Post by Immortal Swine on Nov 1, 2009 9:02:14 GMT -5
"Entering the woods in the night
Enslaved by the full moon's eerie light
I fell into the werewolf's madness
I vanished into the total darkness
Night Of The Werewolf
Night Of The Werewolf
Wandering through the foggy lands
With mortal blood upon my hands
Guardian of the forest gate
Bringer of death, terror and hate
Night Of The Werewolf
Night Of The Werewolf
Lurking behind the rotten trees
I felt Bruma's cold winter breeze
The morning light will take time to come
My ravenous hunger has just begone"
~Sylvannas Darksky~
Bruma, a cold area, specific for Nord's or those whom birthplace is SKyrim. Inside the Tavern, a group of Nords shouted, sweared, barked, laughed, sang, drinked and danced. Among them, Runa, as always, was flirting with the men, each new adventurer boasting about various different stories and tales they participated from the farthest and darkest outer reaches of Tamriel. Many others races were there, two lonely khajiits in the corner, a trio of Orc's, a single Imperial and a large group of bretons in the far side. To each his own was not welcome here, here..everyone got into everyone's buisness.
The conversation ranged from Dunmer topics to necrophelia to fish, to mud crabs and then to the recent attacks on cattle and livestock.
"Must be em crazies from the chapel, doing their routine thing" Rangela said.
Radd-eyebringer spat into his mug and then drank the contents. "Nah, its Daedric work..or some animal probably. Bears or the Mountain lions. The goats and sheep were torn apart into pieces, almost nothing left. Hunters in Bruma are complaining, the deer population has decreased."
"Gotta disagree with you, love" Ruma flirted. "The tracks were made by a large wolf. Not feline or by bear"
"Since when do you know about animals?" Holmar the delinquent asked, chewing his bread and slurping his soup.
"I know well enough, confort me tonight and I can show how animal like I can be"
They all laughed loudly. Drinking up and toasting. The popular Nord group. Runa The Coquettish, Aumsi, Sottilde, Rangela, Holmar the deliquent, Radd-eye bringer and Gergen the waxer all laughed and drank at the local pub. The cold air wheezing outside, snowing heavily, just like home.
The Imperial female started to sharpen her sword with another sword, both silver, each making a sharp ear piercing sound. She had the Nord's attention. The Imperial woman was no older than thirty five, scars on her arms and shoulder suggested she had seen a fair share of fights. The woman had dark yellow hair, a heavy thick wolf's coat covering her body. Her necklace was silver, her boot handles were silver, her rings silver. Everything was silver, except her color of hair, skin and brown eyes.
"Animals...is what it is. No doubt of that. A dog, a canine, Wolf. Call it what you will, but it is an animal nonetheless. Hounds of Hircine, beasts of burden and chaos with ravenous hunger." She paused.
"Werewolves". She finally said.
The Nord adolescents bursted out laughing even louder. "Werewolves? looks to me like someone has been drinking a little too much mead. Werewolves don't exist. They are legends, fairy tales, myth used to scare idiots like Gergen" Ruma teased. Gergen scoffed and threw a piece of boar meat at her.
"Say, why dont you just leave, take the ill humored lies and gargabe right out the door" Gergen told the Imperial woman.
"What are you anyways? A hunter" he asked.
The Imperial woman with the thick armor and wolf covering chuckled. "Yes, I am"
"Then shouldn't you be hunting this animal of yours anyways?"
The Imperial woman started laughing. "That's why I have you fools. The creature gets to you, your're good as dead. Your parents come crying to me for help, I get the creature and the gold, then be on my merry way"
The Nord's frowned, while the Orc trio started to laugh and drink. The bar owner, getting ready to stop an upcoming brawl.
"You kids should be asleep by this hour, its a little too late to be walking and drnking out at night."
"Your sick!" shouted Sottilde. "You dont even care if something bad happens!"
"So know you think there is something out there?" the Imperial woman opened her eyes and mouth wide. "Mmm..as long as I get paid, it makes no difference to me" She chuckled. The group headed towards the door when the bar tender told them to leave before any destructive behavior was in verge of happening. Young kids were known to be brawlers and this was not Skyrim, the Imperials would be really upset.
"You nord's packing a stomach, hehe. You will make a pretty darn nice meal tonight.
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The group walked out, each frowning, complaining on how the night of their was ruined. Some where angry, some dissapointed, other frightened. Runa The Coquettish, Aumsi, Sottilde, Rangela, Holmar the deliquent, Radd-eye bringer and Gergen the waxer
All of them mute, no one speaking of the recent encounter with the strange annoying and ignorantly bold Imperial woman, they all headed to their homes in Bruma. Just half a mile away. Suddenly, a bone chilling howl was heard. The moons were full. Aumsi jumped a bit on the way back home, the group laughed. "Wolves are out tonight, but dont worry" Radd said, hugging Aumsi "They wont bite, hehe".
Rangela rolled her eyes and began to drink the beer she had, wobbling as she walked. They were all drunk.
That instant, a loud snarl filled the cold air. They all jumped, the men pulling out their weapons and axes. Looking around in fear. Out of the bush came something straight from a nightmare, a pitch black creature with glowing yellow eyes. Its fangs were huge, bloody with meat chunks around it, tattered cloth on it as well. Claws tightly tapping the snow and dirt. Its massive black fur coated with snow. The beast breathed and barked, air visible from its heavy breath. The group walked back slowly, Rangele was the first to shriek with fear. Ruma and the others ran towards the tavern. The Werewolf leaped in the air, tackling down Holmar, biting away at him savagely. Blood starting to pour out, his club was no match for the animal. Gergen rushed to his friend's aid, but the Werewolf slapped him with its sharp claws, cutting his chest and coat. Gergen fell upon the snow, injured. The Werewolf opened its mouth and crushed the Nord's head with a single bite. The Werewolf looked up, noticing its other prey making a run for it. The Werewolf ran after them, licking its blood soaked tongue.
Ruma was out of breath already. Gerger was dead, so was Holmar, and they were next!. Rangela tripped over a stone, her foot made a sickening crack, she fell face first into the snow. Ruma ran at her, but the beast pushed out of the thick bushed growling. In a blink of an eye, the animal was tearing Rangela, biting her back and clawing at her, tearing flesh and snapping bone from her arm and then leg. Her screams were heard from afar, hopefully someone would arrive soon. Ruma cried. "No!!". Aumsi pulled Ruma. "Hurry! Come on!. There is nothing we can do!" she sobbed. Sottilde was already near the tavern, Ruma and Aumsi was already catching up to her. The beast snarling, the screams fading away, it was all frightening as it happened so quickly.
The Werewolf galloped after its prey again, snarling louder, barking wildly, snow jumping from its hind paws and claws. The Werewolf leaped over Ruma, the snow falling over her golden hair, it fell upon Sottilde, crushing her with its massive weight. Aumsi used her spell, Ysmir's scales, to fight the beast. The animal snarled, eyes staring right into her. Aumsi threw another spell at it, the beast dodged it and rushed closer. Aumsi tried to fight it off, giving Ruma time to run. The Werewolf grabbed Aumsi by the throat, clenching it tightly with his mighty claws, sinking them in her throat. Aumsi started to choke and gargle, the Werewolf opened its mouth and bit her windpipe. Aumsi twitched, the Werewolf grabbed her and threw her straight at Ruma. Ruma fell to the ground, with a heavy thud, Ausmi's life faded away. The Werewolf stood on its hind legs, stepping over Aumsi's body. Ruma froze in place, frightened, not knowing what to do. The Werewolf got closer, growling sadistically. Ruma fell to the ground, crawlng backwards as an arrow flew past her head and into the large black beast. Piercing its shoulder, the creature bellowed in pain and pulled the steaming arrow out if its shoulder. Ruma looked back to see the strange Imperial woman shoot another arrow.
"Get behind me!" shouted the hunter.
Ruma ran behind her and continued running, not bothering to see how the fight would end.
The Black Werewolf charged in the air, its claws ready for the attack, it tackled the Imperial woman down, bending its head to take a chunk off her face. The Imperial huntress shoved a silver dagger into the creatures chest, the silver weapon burning, the Werewolf managed to take a bit off the grounded woman, but took no other attept, it ran way with the dagger in its chest.
The Imperial woman sighed, holding the large bleeding hole in her chest, she reached for her pocket and grabbed a cure disease potion she bought from the Mage's store. She drank it, killing the infection before it could spread any further.
Ruma sat in the tavern, scared to death..did any of her friends survive? Are all of them dead? Did the hunter kill the creature? Is it dead? Will the animal come after her if it didnt? All these thoughts raced across her mind. She was frightened.
The Imperial huntress got up, sighing. No point in killing the beast now, she would wait till a reward would arise, then she would claim it. If she killed the creature now, all rewards will be forfeit. The Werewolf cant hide for long, this is its territory, she knew this. Men rushed from the tavern to see what happened, The imperial woman pretended to appear as a injured woman, not a huntress at all.
Meanwhile, The Werewolf went back to its prey, grabbing the dead ones first, the two males and the single female. The other one was alive but the Werewolf would not risk going back to that silver plated woman. It started to munch on the remains of the male, eating his innerds and intestines first, then everything else. The greedy Werewolf proceeded to the next claimed prey, biting it with force. The Werewolf heard the men get closer, all of them with weapons and torches. The Werewolf grabbed the dead female and the dead nord male, running away and jumping over the waterfall, climbing it using its single hand, while holding the prey with its mouth. The Werewolf's persuers will loose track soon and soon, the Werewolf would be back to finish what she was hunting.
Enslaved by the full moon's eerie light
I fell into the werewolf's madness
I vanished into the total darkness
Night Of The Werewolf
Night Of The Werewolf
Wandering through the foggy lands
With mortal blood upon my hands
Guardian of the forest gate
Bringer of death, terror and hate
Night Of The Werewolf
Night Of The Werewolf
Lurking behind the rotten trees
I felt Bruma's cold winter breeze
The morning light will take time to come
My ravenous hunger has just begone"
~Sylvannas Darksky~
Bruma, a cold area, specific for Nord's or those whom birthplace is SKyrim. Inside the Tavern, a group of Nords shouted, sweared, barked, laughed, sang, drinked and danced. Among them, Runa, as always, was flirting with the men, each new adventurer boasting about various different stories and tales they participated from the farthest and darkest outer reaches of Tamriel. Many others races were there, two lonely khajiits in the corner, a trio of Orc's, a single Imperial and a large group of bretons in the far side. To each his own was not welcome here, here..everyone got into everyone's buisness.
The conversation ranged from Dunmer topics to necrophelia to fish, to mud crabs and then to the recent attacks on cattle and livestock.
"Must be em crazies from the chapel, doing their routine thing" Rangela said.
Radd-eyebringer spat into his mug and then drank the contents. "Nah, its Daedric work..or some animal probably. Bears or the Mountain lions. The goats and sheep were torn apart into pieces, almost nothing left. Hunters in Bruma are complaining, the deer population has decreased."
"Gotta disagree with you, love" Ruma flirted. "The tracks were made by a large wolf. Not feline or by bear"
"Since when do you know about animals?" Holmar the delinquent asked, chewing his bread and slurping his soup.
"I know well enough, confort me tonight and I can show how animal like I can be"
They all laughed loudly. Drinking up and toasting. The popular Nord group. Runa The Coquettish, Aumsi, Sottilde, Rangela, Holmar the deliquent, Radd-eye bringer and Gergen the waxer all laughed and drank at the local pub. The cold air wheezing outside, snowing heavily, just like home.
The Imperial female started to sharpen her sword with another sword, both silver, each making a sharp ear piercing sound. She had the Nord's attention. The Imperial woman was no older than thirty five, scars on her arms and shoulder suggested she had seen a fair share of fights. The woman had dark yellow hair, a heavy thick wolf's coat covering her body. Her necklace was silver, her boot handles were silver, her rings silver. Everything was silver, except her color of hair, skin and brown eyes.
"Animals...is what it is. No doubt of that. A dog, a canine, Wolf. Call it what you will, but it is an animal nonetheless. Hounds of Hircine, beasts of burden and chaos with ravenous hunger." She paused.
"Werewolves". She finally said.
The Nord adolescents bursted out laughing even louder. "Werewolves? looks to me like someone has been drinking a little too much mead. Werewolves don't exist. They are legends, fairy tales, myth used to scare idiots like Gergen" Ruma teased. Gergen scoffed and threw a piece of boar meat at her.
"Say, why dont you just leave, take the ill humored lies and gargabe right out the door" Gergen told the Imperial woman.
"What are you anyways? A hunter" he asked.
The Imperial woman with the thick armor and wolf covering chuckled. "Yes, I am"
"Then shouldn't you be hunting this animal of yours anyways?"
The Imperial woman started laughing. "That's why I have you fools. The creature gets to you, your're good as dead. Your parents come crying to me for help, I get the creature and the gold, then be on my merry way"
The Nord's frowned, while the Orc trio started to laugh and drink. The bar owner, getting ready to stop an upcoming brawl.
"You kids should be asleep by this hour, its a little too late to be walking and drnking out at night."
"Your sick!" shouted Sottilde. "You dont even care if something bad happens!"
"So know you think there is something out there?" the Imperial woman opened her eyes and mouth wide. "Mmm..as long as I get paid, it makes no difference to me" She chuckled. The group headed towards the door when the bar tender told them to leave before any destructive behavior was in verge of happening. Young kids were known to be brawlers and this was not Skyrim, the Imperials would be really upset.
"You nord's packing a stomach, hehe. You will make a pretty darn nice meal tonight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The group walked out, each frowning, complaining on how the night of their was ruined. Some where angry, some dissapointed, other frightened. Runa The Coquettish, Aumsi, Sottilde, Rangela, Holmar the deliquent, Radd-eye bringer and Gergen the waxer
All of them mute, no one speaking of the recent encounter with the strange annoying and ignorantly bold Imperial woman, they all headed to their homes in Bruma. Just half a mile away. Suddenly, a bone chilling howl was heard. The moons were full. Aumsi jumped a bit on the way back home, the group laughed. "Wolves are out tonight, but dont worry" Radd said, hugging Aumsi "They wont bite, hehe".
Rangela rolled her eyes and began to drink the beer she had, wobbling as she walked. They were all drunk.
That instant, a loud snarl filled the cold air. They all jumped, the men pulling out their weapons and axes. Looking around in fear. Out of the bush came something straight from a nightmare, a pitch black creature with glowing yellow eyes. Its fangs were huge, bloody with meat chunks around it, tattered cloth on it as well. Claws tightly tapping the snow and dirt. Its massive black fur coated with snow. The beast breathed and barked, air visible from its heavy breath. The group walked back slowly, Rangele was the first to shriek with fear. Ruma and the others ran towards the tavern. The Werewolf leaped in the air, tackling down Holmar, biting away at him savagely. Blood starting to pour out, his club was no match for the animal. Gergen rushed to his friend's aid, but the Werewolf slapped him with its sharp claws, cutting his chest and coat. Gergen fell upon the snow, injured. The Werewolf opened its mouth and crushed the Nord's head with a single bite. The Werewolf looked up, noticing its other prey making a run for it. The Werewolf ran after them, licking its blood soaked tongue.
Ruma was out of breath already. Gerger was dead, so was Holmar, and they were next!. Rangela tripped over a stone, her foot made a sickening crack, she fell face first into the snow. Ruma ran at her, but the beast pushed out of the thick bushed growling. In a blink of an eye, the animal was tearing Rangela, biting her back and clawing at her, tearing flesh and snapping bone from her arm and then leg. Her screams were heard from afar, hopefully someone would arrive soon. Ruma cried. "No!!". Aumsi pulled Ruma. "Hurry! Come on!. There is nothing we can do!" she sobbed. Sottilde was already near the tavern, Ruma and Aumsi was already catching up to her. The beast snarling, the screams fading away, it was all frightening as it happened so quickly.
The Werewolf galloped after its prey again, snarling louder, barking wildly, snow jumping from its hind paws and claws. The Werewolf leaped over Ruma, the snow falling over her golden hair, it fell upon Sottilde, crushing her with its massive weight. Aumsi used her spell, Ysmir's scales, to fight the beast. The animal snarled, eyes staring right into her. Aumsi threw another spell at it, the beast dodged it and rushed closer. Aumsi tried to fight it off, giving Ruma time to run. The Werewolf grabbed Aumsi by the throat, clenching it tightly with his mighty claws, sinking them in her throat. Aumsi started to choke and gargle, the Werewolf opened its mouth and bit her windpipe. Aumsi twitched, the Werewolf grabbed her and threw her straight at Ruma. Ruma fell to the ground, with a heavy thud, Ausmi's life faded away. The Werewolf stood on its hind legs, stepping over Aumsi's body. Ruma froze in place, frightened, not knowing what to do. The Werewolf got closer, growling sadistically. Ruma fell to the ground, crawlng backwards as an arrow flew past her head and into the large black beast. Piercing its shoulder, the creature bellowed in pain and pulled the steaming arrow out if its shoulder. Ruma looked back to see the strange Imperial woman shoot another arrow.
"Get behind me!" shouted the hunter.
Ruma ran behind her and continued running, not bothering to see how the fight would end.
The Black Werewolf charged in the air, its claws ready for the attack, it tackled the Imperial woman down, bending its head to take a chunk off her face. The Imperial huntress shoved a silver dagger into the creatures chest, the silver weapon burning, the Werewolf managed to take a bit off the grounded woman, but took no other attept, it ran way with the dagger in its chest.
The Imperial woman sighed, holding the large bleeding hole in her chest, she reached for her pocket and grabbed a cure disease potion she bought from the Mage's store. She drank it, killing the infection before it could spread any further.
Ruma sat in the tavern, scared to death..did any of her friends survive? Are all of them dead? Did the hunter kill the creature? Is it dead? Will the animal come after her if it didnt? All these thoughts raced across her mind. She was frightened.
The Imperial huntress got up, sighing. No point in killing the beast now, she would wait till a reward would arise, then she would claim it. If she killed the creature now, all rewards will be forfeit. The Werewolf cant hide for long, this is its territory, she knew this. Men rushed from the tavern to see what happened, The imperial woman pretended to appear as a injured woman, not a huntress at all.
Meanwhile, The Werewolf went back to its prey, grabbing the dead ones first, the two males and the single female. The other one was alive but the Werewolf would not risk going back to that silver plated woman. It started to munch on the remains of the male, eating his innerds and intestines first, then everything else. The greedy Werewolf proceeded to the next claimed prey, biting it with force. The Werewolf heard the men get closer, all of them with weapons and torches. The Werewolf grabbed the dead female and the dead nord male, running away and jumping over the waterfall, climbing it using its single hand, while holding the prey with its mouth. The Werewolf's persuers will loose track soon and soon, the Werewolf would be back to finish what she was hunting.