All the movement served to quicken the poison into Sabine's head and limbs. As early as she saw Okun's attempt to grab her ankles, she couldn't quite dodge back before he got a firm grip. As helpless and desperate as Okun-Jei was in his position, Sabine had promised not to hit him while he was down, so she refrained from trying anything but pulling her foot free. Not only was she unsuccessful in this, but Okun managed to pull with enough force that Sabine's feet both lost traction in the mud. Her back found the ground in a similar splat of mud to Okun's fall.

Being in no position to get up unless Okun let go, Sabine tried to kick at him with her free foot to get him off.

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Another flash of lightning brightened the landscape and Janius sighed and nodded. Their families did seem to live very similarly. It made it ironic that their paths had to diverge.

Janius held Kaleeth slightly closer and looked down, thinking on how to articulate an answer to Kaleeth's next question. She seemed so small when he was in this form, but she still had her charm in Janius' eyes. He wished things could be different. "There is much more to the world than hunting, Kaleeth. Becoming a werewolf means you give up on so much. You cannot live with other civilizations, whether it be an Argonian village, an Imperial city, or even an Orcish stronghold. The only reason we are welcome in your village is because our condition is secret, and they never last for long." Janius looked at Kaleeth with lament in his eyes, "I often did not like my birth family. It took me a long time to realise that I liked the pack more, but it took me even longer to realise how much I missed my mother and father. Because of this condition, I can never see them again. They would not accept me and my way of life. They think I am dead."

Janius closed his eyes and shook his head, this was all Kaleeth knew already. She needed to know other, more immediately impactful things, "There is, of course, another detail that might affect you more than it did myself. If you are a werewolf, your soul is bound to Hircine, the daedric prince of the hunt. When a werewolf dies, its soul, bound with its beast spirit, goes to Hircine's eternal hunting grounds. There, you hunt or are hunted for all eternity alongside Hircine's pack, if you are found worthy. Paradise to some, but a sacrifice." Janius opened his eyes, "For me, Arkay will not carry my soul into a new life, but for you, when you die... you will never hear the Hist again."