@mALX: I love the way werewolves run too! They are faster than a horse as well like that. That kill move is absolutely brutal and she was doing a lot of them like that. I don’t remember if she had to pass the wolf again or not. I think she came back a different way, but I can’t really remember, this video was made quite a while ago. I thought for sure you would have liked ‘Look up’ the best just because it’s a close shot. Thanks mALX!
@SubRosa: Even if she could kill Delphine, she wouldn’t have. She’s definitely not having anything to do with the Blades again however.
Wolves won’t attack a werewolf. Aravi didn’t attack that one either. The long run didn’t cool her down unfortunately for that lookout, or anyone else inside that cave. That rat sure was ballsy attacking a werewolf like that!

Glad you liked the moon shots.
‘Look up’ is my favorite too. I like the golden version too, so I’ve just removed all the retextures. The black one did go well with Kharjo’s DG armor. Thanks SubRosa!
@DE: Woohoo! You’re back!
Aravi did start in Cyrodiil as a vampire hunter, so it was natural for her to choose the Dawnguard. Plus her personality wouldn’t make for a good vampire. Lol, Kharjo hasn’t been friend zoned; Aravi just has her own pace and cannot be pushed.
Glad you liked the werewolf rampage!

Finally the picture you found early is up! Thanks DE!
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Aravi was fuming still. She and Kharjo had made the journey from Skyhaven Temple to the edge of Rorikstead largely in silence. Night had fallen nearly an hour ago and the air chilled quickly as a cold breeze built from the north, blowing over the treeless plane. Hunger stabbed at her belly painfully and she knew Kharjo must be hungry as well. Unfortunately, getting something to eat now would be a waste, at least for her. Before entering the village, Aravi stopped. She handed Kharjo their money and said, “Here, get us a room at the inn. I need to hunt. Alone. I’ve gone far too long, I almost lost it when that…” Aravi bared her teeth, “… BlTCH told us to get out.”
Kharjo nodded and accepted the gold. “One room?”
“Yes. I’ll be out all night.” With that, she spun on her heel and sprinted the way they had come.
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Kharjo knew what she meant to do this night. She was going to let her monster out. He grimaced at the thought. He’d seen firsthand what an angry werewolf was capable of once, it had made him sick.
And Aravi is beyond angry. She insisted she go alone for her transformations. Kharjo knew he would not be safe anywhere near her and part of him never again wanted to see the carnage wrought by the monster. However, another part of him wanted to be there with her despite that. He remembered how sick she was after changing back.
What must it be like to come back and see what you have done? He pulled his cloak tighter as a gust of wind hit him, and increased his pace. He was eager to get out of the cold and into the warm inn. As he was reaching the door, the wind subsided briefly. He heard a howl in the distance, and a chill ran down his spine to the tip of his tail. It had nothing to do with the wind.
Kharjo bought a room and sat by the fire with a warm bowl of stew and a tankard of mead. His mind went over the events of the past couple of days as he ate. He was impressed that Aravi had gone as long as she did without letting her beast out. He had encouraged her to go as long as she can without letting it out, but now he was thinking that wasn’t such a good idea.
After leaving the Greybeards at High Hrothgar, they traveled most of the day, going double pace so they could reach the Blades quickly. Aravi was counting on their help in confronting Alduin again. Instead, the Blades demanded she kill Paarthanax. Kharjo snorted.
They should be worried about the World Eater, not the one that sits on a mountain and bothers no one. When Aravi refused, they told her to get out.
This one was angry yes, but Aravi was another matter. Saying she was angry is like saying Winterhold is chilly. Kharjo was actually worried that she was going to transform then and there.
She almost did
lose it. Perhaps he shouldn’t encourage her to go so long without changing.
Sighing, he drained his mug, and brought his dishes to the innkeeper. He went to his room and closed the door. Stripping off his clothes, save his loincloth, he got into bed and pulled the rough blankets and furs over himself. A stretch brought a groan of pleasure before his consciousness faded away to sleep.
Kharjo roused in the dark when something moved his blankets and lay against him. He realized Aravi had crawled into bed with him.
What is she doing…? Her fur was cold and damp, and her back pressed against his side on the narrow bed. He started to drift back to sleep, too tired to question her. His final thought before sleep took him again was that she smelled of fresh water, crisp air, and faintly of blood.
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Kharjo woke a few hours later. The first thing he noticed was that Aravi had an arm draped over his chest. The second thing he noticed was that he had an arm wrapped around her, holding her close. Third, he noticed that they were both in their underwear. Surprised and more than a little hopeful, he searched his memories of last night.
No, we didn’t, he thought with a little regret.
Aravi was still sound asleep, her forehead resting against his shoulder. Kharjo laid there for some time and just enjoyed the touch of her against him. He felt her chest rise and fall against his side, and the air blow lightly over his fur with each with each breath she took. It felt so right having her with him like this.
When they at first met, he was attracted to her, but she didn’t show interest in him. As they traveled together, their relationship strengthened and they became very close friends, but she still didn’t show interest in him. He began to wonder if she was perhaps attracted to other women, but she didn’t cultivate any relationships with them either. It wasn’t until they had talked in Winterhold that he understood why she was the way she was. He still hoped that her experience as a slave in Morrowind didn’t completely extinguish any desire for a physical relationship.
He sighed and lay for a few minutes more with her, wishing the moments could last for hours. Then he began the awkward task of climbing out of bed without waking her. He looked at her as he dressed, confirming that she was still asleep. Then, he slipped out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him.
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Aravi woke up slowly. Hunger gnawed at her belly and her limbs felt weak from the work they had done without the nourishment they needed. Still, she did not rise for some time. The beast had feasted the night before, but she rejected its meal as she always did. She remembered the smell and taste of the blood of her victims, and she remembered enjoying it. Some of them were not even dead before she tore into their flesh. She started to feel sick again, and a wave of self-loathing washed over her.
Is this better than being a vampire? she asked herself, not for the first time.
I think I’ve made a mistake. I can’t win this fight, she thought bleakly. (That's a picture, click it!)
She lay there for a while and forced her thoughts away from the werewolf. There was early morning when she got back. She had returned sooner than she expected, utterly exhausted, and crawled into bed with Kharjo. She felt embarrassed that she had done such a thing. She peeked under the covers and felt a small measure of relief.
At least I’m not naked. But what was I thinking? she asked herself, even though she knew the answer.
When she returned, she guessed it to be around three or four in the morning. Nobody was awake. Drained, hungry, cold, and still damp, she found the room he rented easily enough. She would be lying if she claimed she didn’t find him attractive. After settling in next to him, she’d fallen asleep almost instantly, his warm body taking away the chill of the night and making her feel at ease and safe.
I… don’t know what to do. I’ve never felt like this before. She was sure that he cared about her, and she cared about him as well.
What do I say? What does he think of me? What is he going to expect of me? She couldn’t answer any of those questions.
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