Black Dragon's POV
I watched as the dragonborn slowly lost consciousness and fell and against the crisp crimson stained leaves. The girl named Evelynn slowly stumbled forward and tried to get near the dragonborn. I narrowed my eyes and walked forward as she fell and became unconscious due to blood loss. I chuckled to myself at the sight of the two limp bodies at my feet. This will be fun.... I thought to myself as the sound of skidding hoofbeats and a mixture of leaves and mud splattering on my cloak snapped me out of my dark thoughts. "Stupid horse", I muttered to myself as the horse snorted and blew a breath of hot damp air in my face. I grunted then turned away from my black and grey horse to the two slowly bleeding bodies on the ground. I grinned evilly as I picked them up and threw them, not so carefully, over the saddle. The Nord was even heavier than he looked. I then swung my self into the protesting black leather saddle and swung Slash's head towards the East. "Come on my boy! We have some new prey!" I yelled out as Slash set out across the wilderness at a steady gallop. When we finally made it to my desired destination, I skilfully jumped off the mischievous horse, then proceeded to shove the two passengers off the horse and onto the dank and wet floor of the cave. The repetitive sound of water dripping in the darkness echoed throughout the cavern. "Well let's get the fun started!" I said with a dark voice that bordered the insanity that dictated my obviously unstable brain.
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Skyrim Fanfiction Series: Nightingale
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