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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Indeed, it is my proudest moment as a hunter." Ahnasha responded.

Lorag let out a chuckle. "Yeah, I can confirm that's true. She talks about it constantly."

Ahnasha glared at the Orc, but quickly returned her attention to Fendros. "As I was saying, My final test to Hircine was to slay a minotaur lord which was living just to the east of Bravil. It was the first time Hircine had ever directed me to kill a specific creature, and given that it was one so strong, I knew my life was about to change. I gathered up everything I owned, which wasn't much, and left Leyawiin for the last time. I faked my death to keep my parents from searching for me, and so they would remember me with only fond memories, instead of ones of abandonment. As little as I cared for the life they wanted for me, they were still my parents, so I felt it only right to give them some closure. Anyway, the beast itself was not hard to track, but it was just as tough as you would think. I hit it with arrow after arrow, but it was not keen on going down. A single swing from the large stone club it was using would have been the end of me, but I remained evasive and kept it guessing. Fortunately, the beast did not have the mind to see through my illusions, and I found an opportunity to put an arrow through its throat. I cut off one of its horns as a trophy, then cut out its heart and offered it as a sacrifice to Hircine. Needless to say, he was satisfied and graced me with his presence, taking on the spectral form of the beast I had just slain. A powerful sight indeed. I was too overwhelmed to speak, but I did not need to. He congratulated me on my kill, then gave me my next task. Upon his word, I sought out Meesei, who had been informed of my coming by Hircine through a dream, as she explained it. She gifted me her beast blood, and I have been here ever since. There are things I still wish I would have said to him when I had the chance, but I suppose it was not necessary. I do not think our lord questions my devotion." She explained, all too eager to recount the tale she took such pride in.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I taught myself, though I have heard others describe me as a natural archer. I have been training with a bow since I was just a cub. My parents were merchants in the city of Leyawiin, a boring life if there ever was one. I took to the forests as often, and for as long, as I could. Hunting was my life; Every time I found myself in our home, I longed for the wilds, and as long as I kept bringing back pelts, my parents had no problem allowing me to do so. At first I was a hunter simply for myself, but it was only a matter of time before I found Hircine. Our lord gave me a purpose far beyond anything I could ever expect from being a merchant's daughter. I spent almost every waking moment honing my skills so that I might serve him better, until he eventually deemed me worthy to join Meesei's pack." Ahnasha explained.

The Khajiit waded over to Fendros and stood in front of him, looking him over. "I spent years training for the privilege to join the pack. Lorag fought for years in the Legion, and survived for a few more years as a lycan in the wilds. Janius survived an onslaught of giant spiders, but you...you are simply killed a single werewolf. Impressive, but it isn't truly too much of a feat. Not to mention your youth. There really must be something special about you for Hircine to take notice." Ahnasha observed. Her tone was not insulting or chiding, but rather genuinely curious. Indeed, it did not seem like Fendros had done too much to earn Hircine's favor, though a Daedric prince could see far deeper into a man's soul than mere mortals.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I do know that Leon is at work right now.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"The Fighter's guild is about as much of a threat to us as the Legion, which is to say a lot if we're not careful. Still, as long as you all are still following my lead, you'll have nothing to worry about from them." Meesei commented, floating on the surface of the water nearby while using her tail to push off on a rock beneath her to prevent herself from floating downstream. "A few weeks ago, we even had the...pleasure of having one of their members stop by our camp. We were set up a bit closer to the road than usual, and he must have thought it to be a traveler's camp. He sat by our fire for about an hour talking to us.. Although, I suspect he may have thought us to be bandits by some of the questions he was asking. Must have been an arrogant one if he thought he could handle a camp full of even lowly bandits; the quality of his equipment certainly didn't seem to suggest that he was exceptionally experienced. He never caught on to what we are though."

"Yeah, though that might not be true had Lorag kept hinting at it." Janius commented.

Lorag held his arms out wide and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, you can't blame me for that. The guy kept setting me up perfectly for those lines. There's no way I could just pass that up."

"They were a bit funny." Ahnasha added as she swam backwards in circles around Fendros.

"See? Even Catdog agrees with me." Lorag said with a laugh.

Ahnasha let out a long sigh, still maintaining her backstroke. "For some reason." She muttered.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There we go. I apologize for any errors or things that don't make sense, as it is 4 AM. Goodnight.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei was glad the others seemed keen on joining them in the water, as it was a good chance for them all to get to know one another. Relaxation and conversation were probably the easiest and best ways to help Fendros feel more accepted by the group, a fact the others were likely well-aware of. Just as he had promised before, Lorag had finished sharpening his blade to the degree one would expect from a fine Orc smith such as he. Fendros seemed impressed, though he wasted no time in snatching back the blade and pushing the Dunmer into the water, an act that was of course followed by a round of laughter. Each of the others undressed and waded out into the river, with Meesei getting in behind them.

Meesei listened to their conversation, though did not join initially. First, she did her best to wash away the dried blood from her scales. Unlike fresh blood, its scent was not exceptionally pleasant, and while knowing its scent could be useful for tracking, she didn't especially want to be covered in it any longer. Once she was satisfied that she had washed away at least the most stubborn blood stains, she decided to chime in. "I let Fendros take the lead in both the tracking and the kill. It took him forever to find it and he attacked the thing like a rabid dog, of course, but he was successful without my help. He just needs some training to realize that potential."

"Ha! Well we'll be gettin' plenty of that, wont we?" Lorag said with a laugh, wading over to Fendros and giving him a few hard pats on the back. I can train you in just about any weapon there is. Need to get some muscle on you first, though. I can't be training some scrawny kid." Lorag commented, looking Fendros over and squeezing one of his biceps. While the Dunmer was not really a small or weak individual, he certainly looked like it standing next to the overly-muscular Orc.

"Please, what good is all that force if you can't hit anything? I've seen his bow and sword; I'm sure you respect accuracy and agility far more than brute strength. I can teach you how to shoot an arrow wherever your heart desires, and to wield a blade like an extension of your own arm." Ahnasha interjected, swimming a bit closer to Fendros.

"Hmph, there's as much skill in strength as there is in any bow. Besides, you can't tell me you don't want to look like this." Lorag said confidently to Fendros, crossing his arms over his chest in a way to accentuate his muscles.

Ahnasha laughed. "And you say I have an ego..." She said before quickly casting a spell to conjure up a bound bow. With lightning fast speed, she nocked an arrow and aimed it at the apple tree overhanging the river just upstream about fifty feet away. She loosed the arrow, striking the a branch in just the right place to drop one of the apples into the river beneath it. She dispelled her bow as she waited for the apple to float downstream, then plucked it out of the water and tossed it to Fendros. "Here, have an appetizer." She waded over to Fendros and stood just opposite Lorag next to him. They both stood silent, seemingly waiting on Fendros' response for his opinion on the matter.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

You definitely seem to write Lorag well. He is very blunt and tends to joke around pretty much all the time. Ahnasha has a very polar personality, being very serious when it is time to work, while being more lighthearted during times like this.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sorry about the delay, got caught up in a conversation.

I think it might be a good time for Fendros to get to know some of the others a bit better. I find myself enjoying writing their banter, especially between Lorag and Ahnasha, though I admit I am hesitant to write for Janius and Runt.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It took a few hours for the pair to make their way back to camp, with Meesei being particularly attentive to their surroundings the entire time. The scent of fresh meat had the potential to draw scavengers or even predators, and while she had no doubt she could fight off anything that threatened them, she didn't particularly want to be ambushed. She did notice a few creatures tailing them while they were walking, but fortunately, they seemed to identify their scents as being lycans and kept their distance, eventually losing interest.

As they made their way back to camp, they were greeted by the rest of the pack, with Lorag and Janius making a special point to congratulate Fendros on his first successful hunt, though they quickly returned to what they were doing before. Between her transformation and the long walk, even Meesei was beginning to feel fatigued, though Fendros likely had it much worse. "Just set the sack down near the campfire; we will have plenty of time to deal with preserving it all. For now, I feel it is a good time to rest, perhaps go for a swim, if you would like to join?" Meesei asked. A few of the others also seemed to take interest in Meesei's plans, perhaps desiring to join in as well.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"We do have some writing supplies, but not much. You may make use of them, just be conservative. Like I said before, I understand your pain, so I would like to help you as much as I can. If you don't plan on telling the truth, just ask if you need help coming up with something convincing. Remember, you are family now, so do not hesitate to ask your fellow pack members for assistance with anything you need." Meesei responded, trying to be as supportive as possible. It was hard to tell how he would take it, but the sentiment was genuine. She remembered that Janius was rather suspicious at first, and it was possible that Fendros would be the same way. Those from Imperial cities often had trouble understanding how pack members could be so open with one another, and how they wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice their own well-being for their brothers and sisters. Even the most charitable in the cities seemed downright selfish by comparison.