User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Skyrim Dragon Zombie A lost anonymous

Prompt:

You are the dohvakiin. while trudging along the soul cairn, you heard a woman's voice saying "i have finally found you dovahkiin!!!! you have slain me once, now you will pay for it!!" and then lands not a dragon, but a pale-skinned woman with dragon-like wings at her back. and armor which is akin to that of dragonbone/dragonscale armor (albeit a little too revealing one at that)

(Redguard female, heavy armour dragonbone, daul wield dragonbone sword/dagger, restoration, werewolf)

I look at the figure before me, swords out and ready.

"I don't think I know you." The woman chuckles, something off about her voice.

"Of course you don't. I was just a poor dragon, my bones and scales added to your collection. My soul lost to your power. I want it back." Her eyes narrow, the almost vapid expression on her face focusing. I look at her in confusion.

"If you don't have your soul, then how are you here?" She shakes her head, scowling.

"This is only a fragment of myself. You have the rest, and I need it back!" She stamps the ground like a petulant child, except for the small tremor her strength produces.

"Even if I wanted to, I don't know how to give your soul back. And, by the nine, could you tell me why you look like that? It's... embarrassing to look at you." She tilts her head, confusion on her face, before understanding clears it.

"O-oh! Right, this form." She sultrily strokes her sides, running her hands down to those wide hips. "It was a gift, from the Lady who found me. She said if I got my soul back, she'd give me everything my new body could ever need." She shudders with a smile on her face, and I can't help but feel... warm. Something about her presence, it's hitting me like a cloak of fire, but directed to my sensitive places. Gods, if Ysolda was here....

I shake my head, clearing the thought from my mind. I couldn't afford to be distracted before a dragon fight. Whatever daedric influence had affected this dragon and twisted them wasn't my concern. Just defeating them. I shout for my elemental fury, whirling winds enveloping my blades and arms.

I close the short distance between us and swing with wild speed. She endures it for a moment, trying and failing to react in time for my enchanted strikes. As I feel the effect starting to wane, and her own claws taking their toll, I sheathe my dagger, pull back and cast a circle of turn undead, hoping for a chance to heal. Just as I feel the resotrative powers of my healing spell suffuse me, I watch as she casually steps through the barrier between us, her skin lighting with pale flames that seem to do little to dissuade her.

Guess that shouldn't surprise me. I think, remembering the draugr deathlords who charged me through the ring time and time again.

As she closes I shout bend time. As time slows around me I use one last burst of healing, before going back on the offensive, breaking passed her slowed defences and cutting deep with each swing. The short lived shout wears off, and she takes another furious swipe at me, knocking me back with it's force.

Finally she draws in for a shout of her own, and I hear the words of soul tear. Bracing for the shout, I prepare my spells to recover, but am caught off-guard as, instead of the purple wave I expected, a dark smoke pours from her mouth. I breathe in a gasp of the fog before sprinting out of it.

Coughing I stagger out of the fog, when my opponent tackles me from the side, sending my blades scattering. I clench my fist and bring it up to her face, the enchantment and my own skill adding extra force to the blow, but not enough to lift her off of me.

"Now, give. Me. My. Soul!" She shouts, more of the dark fog spilling out from the corners of her mouth. I can still feel it's effects draining my strength and magicka. I used the become ehteral shout and passed out of her grip, rushing to grab my sword.

As I spun back to my opponent, she was smiling. I stared her down as I waited for the shout to wear off, and as I felt myself returning to solidity, I rushed forward. She couldn't have much more left. I came in swinging again, my armour doing it's job and warding off the worst of the blows, while my blade cut through her own bone-like armour. She fell to her knees after only a few more blows. I stood over her, my victory near, but my body shaky.

I took a two-handed grip on my blade and brought it down on her neck. Moments before it made contact I felt something hit me from behind, sending me tumbling to the ground. I lost consciousness moments later.

I wake to find myself chained, my armour stripped and my pack lost. I growl as flashbacks of Helgen run through my mind. Looking around I see the dragon talking to someone, a woman with pale, almost white skin, wings, horns, and a long, sinuous tail ending in a spaded tip.

"So, what kind of daedra dares to mess with me this time?" I ask, trying to force my way out of the chains. If I injured myself doing it I could heal it later. The daedra looks over at me with a smile.

"Oh, you're awake. For a moment I thought little Zulri had taken too much from you." i looked over at the dragon, smirking.

"Well, you make a fine pet, don't you?" She growled at me, but the woman shook her head.

"Darling, where I come from, you respect those more powerful than you." I can't help but chuckle at that.

"You think a random dragon is stronger than me? I slew the World Eater, the first dragonborn, and a vampire who thought he could play god with the sun. I had her before I'm assuming you interrupted." She nods, still calm. I feel like there's something off about this creature, their casual acceptance making me cautious.

"Indeed. Even with the gifts of my energies, you defeated her. But that just makes me even more interested in you." She grabs my chin and pulls my face to look into her eyes. For such a small creature, her grip is like ebony.

"I feel something in you. Beneath the draconic power infused into your spirit. Something... wild." I give her another grin, and a low growl.

"So you can recognise Hircine's gift. Congratulations." She looks on a little longer, before releasing my head.

"Lady..." Zulri said, submissiveness in her voice, "can you... do it? Please?" The woman looks to her, and nods, turning back to me.

"So many souls, burned into singularity with your own. What will happen when you come to our world? When you pass through the threshold and are engulfed in your own monstrosity? Only one way to find out, but first." She takes my cheeks in either hand and kisses me. I try to break the kiss, but her iron grip holds me in place. I feel something, something from deep inside me being drawn out. A thin whisp of something leaving my body, before my eyes widen.

All around me the energies of a dragon's soul whirl, leaving me and merging into this daedra. Just what is this thing? As she pulls away with a gasp I can see it, that trembling motion of barely controlled power, a sensation I was all too familiar with.

She grabbed the dragon and kissed her, the energies burning back into her. I watched in shock as the bony parts of her body filled in with flesh, crimson scales soon covering that. When it was done I was looking at a dark-red scaled dragon, though she still had human form.

"There. All better, now, I'll send you ahead, I want to aquaint myself with this... dovahkiin." The smiling dragon nodded, before with a few hand movements and a pink glow the woman sent her away, to whatever space in oblivion this figure had claimed as their own.

"Now that we're alone, what's your name?" I glare at her, wondering if I should unleash the beast within me. "If you don't cooperate, I'll take what I need by force." She reached to my head, and that was when I pounced.

Letting my gift burn through my veins, I howled and gnashed at her hand as the change came over me. She manged to pull back before I took her hand off, but her glove was shredded. I tore my restraints from the wall and pounced on her, meeting the expected power her strong hands had demonstrated.

I roared at her, expecting her to cower before the fear inducing sight, but she just kept struggling with me. I could tell I was slowly losing the contest, so I pulled back, taking a swipe with one of my clawed hands. She grabbed my arm and held her other hand to my head.

Visions burned through my mind. A green landscape, towns filled with strange types of people, some like harpies, others like orcs with horns. And amongst it all I saw... myself? It looked like me. My dark skin, black hair and even the scar that blinded my eye. But there were other traits that separated them from me. pair of black wolf ears sprouting from her hair, dark horns breaking through her fringe, and taloned arms, coated in dark blue scales and fur. She looked at me, and smiled, holding out a hand. In my own voice I heard her words.

"Come. We have more to do before our story is done." Then it was gone, I shook my head, running a hand over my face. My transformation had worn off, the power resting dormant inside me.

"You have done much in this land." The woman said, kneeling next to me with a look of awe. "You have saved it from evils both great and small. You have given the dead peace. You have given your heart to another." I looked at her, my anger worn down to a simple displeasure.

"I won't demand you come to my world. But we need heroes like you. People who can do what was thought impossible." She gives me a smile, but this time there's something different. Something... sad.

"I couldn't ask you to leave your loved ones, your family, behind. But please. Would you please consider bridging the gap, crossing into my world, to bring peace there, as you have here?"

"What kind of daedra can't control her own realm?" She shakes her head, sighing.

"I'm not sure what a daedra is, but I think you're confusing me for something else. I'm a lilim. A very powerful kind of mamono, and with our mother, we want to help bring people and mamono together." I shake my head again, standing as I look around the room. Sure enough in a corner is my pack and equipment.

"What of those here? I can't just leave my beloved behind. Or our children." She looks up with hope, smiling.

"Of course, and as I said, I'd never ask you to. Instead, I could bring them with you, if you brought them here." I shake my head, sighing.

"No. I can't do that to them. It cost me something beyond wealth to get here in the first place, and I won't let that happen to them as well." She sighs, and drops her head.

"Very well. I cannot leave this place and enter your realm proper. If you cannot bring yourself to leave them here, I understand. If, however, you ever decide to change your mind, return to this place, and I shall be waiting." She says with a smile, and a wave of her hand.

Turning around, I see a rune light up behind me. Stepping onto it teleports me to a small spot near Valerica's workshop. I think about what happened, then shake my head. I don't know what that creature was, but I may have to find out. One day.