Dragonborn Saga Chapter 187
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"HOOMAN!"
"NEFERTITI!"
It was a very touching scene. That time when the cat you adopted recognizes you despite all the illusions and the deceptions of that Daedric Realm.
It showed that the bond between us cat and hooman are not to be looked down on that easily.
Nefertiti, who was in a lolita form, jumped and hugged me. She seemed to be so lonely and depressed but she got energetic all of a sudden when she saw me.
"Hooman! Where were you? It was scary! Many dogos wanted to bite meow and kept chasing meow all over the place."
"Don't worry, Titi. Any dogo that dares to go after you again will get my Thunder Cookie. Don't be afraid anymore."
The Lolita Form of Nefertiti was a million times cuter than anything I know, she was a small cute little thing just as she used to be.
I held her in front of me and observed how much did she change.
"Let's see, you are around 140 centimeters and what are... Amazing! Are those cat ears on your head? And a tail?"
"Yes! Meow found herself like that a while ago. I was being chased and..."
Nefertiti started telling a long story that somehow resembled Wulf's story but she was able to not be deceived as he did. I guess that's one point for the feline kind over mankind.
Still, she was so adorable!
He long black hair and blue big eyes along with the cat ears and tail, I guess Quagmire can't be all that bad. What added more to that divine cuteness was the oversized black robe she wore.
[AN: no loli eechi allowed in my novel, FBI is watching]
I tried to ask her about how she achieved this form but it seemed to be the effect of Quagmire over the Astral Extension that gives here a Beast Form has taken it into another level of transformation. Nefertiti said she can go into her Normal Form but the Beast Form is a bit hard to transform into.
This sound just like how I found the rules of Magicka around Quagmire different than how it was in the Mortal Plane Mundus, when Nefertiti tried her Beast Form it went completely wrong too. Still, I have never imagined that it may open the possibility to a cute humanoid girl with cat ears and a cat tail. It meant that the possibility was there from the start.
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I was thrilled but the world around me gave me no time to stay in peace. Soon after, trouble came knocking on our door.
Another little girl came running to Nefertiti and told her that the Wizards discovered the location of their hiding spot.
"Hooman! This is bad, bad hoomans come and want to fight meow!"
"I see… do you have any fortifications for this cave? We need to wait for the next lightning to strike before we experience another nightmare."
"There! This can close the door."
Nefertiti pointed at a lever on the wall and I pulled it down, a sound of a door being closed. I went to the entrance of the cave and found a strange black door blocking the entrance, it felt familiar but I really wanted for this Harry Potter World vs Marvel Mutants thing to end.
As I was waiting, a strong force clashed with the other side of the door, the strong clashes kept going until the door got dramatically blown away and a lot of smoke came in.
Dark Figures emerged from the smoke, these were the Death Eaters. Wizards of evil holding their wands and looking at us like perverts slowly came in, the cleared the way for another person who seemed their leader, a bald tall guy with no nose…
Yep! That's him, the man, the myth, the legend…
"... Voldemort!"
"And who might you be?"
"Someone who shares a mutual friend with you!"
"Is… that so? I remember having all my good friends coming here with me. So, that friend is…"
"Harry Potter!"
"Oh! Our dear little friend Mr. Potter… Ahahaha!"
Voldemort started laughing with the death eaters behind him. He then viciously looked at me and called.
"Nagini… Kill!" As he said that, a large snake came out of his sleeve.
I see… so we are playing that game.
"Nefertiti… Kill!"
Nefertiti heard my words and the power of the link that Hircine put between us assisted her to go into her Beast Form. The Nefertiti that appeared was much larger than the Beast Form she used to be, Jull told me that she is also growing in the Beast Form to the rate that will make her larger than me one day, and frankly, to compare the current Nefertiti with the snake of Voldemort, I say Nefertiti is going to kick ass.
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And as I thought, A paw attack was all she needed, once the snake attacked, it got hit and bled too much. I know that Nagini's story is heartbreaking but that's not real anyway.
Voldemort couldn't stand this outrage and waved his wand at me.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"FUS RO DAH...… bitch!"
I knew that my magic is too overpowered but the result was fascinating. The cave's entrance got cleared in an instance just like that.
"Finally!"
I held Titi's tail and held Wulfur then tied us with Magicka to not get lost after the reality shifts.
***
Lightning flashed and we three appeared in another weird location.
The place was as cold as Skyrim itself and the surroundings were all white. We three looked at each other and a lot of sounds came from the surroundings, not long after, a presence appeared above us and came down with a shout.
*Bang*
Wulfur, who was oddly silent, shot it down and double checked.
"What is that?" Nefertiti asked looking at the enemy that attacked us.
"It looks like an Orc!"
"So burly!"
"And very green!"
Nefertiti and Wulf started questioning what is going on with that weird Orc but it seemed that this has gone weirder than before.
"FOR THE HORDE!"
Yes, that weird!
Warcraft this time.
"Lord Commander! The Orcs have climbed the Wall!" A voice sounded on the other side.
"Push them back!" A strong female voice echoed and a lot of black figures appeared around.
Lord Commander? The Wall?
"Men of the Watch! This is your time to be brave, I know that some of you are afraid but the only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid. FOR THE WATCH!"
Ah! I see… it is Jull Snow now!
The men of the Watch started rallying towards the area where the Orcs came from and a large battle broke out.
"Hey, we need to get to here as fast as possible before any accident happens!"
Wulfur nodded and started breaking through the battle of men and orcs on the Wall.
We were surrounded by many trenches and enemies were at every corner. I tried to follow Jull who was breaking the enemy forces alone.
This girl can be stupidly brave sometimes.
"Hey, Jull… Lord Commander!"
She finally heard me and retreated.
"Make it quick, soldier!"
"We need to talk!"
"Does it look like the right time?"
Tsk! She is more blinded than Wulfur.
"Fine, I'll push them back for you."
I summoned forth a handful of Undead and turned the tide of the battle in less than a minute.
Once I finished pushing the Orcs over the Wall, I wasn't faced with any cheers or anything. I was being pointed at by the swords too.
Everyone was glaring daggers at me.
"They don't like us, don't they?" Wulfur asked.
"Yes, not sure why!"
The men of the Watch surrounded us and Jull stood in the middle of them.
"You, evildoer. Did you just summon the White Walkers?"
Huh? Me?
"Answer me or I'll cut your head." Jull shouted pointing her blade at me.
I thought for a while and realized where did the misunderstanding come from. The Undead really resemble the minions of the White Walkers who are basically some Liches.
I thought of how to solve that situation and came to a nice idea.
"How dare you heretics call the guardians sent forth by the Lord of Light as some pesky White Walkers." I said so making some Flame Magic fly around me.
"Fire… Who are you?" Jull asked with a pale face.
"Hehe, I am the messenger of Staneth Baratheon, the true High King, the prince who was promised by the Lord of Light."
"OH!"
It seemed that my lie has made an effect.
"And what message did Staneth Baratheon sent you with, Red Man." Jull asked while pointing her blade away.
"... I was hoping we can have a chat in private, Lord Commander."
Jull nodded and I was called to follow her.
For some stupid reason, this is working.
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