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Blood of the Daedra	By : mistressarachnia Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Morrowind Views: 1786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blood of the Daedra
�Whether
we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own
dust.� � Old Dunmer Saying

Chapter
1: Outlander
The wind blew in gentle gusts
through the reeds along the coast, creating a quiet whisper amongst the saltrice
and marshmerrow. The water was dark but clean and clear, and the waves lapped
lazily on the banks of the island shore. A soft haze filled the skies.
Slipping off his shoes, Soryn tentatively tested the water with his golden
toes. He shivered. It was cold.
Settling amongst the reeds, he
leaned back to gaze up at the hazy patterns created by the thin clouds over the
eastern shore. It was quiet here. He could let his mind wander. He picked up
a stone from the banks where the waves lapped against the coast. This stone
was smooth and round, caressed by the waves for countless years, no doubt. It
was a pale green in color, with rust colored streaks running through the
center. There were many such stones washed upon the shore. He tossed it aside,
looking for another, flatter stone. He found one, twirling it gracefully in
his fingers before drawing his arm back and letting it fly across the waves.
It skipped across the water, once, twice, three times before sinking back
beneath the surface. It would make its way back to the shore one day, but how
would it be changed?
Soryn inched closer to the waves,
again touching his toes to the water. He inhaled sharply, but forced himself
to remain steady as he placed first one foot, then the other, into the path of
the cool water. His breathing became deeper as he tried to ignore the bite of
the ocean. Finally he whispered a short incantation, allowing the pain to
quickly melt away. For some reason the elements seemed to effect him more
harshly than they did others. It could be a side effect of his golden skin,
but he feared it might just be that he was simply more sensitive. This seemed
to be the opinion of his schoolmates, who found much joy in teasing him while
he shivered in the cool sea air. Perhaps he was indeed more sensitive, but he
had no desire to be perceived as such. So it seemed logical that he should
endeavor to desensitize himself to such things.
The clouds began to thicken in the
sky overhead. Soryn breathed in deeply, watching the water lap against his
toes. He pulled his robe up higher, slipping down just a short ways further
down into the waves. He rather enjoyed swimming, actually. He had a good mind
to slip off his robes and dive under the waves. No one would know if he employed
a small frost resistance spell to combat the sting of the ocean. He had been
working on water breathing and swift swimming spells as well. Occasionally he
had a fancy to stay underwater indefinitely, but his magicka always ran out
eventually and so he was forced to return to the surface. Perhaps this desire
had taken root because of his origins. He was found at sea, in a floating
basket wrapped in a blanket near a sinking ship, the waves rocking him gently
to sleep. Or so he had been told. Someday he vowed to invest in a small
boat. It sounded pleasant, really� he could bring his enchanted cloak and just
lie back against the soothing rhythm of the sea. And he would be free to jump
over any time he pleased. He could dock it near the secluded cave he had
discovered some months ago on a little island nearby. It was his cave now. Or
so he fancied.
He smiled, picking up another rock,
which he quickly deemed worthy of skipping. He let it fly across the waves,
skipping once, twice� suddenly a splash sounded and a trident and eerie red
head erupted from the waves. The ripples in the water indicated that the
creature was moving towards him. Quickly, Soryn withdrew his legs from the
water, climbing back through the reeds to rest against a sharp rock further
back. He smiled. It was a dreugh. In truth, he wasn�t afraid of the beasts.
He found them quite noble, actually. Some of the others on the island had
taken to hunting them as there was an armorer nearby who claimed he could
fashion armor from their skins: a horrible fate for such a fascinating
creature. No wonder they were hostile. Something about them made Soryn think
that they were sentient, however. He did not wish to harm them. But although
he enjoyed watching them, he could not figure out how they communicated. One
of his friends once claimed that he saw one on the shore. Soryn wasn�t sure if
he believed this. It was rumored that the dreugh spent one year of their lives
on land, but he had never seen one out of the water. He admitted that he would
rather like to � perhaps they would be easier to converse with as such.
However, this theory might explain how they managed to infiltrate isolated
bodies of water in caves and such. But perhaps the water levels had simply
changed over time? Apparently after their single year on land they vomited up
their internal land-dwelling organs into a shiny round ball. But he had never
found such a ball, so perhaps all of this was only rumor as well. He would
have to investigate it further.
In truth, he rather envied the
beasts. They were rumored to live in glorious cities beneath the waves with
others of their own kind. How he would love to join them! But alas, he was
condemned to live here on land, and he would have to be content as such. He sighed.
The wind was picking up. A storm
was brewing. The weather could change here quickly, and as the skies darkened
Soryn once again felt the sting of the cold sea air. He shivered, pulling his
cloak tighter across his shoulders. Storms were beautiful, especially over the
sea, but they could also be painful to endure. He enjoyed watching them from
his sea cavern on a tiny island off the coast when he had a nice blazing fire
behind him. Here, he could stand in the doorway watching the lightning arch across
the crashing waves. He kept a few books and trinkets there and a hammock for
lazy reading on days where he didn�t wish to be bothered. His family never
chastised him for staying out, although he suspected that his parents knew his
secret. They must. His mother would leave meals out for him, wrapped in cloth
for him to take and do with as he pleased. And so his cave was always well
stocked with food and water. He�d even managed to acquire some alcohol from
one of his friends, but so far he had little cause to make use of it. Drinking
alone seemed so� well� lonely.
Thunder sounded in the distance.
Soryn stood, pulling his cloak tight as the wind blew though his jet black
hair, which fell nearly down to his shoulders. He gazed across the sea one last
time before turning and making his way though the reeds towards the mushroom
pod he and his family called home.
�Soryn!� a female voice called
through the hazy mist. The mushroom pods of Sadrith Mora began to materialize
as he strode into town, lit by countless hanging bug lamps with flames
flickering in the wind. He turned to see a young Dunmer girl running towards
him.
�Hello Mairen,� he said with a
smile. She was pretty, although several years younger than himself. She
didn�t seem to mind. She ran up to him breathlessly and embraced him eagerly.
�My parents are away,� she told him
simply. He laughed.
�Are they now?� he mused, running
his hands through her red hair. It was knotted a bit from the wind, but he
didn�t mind. He breathed in her scent, enjoying the musty odor of her body.
He knew what she wanted.
�Yes, they will be for a few days.
Wouldn�t you like to come over and keep me company for a while?� she asked.
Soryn sighed. In truth, he had a lot on his mind. But he did not wish to
disappoint her.
�Alright, but I must warn you that
I will need to leave soon afterwards. I need to get some sleep tonight, after
all,� he said with a wink. She smiled up at him, her pink eyes glowing.
�Fair enough,� she replied, clearly
pleased with the arrangement. She took him by the hand, leading him quickly
through the series of mushroom pods towards her home. It was a bit further
away than his own family�s pod, but he did not feel the need to complain.
After all, he knew perfectly well that she would more than adequately
compensate him for the long walk once they arrived.
It was a strange game they played.
Almost as soon as he had come into the age of manhood Soryn found himself
favored by the local women. He had been introduced to the pleasures of the
flesh many years ago by an alluring dark haired girl, several years older than
himself. He had scarcely imagined such intimate pleasures before her, and soon
found himself living for her touch. His male friends had been jealous of the
attentions he received, but he could ignore their jealousy so long as he had
her in his arms. Alas, she had quickly moved on to another lover, and he was
devastated when he learned of this. She offered to continue servicing him, not
wishing their liaisons to end completely, but he could not bare the thought of
her loving another. And so he locked himself in his room and wept bitterly.
His mother found him there, and
quickly ascertained what had happened. She seemed a bit perplexed by his
emotions at first, and explained to him that young women � and men as well �
were typically quite promiscuous in their sexuality. He did not understand.
He loved this girl. Why did she not feel the same way?
�Sex is like a game,� his mother
explained, �A game of gaining new experiences where the goal is mutual
pleasure: a game not meant to hurt anyone.�
�But you are married to my father,�
he protested, �And surely you love one another above all others.� She laughed
at this, and tried to explain to him that this was not always so.
�I was young once, too, as was your
father,� she said with a smile, �We found one another later in life, after
gaining many new and exciting experiences of our own. How else could anyone be
able to determine who made a good partner for them, and who did not? One needs
a basis for comparison.� Soryn tried to comprehend this, but found it
difficult to look at the girl when he saw her at school, especially when she
was with another of her many lovers. Her own friends offered to comfort him,
and although many of them were pretty he found it difficult to accept their
offers. But his friends teased him and the girls pressured him, and so
eventually he accepted.
And now� well, now he supposed he
understood this game better. It was fun, he supposed, once you learned the
rules. But no one else he knew seemed to have this problem of attachment. He
did not wish to make himself appear even more different, and so he had managed
to get rid of it� almost. Or so he fancied. But lust was a game with
seemingly no end, for enjoying its pleasures only lead to greater inflammation
in the soul.
�We�re here!� Marien gushed,
running up the broad vine-like pathway that led to her pod. Soryn smiled. It
felt nice to be wanted, if only for a short while.
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