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Galdof, Dorian and Vilka had been down in the Helgen Keep for what felt like forever. Galdof had stayed in front of his sister's jail cell, leaning his back against the wall, watching her. He knew that if he dared to look away, she would try something.
But Vilka seemed to not care about him. She was internally fighting her own battle at the moment. She could feel the darkness seeping through her veins, and could hear things being whispered into her mind.

“Get out of here,” She growled, sitting with her knees on the ground and her head hung low. Galdof had taken on the job of putting special chains on her – Ebony gloves that were bolted together, making sure she couldn't move her wrists away. And, just for extra safety, chains were wrapped around her wrists and tied back onto the wall, holding her in place. “I can't control it much longer.”
“We're not leaving.” Galdof said in response, arms crossed as he watched her. It pained him to see her like this, but there was nothing he could do. “You idiot..” Vilka managed to mutter, clutching her head.

Finally, the Dragonborn felt herself snap. Galdof could feel the darkness radiating off of her. He had felt it once before.
Vilka shut her eyes in pain, clenching her jaw as tight as she could. Her eyes began to change, loosing the sanity they once held, and the colour. The beautiful shining blue was drained and replaced with a deep crimson colour, and the white was filled with a black. Her teeth had become sharp and her senses stronger, faster. Slowly, Vilka opened her eyes and looked at the two with those dark eyes, seeming to stare into them. Then something happened that was probably not expected.

She started to laugh.

It was a quiet giggle at first, before becoming louder. She stayed like that for a split moment before suddenly stopping, as a wide, sharp toothed grin appeared on her face. It was obvious she wasn't herself anymore.
Vilka stood up slowly, staring the two down, before her eyes flickered over to the lock on the cage door. She looked like a predator, sizing up when she would attack
“Come any closer, and I'll rip your head off your shoulders.” Galdof warned, deadly serious. Of course, he knew he couldn't actually hurt her. She seemed to know this, giving a small laugh once more. Vilka clenched her fists tight and began to pull her hands apart with ease, the metal chains holding her wrists together snapping and breaking, as her hands became free.

“Let's have some fun, shall we?”