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Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

Common sense had told her to pull back from the blow, and yet Enza's body refused to yield. She'd essentially thrown herself forward, throwing both reason and caution to the freezing winds. And, in the end, the girl paid dearly for her recklessness. Her clumsy swing was a clear miss, her opponent seemingly taking only the faintest of efforts to dodge the attack. And unfortunately for Enza, the vampiress was smart enough to go in for a counter. Unlike before, the girl didn't have the opportunity to dodge. The weight of the blade kept her feet rooted, and if she tried to move Enza knew that she'd end up stumbling over her own two feet. This time, the attack struck head-on. As the dagger burrowed deep, her broken armor no longer an obstacle, the the effects became apparently almost immediately. Though she did not yet feel pain, the girl's body became wrapped in a deathly cold. Her eyes were as wide as could be, her legs quickly growing numb as life poured from the wound. She...no...no! There was nothing before her now, only a blurry mess of colors and shapes. Her mind was starting to crumble as unconsciousness began to take hold, the girl able to utter only one final before her legs gave out. ...how? And with that, darkness clouded her vision. She stumbled forward, right towards the vampiress.
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

Katherine could practically feel her victory as the dagger penetrated Enza's armor and plunged into already injured flesh. Blood washed over her silk gloves, not like she cared. Victory was hers! Releasing the hilt of her blade, Katherine stepped back calmly. Because you were incompetent, the vampire replied coldly as Enza swayed on her feet. She could practically see the life drain from her opponent each second Enza approached death's cold embrace. The vampire caught Enza as the woman fell forward laying her down on the cold floor, plucking the blade from her abdomen and licking the blood from the metal. She took a few seconds to savor the metallic liquid, knowing that her vampire blood would revive Enza so long as the woman had a dab of life in her. Once the blade was clean, Katherine used it to draw some of her own blood and dripped some into Enza's mouth, using just enough to heal the human's wounds while keeping her unconscious. With a little smile, the vampire carried Enza downstairs to her dungeon. The dungeon was cold, dank and dark. All the torches had long since burned out, and while Enza would have difficulty seeing anything the vampire didn't have any such disabilities. Looking at the rack in the far corner, Katherine decided to secure the girl there. She used the metal cuffs to secure Enza's wrists and ankles in place, before tightening the slack on the chains until the human was stretched uncomfortably in the metal contraption. Now she just had to wait for Enza to wake up.
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

Am...I dead...? A consciousness returned and Enza's senses reawoken, that the first thing on the young lady's mind. All around her the only thing she could see was darkness, a black abyss that held not even a sliver of warmth within. The wound upon her stomach had died down into a steady ache, and as she tried to budge both her arms and legs refused, a slight rattling able to be heard during her attempts. Her body felt almost...stretched, her muscle aching a tad as she tried to budge. Just what was this...? Was this really some kind of afterlife? Or...wait... wait ... Oh no, Her heart nearly skipped a bit, her stomach dropping as the sudden realization hit her. She wasn't dead, but now that she thought about it Enza probably would've preferred such a fate. Where are you!? Her voice was nearly a snarl by this point, the rattling of steel echoing throughout the nearly empty dungeon as she tried to struggle. I'll kill you!
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

Kill? Me? Katherine replied with a chuckle, amused that a mortal bound to a rack dared threaten her. I'm not sure you understand dear, you are currently chained to a rack, fully exposed and - quite frankly - indebted to me. If I hadn't given you my blood, you would have died a nobody on the cold stone floor. Show some respect to your savior, hmm? Another laugh echoed through the empty dungeon, and suddenly the nearby torches came to life. The pitch within them ignited once more, catalyzed by her magic. Good luck getting out of those restraints by the way, the vampire remarked, her voice drowning Enza in mockery. I devised them to hold centuries old vampires, so a mere mortal such as yourself couldn't break out of them in a million years. Standing up from the stool that she rested in, Katherine walked up to her captive and gently caressed the woman's face with a blood-stained, silk clad hand. I noticed how your body responded when you first saw me, the vampire purred, her voice sensual yet very dangerous. Her eyes were no longer glowing, instead they were a natural crimson color. It made the old vampire look eerily human. I noticed the blush that rose on your cheeks. I wonder, were you undressing me in your mind? Imagining how I might do in bed? Are you so perverted that you would allow yourself to feel some level of attraction to someone you consider a monster? Or is that monster truly just a beautiful, superior being that you foolishly challenged and lost to?
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

As the woman drew close, as her soft hand gently trailed down Enza's face, the young woman could feel to her horror that faint blush slowly creeping back up onto her cheeks. As much as she tried to deny it, the vampiress's words certainly held a measure of truth. The creature before her was a monster, there was no other way of seeing it, and yet during their initial confrontation Enza had felt a peculiar sensation fluttering in her chest, something she hadn't felt in God knows how long. She was pale by this point, biting at lip as she tried to give her captor a look that seemed malignant and yet only came off as confused. ...I... Her voice was caught up in her throat, the girl's breathing slowly speeding up as she tried to think up at some kind of way to challenge the vampire's words. Not only for the sake of, metaphorically, spitting in the monster's face but to also give Enza herself even a slight measure of reassurance. Something, anything . Go to hell, And in the end, that was all she was able to scrounge up. A paltry insult that wouldn't even drive a child to tears. She was feeling clammy now, a fluttering sensation in her belly. This was really it, wasn't it? She wouldn't see her master again, she wouldn't be able to see any of the friends she made. She was just going to die, up here on these frozen cliffs with no one but her soon-to-be murderer. Her leather armor rustled a tad as she straightened herself back out, looking back up towards her captor. Get it over with, She spoke, voice a hiss, Kill me. Savor your little victory,
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

Katherine laughed as she watched that blush return to Enza's pale face. The look only amused the vampire even more it was the least threatening glare she had ever received. The supposed insult didn't help her either. Oh really, is that the best you can do? Katherine mocked as she grabbed the girl's chin. Is that the most offensive thing you can come up with my dear? What happened to the confident girl that so boldly challenged me, signing me off as easy prey? What happened to ending my life? Laughing once again, Katherine released the girl's chin and walked off to a dark corner, searching for her collection of whips. Oh no, I'm not going to kill you, the woman replied as she returned with a long bull whip. No, your fate is worse than death. With each sentence, the vampire lashed out with the whip, using her strength to cut through the leather that protected the girl. You will be broken... Crack! ...toyed with and enslaved... Crack! ...and then turned by me, and forced to prey on those you once considered friends and family! Crack!
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

She saw the whip coming, she tried to brace for it, and when the tip finally collided the girl had to try to damndest not to scream every expletive in the book. Even with the armor, it felt like fire licking her skin. Enza could feel the tears of pain starting to build up in her eyes, mouth tasting like copper as she down on her tongue. And, unfortunately, that was hardly the end of it. The vampiress's threats were just blurs of slurred speech as the whip continued to crack down again and again, her captor giving her only enough time to realize the nearly unbearable pain before she ended up bringing the whip right back down. She could feel it starting to slice through what remained of armor, and it even began to cut through the tunic beneath as well. Argh...ah... She couldn't scream, she couldn't. Her face was already wet with tears of pain, and her clothing was torn up by the constant attacks. She'd already fallen far enough, and screaming would only solidify her position. She couldn't...she couldn't ... They'll find you... She managed to choke out a sentence, ...they'll kill you...you'll...regret everything ...
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

One last crack echoed through the dimly lit dungeon before Katherine set the whip aside. Oh no dear, the vampire whispered, her voice low, dangerous yet sensual. Your friends? Family? They're no match for me. They're no match for my guards. They will find themselves in the exact same position you're in right now. Bound and at my mercy. Snickering confidently, Katherine raked her fingers across the broken parts of Enza's armor, making sure to claw at her skin. Such fragile creatures you are, she remarked snidly right before tearing off Enza's armor and even her cloth tunic. Fabric ripped, leather cracked and tore until quite literally nothing remained on Enza's body. Even under layers of armor, you mortals are easy to defeat. Katherine's mood changed considerably as she gently caressed Enza's cheek. The bloodied silk left stains on Enza's face, light yet morbid. You don't have to scream, she remarked with a little grin. Your tears are enough. Chuckling, Katherine brushed away some of the tears before kissing the girl's bloodied cheek, savoring the thin layer of blood.
Thread: The Castle upon the Cliff

Ugh...uh... Her mind hazy with both pain and humiliation, Enza could barely even form a coherent thought. She felt herself recoiling as the vampiress drew her nails across her body, the cracked leather and torn tunic being peeled away to reveal the bruised skin beneath. Her face was soaked by tears from the torture at this point, her chest rising and falling as she tried to get a breath. How could this happen? How !? She'd been trained by one of the finest hunters of this century, she'd studied hundreds of books. Of course, she'd always been victim to criticism but still . How could things just got so wrong?! Even death would've been preferable... As the last of the clothing was pulled away, leaving the girl as bare as a newborn, Enza was quick to see that the vampiress was not yet done with the humiliation. Indeed, as the silk-clad hand gently ran down her cheek the girl could feel herself almost craving the whip instead. At the very least, she'd be able to grit her teeth and bear it. But this...? She shuddered as the vampire gently pressed her lips to the girl's cheek, the woman trying her damnedest to keep her eyes locked on the blood-splattered stone below. This really was all over, wasn't it? Locked away in some damp dungeon, becoming nothing more than a vampire's plaything. The chains chaffed at her wrists as she gave them a slight tug, her stomach growing taught as she continued to be stretched by the rack. I wasn't supposed to die like this... The girl whispered, voice barely a hiss, ...I was supposed to kill you, I was supposed to be the hero for once,
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

The streets of Dawnstar were dark and dank, dusted with light snow that blew mercilessly in the biting wind. A lone figure slinked through side streets, avoiding the city guard. She held no torch, seemed to carry no weapon. Other than a heavy black cloak, the feminine figure wore a hood that concealed her face and stark white hair, and form-fitting armor that glinted slightly in the pale moonlight when it reached her, failing to shine fully behind the clouds. Soon, shouts and orders were issued, a half-frozen dead body having been found floating in the water. Was foul play suspected? No, it seemed the poor sod had either fallen in a drunken stupor or killed himself. Inara smiled slightly, slowly making her way to the opposite side of the town, toward the edge of town. She kept to the darkest streets, crouching low when she had to, to avoid being seen. No one would ever know that the Dunmer assassin was lurking in the streets, killing off those who owed the Brotherhood dues. The tendrils of darkness seemed to shroud her movements and muffle her every step. Perhaps her armor was enchanted to hide her, but not all were fooled by the darkness. Indeed, there were some who might see through the obsidian night.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

J' Ziri, a Khajiit thief watched as the guards crowded around the body. None of them knew what had really happened and it amused him. As a member of the Thieves Guild he was not in the practice of killing his marks but he had to appreciate the art. Hidden from view on one of the many roofs around the inlet he had seen everything. The Dark elf woman stabbing the man in the back then sealing the wound with magic before dumping the body in the freezing ocean. Although he disliked the cold J' Ziri had become somewhat used to it over the 3 years he had spent in Skyrim. That said he was still uncomfortable staying still in the frozen night so he departed his perch and started after the assassin, hoping to blackmail her and earning some gold. He saw her a few hundred paces ahead of him, his Night Eye making it very easy to see in the dark. The elf hadn't noticed his approach, which was good for him. He didn't want to startle a member of the Dark Brotherhood. They were dangerous when you don't see them coming but even more deadly when you try to get the drop on them, so he slowly got closer to his mark, moving with complete silence until he stepped on a dry twig, producing a loud crack. Not knowing anything else to do J' Ziri jumped behind a tree hoping the assassin hadn't seen him and passed the noise off as some animal in the woods.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

Inara turned swiftly at the sound, tracing her steps backwards, boldly, needing to make sure she hadn't been tailed. Catching a slight glimpse of movement in the dull light. Had she been able to see as well as J'Ziri, she'd have seen his footprints and continued pursuit, instead, after glancing around slightly, she was almost completely sure that everything was clear. She murmured something under her breath and pulled a poultice from her belt. An invisibility potion. An expensive one. She sipped from it and her figure disappeared in the darkness, she walked away, leaving only the faintest of footprints in her wake, keeping to whatever ground wasn't snow covered when she could to avoid leaving too much of a trail. It wasn't until she approached a dilapidated, small shack that the potion wore off, and she slipped inside. Smoke escaped the small chimney, and had there been any windows, a slight glow would be apparent from within. Here, Inara would stay tonight.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

J' Ziri watched from behind the tree. Upon seeing the woman turn and vanish, he continued pursuit, keeping one eye on the ground so he wouldn't step on any more twigs. Difficult as it would be for someone who had not had his training, he kept up with the invisible woman without the slightest hickup. As they reached the end of their journey, J' Ziri saw the shack, smoke curling out of the chimney, probably a brotherhood safehouse. He waited until the woman was inside before approaching the door and placing his ear to the rough wood, trying to hear what the woman was up to. After hearing nothing for minutes he figured the woman had gone to sleep so he pulled out his lockpicks and picked the lock silently, opening the door with a very faint creak. Upon entering the shack he saw a fireplace, fire blazing, and a table with some junk chairs but the woman was not in his line of sight. He looked around.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

Next to the doorway was a tall book case filled with random goods, out of J'Ziri's line of sight, Inara sat perched atop it. A Khajiit? What an interesting turn of events. The dark elf smirked slightly, dropping down behind him as soon as he stepped into the single-room shack, holding an ebony dagger to his throat. Why are you following me, kitten? I have no quarrel with your kind, and I've not killed any of your feline brethren recently.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

The hair on the back of J' Ziri's neck stood up. How could he have missed the bookcase, and worse than that, he had his back to a potential enemy, one who was more than likely thinking of a way to dispose of him. He stood perfectly still, the only movement was the slight swaying of his tail, something he had learned to do to calm himself long ago but to anyone watching it would look like he was balancing. Many Khajiit have fallen to the dark brotherhood, but that is not why I made pursuit. I saw you kill the Breton man. J' Ziri said, just loud enough for the elf to hear. He didn't want to say it but the truth seemed his best bet of getting out of this alive.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

Posting from my phone for this so sorry if there are any mistakes. Inara listened to the Khajiit speak, amused by his threat. He had indeed seen her slay the Breton, it seemed. How else would he have possibly guessed the race of her target? A low, cold chuckle escaped her lips. If you were to try to kill me as vengeance for his death, my brethren will come for you. Why would you be so foolish as to cross one of the Dark Brotherhood? She pushed him forward into the room, pulling the door to shut with her foot. The room itself was sparsely furnished as he had noticed, but that was what made it so easy to clean up. Give me a reason why I should not kill you.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

J' Ziri felt a fear he had not felt in a long time, ever since he was young in fact. He knew she would kill him if he didn't give her the answer she wanted but at the same time he didn't know what that answer could be, so he remained silent, standing perfectly still. I have no intention of killing you, as for why you should keep me alive, I did just track you all the way here, and you didn't even notice. That has to say something about my abilities. J' Ziri said, hoping this would be enough to peak her interest, at least long enough so that he could ensure his survival.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

The lady assassin pondered his words. The kitten spoke the truth, he was skilled to track her even when she used the invisibility potion. He'd make a good recruit for the Brotherhood. Should her superior, Astrid, find him worthy somehow, that is. It is wise of you to decide killing me is not the correct course of action. She murmured, knife held firmly against his throat. Are you suggesting that all of this was simply to join the Dark Brotherhood? She chuckled. Your skills belie the idea that you are not affiliated with some kind of order.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

J' Ziri paused. He had no intention of joining the dark brotherhood but he knew that the Thieves guild had some strong connections in it, and if he became a member he might learn some things to advance in the guild. He felt the knife against his throat and knew if he did not answer correctly he would never be seen again. He took in a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Becoming one of the Dark Brotherhood was not my intention, Khajiit are not the kind to join such an organization. However given these circumstances it is an interesting proposal, and you are correct in assuming my affiliation, as a member of the Thieves guild. J' Ziri said in a calm voice, though he was far from calm at this point and even his tail exercises were not helping him.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

Inara took pause. I see. She let him go. Our guilds are occasionally collaborators, should the need arise as such. I would prefer to not cause trouble with your people as well. The dark elf walked around the Khajiit, eyeing him, calculating everything she saw with her ruby eyes. I will let you live, on the condition that you speak to no one about what you saw tonight. If someone comes after me for what transpired, I will assume it was you. And I will find you. She smirked slightly. That, you can be absolutely sure of... Inara paused again. And one other thing. The dark elf added, pausing to let him consider her words. She wanted him to ask what she wanted, to be at her mercy.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

J' Ziri took in the elf's words. His life for his silence sounded like a good deal to him, he had never intended to speak about this to anyone, only to use it for personal gain so in his mind he came out pretty well. Her last words though had sent his mind tumbling. 'what did she want. Why didn't she just say it? Was she playing psychological games with him?' he thought to himself, determined not to fall for the trick if that was what this was, so he remained silent, hoping that she would just tell him and that he wouldn't have to ask being at another's mercy was not a position he wanted to put himself in, especially when the other person was a member of the most powerful assassination groups in all of Tamriel.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

I need you to assist me, kitten. Only for tonight, or perhaps in the future should you impress me. Her ruby eyes searched his face as she stepped closer to him, reaching out and playing with one of his ears, knowing it was a sensitive spot for his kind. I have been away from my brethren for too long, and I have needs. Her grin took a slightly malicious turn. If you allow me to bed you, not only will I let you live, but I will pay you handsomely...I have always wanted to play with a kitten like you, I'm sure your skills in tracking and physical prowess reflects in your skills in bed. She stepped close, her impressive bossom meeting his chest. If you refuse, though, I can't guarantee your safety..
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

J' Ziri's tail twitched as the elf touched his ear. He hadn't had a mate in years, the thieves guild frowned upon that kind of thing between its members. As he thought about bedding this pretty elf it didn't really seem that bad of an idea. He would probably be able to satisfy her and himself as well as make her see that he was a competent lover. I will indeed share your bed with you. J' Ziri said, his tail flicking in anticipation.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

Inara smirked. Good choice, little kitten... She grabbed his arm, leading him to her bed, which was off in the corner of the room. Take off your trousers, and sit. she said, slowly removing her cloak and her armor, tossing the dagger onto the nearby table. If you try anything, I have more ways to kill than just a dagger, kitten...
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

J' Ziri began to remove his pants but then looked up at the elf. It was starting to annoy him that she kept calling him 'kitten' when he was going on his 26th winter. My name is J' Ziri elf, he said in a very authoritative tone. He had not liked to be called 'kitten' even when he was younger, and at least in the guild he was addressed by either name or rank.
Thread: Cold Dawn (Mandii/Danible)

The assassin smirked. Don't like being called Kitten? That's a shame, I rather think it suits you. She chuckled softly. J'Ziri then. I am Inara.. Now take off your trousers. Quickly. She prompted him, her ruby eyes nearly aflame in the low fire's light. I am a woman of great patience in all matters but this.