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Aela felt the blood thinning in her veins, pooling back into a sea of vibrant clarity as the Forsworn's body slumped along the jagged metal that bit through his chest and sliced the crooked obsidian arteries. Their scattering pulses spluttered into stillness. "Hmmph." The Huntress' hum was low...

Aela's victory was short-lived; the tides of battle may have favoured her and the khajiit, but the majority of the blood-seeking servants of the Old Gods had sought the dawnguard first, and he'd faced the greater number. Unsurprising, his armoured heavyset frame would instil the most threat--and...

Aela's arrows continued in their relentless discharge, the fury of the wilds carving through the winds with a whistling almost reminiscent of a wolf's grow. She'd planned to keep up the assault for as long as possible; well this was it. The khajiit danced a deadly routine through stray bone saws...

Aela danced back as the tingling of a stray, purring voice tickled the undersides of her ears. With the former blood-rage red peeling back into cunning calculation, she now noticed the spectator supplanted beside the rock. She grimaced, both resolute in the face of the roaring horde and off-put...

Aela's swiftness with the blade and agile ferocity earned her the upper hand in a contest of dazzling skill that plied her strengths against his, silver on skyforge steel clashed in a sparkling match of wills. The dawnguard warrior was pushed back, taking strikes that spelled his end if...

Aela's eyes flashed with the briefest panic, her shot was robbed by a blind bolt she dashed aside to avoid. The whistling soared past keen ears and the silver-tip embedded within a towering tree just inches away, the shower of splinters a grim reminder of the power of Dawnguard technology. In...

The misty silence that blanketed the Reach's plains was deafening. So deafening that the piercing winds now rent asunder by a soaring bolt was a high-pitched whistle that burrowed into Aela's skull like the bell's of Whiterun. Time itself seemed to distort, her eyes stretching through the veil...

Okatsu's smirk twinkled into her eyes as the heat of Ezrin's flame bathed her hands in a warm comfort. "Thank you, Erzrin." Her gratitude was earnest, her hands had been freezing clutched to the cool wooden bow in her frenzied training volley. Even this slight warmth was a blessing. "There's...

Aela smiled mirthlessly, the carved wooden bow was weightless in her hands. "The Forsworn are as likely to butcher you as they are me, Dawnguard." She hit back with a tint of venom, strands of red hair fluttered in the wind shielding the vampire hunter from her glare. "But only one of us has the...

Markarth’s claustrophobic bustle made the Huntress sick. She missed the cheerful presence of Whiterun’s market, the beating of Eorlund’s hammer upon the twinkling skyforge, the rascal children zipping about the beautiful streets with happiness and excitement. This "City" was more a glorified...

Azula's hand shot out to sweep her brother's fire from the Avatar's mysteriously oversized beast, wincing slightly as the flames came dangerously close to an off-guard Azula who couldn't use her feet or agility when mounted atop Appa's tail. With a break in Zuko's assault, sh perched herself...

"Are you leaving with the other refugees?" Okatsu asked, a small frown pulling on cold cheeks. She offered a warm grin as the other woman took her hand, earning a small squeeze from the young noble. "I've not decided if I want to go..." She caught her own indecision with a gentle shake of the...

Whistling winds howled past Okatsu's ears, her left eye flattened slowly, the pitched sound clamoured closer still, the tassel of her bow fluttered lightly in defiance of the breeze. A metaphorical symbol, for she was the tassel, and Sozin the indomitable wrath of nature. She opened her eye for...

Azula's plan to steel off with the Avatar was foolproof enough, though she had expected to do so on the deck of a Fire Nation Battleship. Not an 'Appa'. She sighed, the firebender had no time to absorb the impact of his weak protestations, Zuko may not have been a threat, but she wanted to deny...

Zuko's resistance was filled with misplaced heart, it was almost admirable, if his talents weren't so basic. Her hands sliced the air through Zuko's counter attack, swatting the sputtering orange flames away with ease. "Is it?" She pressed, her attacks ceaseless in their aggression, "If father...

Azula's eyes widened with realization, Zuko's hands roamed over the crested arrow hanging down the young boys head--the unmistakable mark of an Airbending master. He was just a child, had the Avatar been frozen for all this time? She felt shock make way for cunning; surprise transformed to...

"Well well well," The girl smirked with intrigue, rapping restless knuckles against the metal that held her back. "It's not every day you stumble on a frost-entombed lights show, is it?" She rhetorically asked her brother, who was so gripped by eagerness that he'd already scrambled to the...

"Please, Zuzu." Azula rolled her eyes at Zuko, "How on earth do you expect to best the avatar if you can't even handle a small chill?" Her arms folded lazily as she leaned against the ship's wall, eying the ripples in the water as the metal carved through the waves which splashed on the deck...