Hasir saw, through his closed eyelids, a kaleidoscope of blue, black and grey images until he broke one of the kaleidoscopal windows and landed like a shooting star making landfall on a bit of land with rocks that spiraled towards the sky as if they were reached for, a denied by, the very gods that Coldharbor denied.
The argonian stireed and looked about him as the alien yet familiar landscape sneered back at him.
"How did I get here? Damn that khajiit! She must have done something."
As if on cue, the sky shimmered with a magnified image of the same mysterious khajiit cloaked in velvet moon and stars.
"I hope you like your new home." She said, laughing. "I'll have some friends for you shortly."
Hasir looked at the sky and hissed indignantly.
"What in the nature gods' realms are you talking about?"
The image in the sky looked taken aback. She then laughed mercilessly.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? The gods of creation looked with favor upon those who created Nirn, namely the nature gods, Kynareth and Hircine as well as the quad of fate, though, I doubt you can count the Doomstrider among them because his aleggiance, I fear, is still tied to Molag Bal, though, he, himself, would never admit that."
Hasir looked at the distored image of Khamar and laughed.
"Ha! The doomstrider will never work for Molag Bal ever again. Told me himself." He said, confidently
Khamara smirked at the Argonian's apparent naivite.
"The doomstrider is part of the gods of fate so he, and by extension, the whole lot of them have to pay." She said as thunder cracked the sky. To that end, I divised a plan to trapped you in the very book that you recieved form the unforgiving land of Skyrim. The other details of my plan are not important, farewell for now and, enjoy your new prison."
The voice vanished leaving Hasir to his thoughts. Before he had time to overthink the implications of Khamara's words and becoming thoroughly depressed, a silvery sheen danced across the bluish-black sky. Hasir stared at this in confused wonderment, mostly because he knew that Coldharbor didn't operate in quite the same fashion as Nirn did. He watched as the silvery substance did its celestial dance across the sky much like a wayward sparkler. It shot towards Hasir like an otherworldly comet, stop a few feet shy of the Argonian.
Hasir approach the silver light - he had to shield his eyes for its sheer brightness. As he drew closer, the silver light diminished and transformed into a lupine creature. He knew it was such a hopeless endeavor for the thing to respond but, he attempted anyway.
"Hell? Is anyone there? Ocheeeva? Drujeeta? Anyone there?"
The silver wolf padded closer to him, assaulting his scales with its sandpaper tongue.
"It has been a long time, my son. The spirits have sent me to navigate you through htis endless night and back to the waking world." It said, all the while wagging its tail. "Your father should be along shortly. Though I can't say he'll be pleased to see you." She warned with a slight snarl. Just then a bron streak shot across the sky and came to rest next to the silvery wolf.
As expected, the brown wolf averted his eyes from his son. Hasir gulped as he saw clear upon his brown fur patches of blackened, burnt fur.
"Come to burn me again? Are you that angry that you burn things without a second thought? I, however, came at the behest of your mothee to aide you in finding a way out of this dreary prison."
Hasir's eyes narrowed at the implication in his father venomous words.
"Look, can't we let bygone be bygones?" He asked. A sudden thought entered the raging waters of his mind. "Is my brother, Tulen going to join us as well?" He said, although, he felt like he already knew the answer.
His auntt shook her silver head to affirm her son's - or rather, nephew's - doubts.
"No, he is nnot. His spirit resides in the hung grounds. Hircine permitted us to come because he heard you were in grave peril. He only sent us because he knew our presence would make your fire burn brighter than it would have of your rother tagged along. He told us something about a female khajiit entrapped you. Is she cute? do you see yourself making a future with her?"
Hasir groan and threw his hands up in frustration. He hated when his parents, apdoptive or otherwise, took an unhealthy interest in his life.
"Dujeeta, that is.... eurgh! No, I would never... What in Tamriel? Just No, gross! I have a girlfriend already. If we get out of here, I could introduce you to here."
Drujeeta shook her silver mane again and growled softly to herself, making Hasir uncertain if she was being sincere or not.
"You don't need to be so formal. From now on, until we get out of her, call me by my wolf name... Silver Moonhowl or Moon, for short."
Hasir groaned and took a deep breath to calm his raging waters.
"Okay, Moon, do you know where Ceralyne is? Did she end up here? See, she was plucked from the wooden garden of a treacherous Altmer and I looked even in the devil's lair for her. Now I ask again, Is she here?" He yelled, grasping his leaf-like hair in a deranged gesture.
Drujeeta, or rather 'Moon,' again shook her head and gave a howl and transformed into a ghostly white Argonian.
"Hasir, I do not know where she is..." She said, putting her hand and his shoulder, She suddenly jerked her head around, looked to the horizon and gestured in a triumphant manner, "Nevertheless, we will find heer." She glanced at him in confusion, "By the way, how did you two meet?"
Hasir gulped hard and debated whether or not he wanted to tell her lest she be one of those who distrusts foridden love. He looked at his father's wolf form and could've sworn he saw a glint of fiery hatred in those golden eyes acccompanied by a slight snarl.
"I met Ceralyne in the temple of Kynareth. I was being treated for a broken leg and she for a broken leg so we bonded over that and before either of us knew it, we were doing the 'doggie paddle' on dry land... er... if you get my meaning." She nodded while glancing at her wolfish husband; knowing all too well their moondance. "Well, I ventured back to Blackmarssh, the drykillers - Argonian guards sent to protect the sunny swamp - followed me to Summerset, her homeland, and attempted to kill her and I - how was I to know scales and sun-kissed skin don't mix?"
Drujeeta groaned and ran an exhausted hand down her scaley face.
"Hasir, enough. Just tell me the basics. I do not need her entire life story."
Hasir cursed himself for his verboseness and trying to cut to the part were the wolf gets the rabbit.
"Erm... sorry. Right, so, you've her of the 'forbidden union' between one of Moalg Bal's children and Hircine's?" Drujeeta nodded. "Well, erm... My mom hasn't found out yet. I am worried that if my dad does, he'll be redder than his flame-singed fur... er, no offense." He said, eying Itansehk out of the corner of his eye.
Drujeeta reassured him that Itansehk might look fierce as a wolf but is actually a playful puppy and no use being afraid of.
"Pheew! That's water off my back. It is clearer for you telling me that. Anyway, as you may, or may not, know, the Altmer populace frowns upon mixed race relationships so we had to hid our love from my race and hers. Her family is part of the Thalmor, the law enforcers for the Altmer and won't be afraid to stamp out any injustice they find. They must've somehow got in contact with the drykillers of my homeland; maybe they used the Rootworms?"
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