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[CrimsonMoon]

Deep only Plz!!
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Like all good stories, this one has to start in the back of an open wagon filled with prisoners. Of course it was mostly full of the average young male who always seemed to get in some kind of trouble... But there were two oddities in this particular group.

Lets go back a few hours, a few kilometers away from here. It started at a border town, at a run down tavern. Two people of the same Race were getting into quite that arguement about superiotity despite their similarieties. One was a Drow elf, these nocturnal elves sported black skin that range from as black as tar to a dark purple and sported white hair complimented by a cult-like culture and sadistic personality. The other was your average Elf, fair skinned, gorgeous, usually blonde and with the face of an angel and the personality to match it.

The Drow elf was particularly odd because first, it was a female. Second, she was out in the daylight. Third, she sported blood red hair and ivory tattoos. Fourth, she was in a human town. Fifth, she was in a tavern. This particular drow had been sitting at the small bar when some stupid Nord began to loudly exclaim High Elves superiority... This earned him a heated retort and soon a sliced open throat. The other elf had walked in and well... Things got from heated to steamy pretty damn fast.

So here they were, bouncing around in a cart about to be executed somewhere in the mountains of Skyrim... Fun

[deepwallow]

And so the red-headed sadist found herself sitting next to her fair skinned cousin. As predictable, she had long straight hair like spun gold, and blue eyes as deep as the sea. However, like her dark skinned cousin, this fair elven lass had some things that were different about her:

First, instead of sporting immaculately flawless skin, a number of black tattoos could be seen across her light skin, such as her stomach, back, and arms. Second, although she had the height of a High Elf, she lacked that common gold skin and many other features, so she must've been some sort of half breed or something. Third, when she had walked into the himan tavern, which in itself was odd, she hadn't lasted long before going into a fury, which was definitely different from her brethren. In fact, she had thrown the first punch, en though she clearly was an archer from the bow she had sported.

So yes, the fair skinned elf that was slumped over, passed out next to her dark skinned cousin was just as strange. This was going to be interesting indeed....

[CrimsonMoon]

The Drow sighed and tried to push her cousin off unsuccessfully a few times... And just found pleasure in causing her rival's head to smack into her sharp shoulder several times. She looked around with bright yellow eyes, like that of a wolf. Staring at the back of the Guard's head and frowning in deep contemplation. This was quite the conundrum, especially when she was caught with raw matierals for Skooma... And Skooma. You could make bank as a drug dealer....

[deepwallow]

A groan signaled the fair skinned elf's return to consciousness as she slowly opened her eyes, cursing under her breath. Her head must've hurt like Oblivion, and she leaned her head back again the wagon for a moment before finally taking in her surroundings. He was obviously surprised to ind herself in a wagon with three Nords, bein led off somewhere, but when she noticed her dark skinned cousin right next to her, she scowled. "Where in Oblivion are we?" She asked instead of throwing an insult

[CrimsonMoon]

" Maybe you shouldn't have challenged me and you'd be awake to figure it out yourself," The Drow replies coldly, pulling at her bonds, testing them.

" No talking!" The guard snaps

" i suppose speaking your language is an insult to your ancestors-?" She sneers," If they were elves they'd be your parents but... I suppose not,"

[deepwallow]

The Elf scowled at her, that strange fire lighting in her eyes like it had just before she had punched the Drow in the jaw in the tavern. However, she looked at the guard and snorted. "Let me guess, were being taken somewhere to be 'shown the law' by our 'dear' Imperial overlords?" She asked, glancing from the guard to the Drow.

A High Elf that hated the Imperials? Odd.

In fact, it was odd enough for the other prisoners in the wagon to look up at her strangely. "You hate Imperials? But you're a..."

"Doesn't mean I have to follow along blindly, does it?" She snapped. It was almost like witnesses a lioness hissing at an annoyance or some sort. The man visibly flinched in surprise

[CrimsonMoon]

The drow rolls her eyes and sings," Atleast they keep Skyrim racially equal, or else we'd have to bow down to idiotic nords," she watches the guard for a moment before mumbling some strange words.

The guard twitched as some frost began to crawl across the bak of his helm, he turns to yell again but the Frow had rolled so her back lay across her cousin's lap and kicks him straight in the face. A tiny smile curling her lips when he reaches for his short sword but her legs wrap tightly around his neck, dragging him back...

[deepwallow]

With a catlike swiftness, the Elf raises her bound hands an fits them around the man's head, tighten them so his head was trapped before swiftly twisting it. There was an audible 'Snap!' As his neck broke ad the horses Stopped when he dropped the reigns. The Elf removed her hands and instead snatched the sword that was in the dead man's hand.

She spung it to face her and efficiently sliced through her bonds. She glared down at the Drow on her lap, crystal blue eyes narrowed and glimmering with a dangerous light, before she muttered something under her breath and cut trough the Drow's bonds as well. "We need to hurry. We're lucky we're the last wagon." She said, looking at the other prisoners.

All three stranger at the duo in complete shock. An Elf and a Drow, working together?! It was unheard of!!! "Come on!" The Elf snarled. Blinking, they held out their bond hands as she cut through them too

[CrimsonMoon]

The drow just smirks seductively at her counsin, winking and sliding away from the man and rubbin her wrists before quickly looting his body, taking only his axe, short sword and all his money before jumping out of the wagon,"..." She looks around and frowns," Hmph..." Was all she said, not even glancing at the others

[deepwallow]

The Elf raises an eyebrow at her dark skinned cousin, but hops out as well and tosses one of the Nords the sword. "Take it." She says simply, rummaging through the stuff at the front of the wagon before finding a quiver full of arrows and a short bow. She frowns slightly but shrugs, slinging the quiver and bow over her shoulder as she glances at the male trio before looking down the road they were traveling. "They were probably taking us to a town. I'm gettin out of here before they notice they're one wagon short." She says, starting off into the woods.

One of the men, the one whose mouth had been bound, frowned. "Wait! Who are you?" He called out, his voice ringing with authority. The Elf didn't even bother looking back as she started to disappear into the green foliage.

"Someone who doesn't answer unnessary questions."

[CrimsonMoon]

The drow snickers an shakes her head," Wait, little cousin, i'm bored and lost, let me come with you!" She calls, trotting after her fair-skinned cousin

[deepwallow]

The Elf glares at the Drow over her shoulder, but there uncountable curiousity in those blue eyes as well. She looks forward again, her voice cold and almost taunting towards the Drow, with a sort of sing-song tone to it from the Elf's practically musical voice. "And 'why' would you want to come with me, 'dear' cousin?" She purred, her words dripping sarcasm as she continued walking

[CrimsonMoon]

" i'd like to annoy you more," was the simple reply and a snicker

[deepwallow]

The girl visibly sighs ad growls slightly. "Great, a smart mouthed Drow. You never see those any more" she joked drily, stepping over a thick bush without skipping a beat, her long legs making her stride long as well

[CrimsonMoon]

" That mouth of yours is big enough to fit a fist in... Don't worry, I know," she purrs, skipping next to her with a sneer

[deepwallow]

The Elf scowled at her and looked ahead, but was that a bit of a... Smile tugging at the corner of her full lips? She spoke before the Drow could fully describe it. "You were awake longer than me. How far from that one tavern were we? I don't want to chance running into another human town where the locals will sick those Imperial hounds on us."

[CrimsonMoon]

" We rode for a good four hours, So... We're deeper in skyrim," she sighs

[deepwallow]

The Elf inhales deeply and exhales slowly, frustration crossing her face for a moment before she runs her face with her hand and her expression returns to neutral. "Well, might as well keep moving in. The borders must be crawling with Imperials." She mused mostly to herself as the sound of running water could be heard faintly from ahead

[CrimsonMoon]

She glances around and suddeny grabs her Cousin's wrist," Shhh!" She whispers

[deepwallow]

The Elf flinches and almost completely wrenches her wrist free before she halts the motion and instead glowers at the Drow, but nonetheless goes silent, her narrowed eyes searching as she crouched low to conceal herself, pulling the Drow with her before whispering an extremely soft "what?" Near the Drow's ear