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The black furred werewolf roared in pain as flames licked his back. Still he would not release his grip on the dragon's throat, the beasts foul tasting blood filling his mouth. Grasping firmly with his hands and feet, Ra'iq shook his head ferociously, ripping off flesh and scales and tossing it away before biting deeper into the dragon's neck, severing vital blood vessels as his fangs began to crush the massive foe's wind pipe. Howling into the dragon's flesh, Ra'iq felt the sharp freezing cold of ice magic on his back. He would not give in though, even as his body ached and neared complete exhaustion.

The dragon's struggles grew weak, left to only snap with its gaping maw and thrash with its wings and tail. All Ra'iq needed to do was hold on for a bit longer and his battle would be over. Then his mind drifted off towards the others around him. Two of them were Companions, one of them sure to have realized that this werewolf was one of the circle. That left the others, Ra'iq's beast would not last much longer after the battle. He would need to do his best to vanish in the forest and return to his gear before he changed back.

At long last... with it's throat ripped out, and strips of flesh trailing across the ground, the dragon fell. It groaned, attempting one last flaming scream of agony, before it just collapsed atop the werewolf clinging to it's neck. Tides simply placed her bow on her back, and stared calmly at the wolf. She knew of werewolves, and she did not fear them. Yes, they were ferocious killing machines... but this one seemed a little more intent on being the one to kill the dragon. "Weird a** nordic werewolves and their weird a** problems..." she muttered as she turned toward the road...

She paused for a moment, and looked back at the vampire, "Come with me, kid. There's someone you'll want to meet... and... for some reason I think you have just as many questions for me. We can talk while I limp back to Whiterun and catch my horse."

Tides motioned for her to follow, and started walking, grumbling softly, "Stupid wolf, bringing a dragon... damned thing..." she muttered softly, "If you'd like, I can get you a new set of robes. I doubt you want to meet the Archmage... well... less than dressed. In the mean time, I think I have a pair of trousers in my saddle bags... those will do until we can get youa proper set of robes... right?" The argonian was polite, even uncaring about the girl's affliction. It came from working with a child vampire, and being the bloodbank of the archmage herself.

She paused for a moment, before laughing, "I forgot to tell you who I thought you should meet, didn't I? The Archmage of Winterhold is a Master Vampire... I think you'd like her. Nagem is rather polite, a nice old woman if you ask me. she'd be able to help you with your reputation, at the very least, that way certain... people... don't attempt to lop your head off every time you set foot inside a city." Tides chuckled softly, "Oh, and my name is Walks-On-Bloody-Tides, by the way. You can just call me Tides. What's your name?"

Ra'iq felt the dragon's muscles go limp in his jaw, his claws sinking in much easier. He would have howled with excitement had his mouth not been full of the dragon's flesh. Quickly he leaped from the dragon, nearly getting crushed by its massive bulk. Looking back at the corpse, he then looked at the others still standing nearby. He would need to return for his prize later as his beast form would run out at anytime. It tasted nasty but he gulped down the flesh and blood in his mouth, knowing it would keep his blood lust going just long enough to vanish back towards Helgen.

As the bystanders began to chat with each other and discuss other things, Ra'iq crouched on all fours and began to bound away, favoring his rear left leg due to injury. He prayed that none of them had followed him as he made his way through the thick under brush and over the snowy foothills. Nearing the location of his stash, Ra'iq slowed and stopped as he began to revert to his normal form. The thick black fur began to retract as his reddish orange coat began to show through. His dog-like snout shortened, returning to that of a cat.

Now naked and out in the elements, the Khajiit needed to quickly dig up his armor. His thick fur would keep him insulated longer than most but Skyrim's cold would still get to him. Kneeling on the cold packed snow, he dug up his cache of equipment and shook the snow out of it before donning the now cold steel armor. Taking a vial of red liquid out of his pack and drinking it greedily, he sighed haggardly. The health potion brought back some of his vitality, but his leg still hurt, causing him to limp as he retrieved the sword he threw at the dragon and his axe which was embedded in the permafrost. His gear gathered, Ra'iq slowly began to limp towards the location of the downed dragon, hoping the travelers would be gone by the time he got there.