wasteland. A shell, empty hubness inhabited only by the remnants of the undead.
I was severely uneasy in this place. It was deserted beyon
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Chapter 5: ...From Death
"Oh my gosh! Raven!"
"Lass! Lass! RAVEN!"
"What could have happened? She looks paler than the moon!"
Their voices were so diluted, spoken through water, merely murmurs that riquocheted in the blackness. I could hear them, but only from some distant abyss.
I thought I blinked. But my eyes were not open.
I thought I spoke. But my voice did not vibrate.
I thought I screamed. But my mouth receded into my face and disappeared.
I was still unconcious.
Recollection is a funny thing. To recall, to remember, to reminisce. Something I cannot do when thinking about what happened after my consciousness gave out.
Howe
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Chapter 6: Messages
Silenced halls were a common thing in this still, stone, starless Castle Volkihar. The many of us meandering in and about the archways. Some working on whatever projects they had to keep themselves busy. Some fed, viciously, tearing into the mortals'...I mean humans' flesh like they hadn't fed in the 70 years I had known them. I could hear it, being there, the blood being squeezed from it's veins. Just a cornered look made my stomach churn. Jolt and yearn for the wonderful blasphemy of drinking it. Though I would not.
Fortunately my attention was diverted from the rolling bellows in my midsection.
Hestla emerged from a
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Chaper 7: Walker of Oblivion
I was lifeless in my stance, though restless in my onyx eyes. They were fixed upon the Khajiit down the hall, who stood several inches below her statuesque ex-Companion follower and friend. I had not quite seen them apart in years, though rarely did I make it a point to look for them at all. Hestla held such a grudge against me, as Ajira did, for they both had matched me and Celwean in combat. Even those two against at least 5 of us was not enough. To this day, I have no idea how Ajira had become the swiftest, most light footed Kha't I have ever met. She was quite the rival.
However, I had business with her.
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