War Of The Guilds (A skyrimfanfiction)

Whiterun Incident

Jeneasa had just finished off the forsworn at Draudach Rebout before her fellow companion, Aela the Huntress had a chance to catch up. "Harbinger I would advise you let me catch up," Aela said catching her breath.

"Sorry, but Aela why do we hunt them," Jeneasa replied.

"They are prey feast on them in werewolf form if you want and I'll be the look out or I could do it." Jeneasa gave Aela a nod and the sparked up Nordic woman transformed. Jeneasa never ate the hearts of the forsworn, she felt too bad for them, but anything else that was evil such as bandits, murderers, or anybody who would be out of their mind and attack her, but she knew and understood why they were doing it, they were taking back their home, just like Jeneasa did when the Argonians attacked Morrowind. While looking out for Aela, Jeneasa saw a group of five Silver Hand members attacked her. The dark elf woman dodged the silver sword coming in just a few seconds from her face with her own sword. Her Nightingale Blade struck the man in the chest as she reared back to finish him off. Lucky for him, one of his allies tried to strike at Jeneasa right before her blade touched the newly wounded man.

"Die werewolf," said another Silver Hand member as he joined the fray. Now taking on three well trained swordsman Jeneasa changed to a different tactic. She transformed into her werewolf form and slashed at the nearest face she could find. Thankfully Aela heard the screams of dying men and smelled the blood in the air. The nordic woman already out of werewolf form attacked the nearby Silver Hand members with her bow, careful not to hit Jeneasa. Knowing they couldn't take on the two, the last one remaining yelled for reinforcements. A whole wave of at least two dozen more Silver Hand members attacked the two werewolves.

"Aela we aren't going to win get on my back and we'll retreat," Jeneasa said backing away a bit.

"No objections from me," Aela said back. She jumped onto Jeneasa's back. "Let's go, Harbinger." Jeneasa got onto all fours and ran for it leaving behind the battle. It took several minutes before Jeneasa herself changed into a human. With Aela on her back she fell quickly.

"Would you get off my back, now."

"Sorry." Aela did as she was asked. The two stood there trying to recoup and think on what had just happened. "Maybe now we wished we had Carl."

"I know what you mean."

"We could've taken them on with his help."

"His and Genie's."

"True, but she's a better mage than warrior."

"You got me there. Aela have you thought about joining the Dawnguard?"

"I have."

"Well?"

"Their hearts are in the right place."

"Would you join?"

"If I wasn't in the Circle, I would."

"I'm Harbinger and I joined?"

"Yes but you don't have much of job unless it's really needed."

"And if I die?"

"If Skjor was still alive he would have taken over the role of Harbinger if you died next it falls to me then Vilkas then Farkas."

"That's how the Circle works?"

"In a way yeah."

"Let's just get back to Whiterun I'd feel better after getting out of the weather." The cold started to settle in fast when night came. The two shivered in the cold Aela shivered the most because of her exposed armor. Jeneasa on the other hand was much warmer because of her Nightingale Armor. The void salts in which made it better also made it much warmer. The dark elf woman heard her friend shivering. "Aela let's make camp for the night. I've got some logs in my backpack."