The Khajiit’s eyes went wide, ears flicking back at just how massive the mer was, the reek of undeath making a small noise come out of his throat. He backed up slowly, tail puffed and curled around his legs, wanting to turn tail and run, but not wanting to turn his back to something so big and terrifying.
When he backed up enough to bump into Ghost, he squeaked and bolted for the trees, the dappled mare snorting once, giving the vampire a long look before slowly turning to follow the fleeing Khajiit.
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