"I'm actually done for the semester, but...I don't know. Maybe. Some of our friends might have. If we can find that river tomorrow, we can be home by the end of the day. I don't know how things are going to go with us being...werewolves, but...I'm just glad you're safe. Let's...let's just get some rest." Sam said, closing his eyes and trying to empty his mind enough to get to sleep. His mind kept going back to Stevie and the excitement he felt from holding her so closely, but the sheer exhaustion he felt eventually pushed him to sleep.
Sam awoke the next morning with the sun shining into his eyes, its rays warming his body to a much more agreeable temperature than the previous night. His heart raced once he opened his eyes and saw Stevie beside him, but after a moment, he remembered the events that put them in that position. For a few moments, he wanted nothing more than to stay in that position forever, to continue holding her tightly in his grasp. Eventually, however, he relented and started to try and get his arm out from underneath her, an act that would certainly awaken her.
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"And thank you for your support. I don't think I could do this alone." Ahnasha responded, nodding to Fendros before retiring to her own bedroll, along with much of the rest of the camp. A short time later, Meesei finally returned from the river, carrying her jewelry and a few leather straps and pouches in her arms. Through great effort, she managed to wash the stubborn, foul-smelling substance off of her own scales. Anything she wore made of bone or leather could be cleaned as well, but it had soaked so deeply into anything made of fur that she was forced to discard it. She would begin work on crafting a new set of clothes after training the next day, but for the moment, she was just glad to be able to get some sleep.
Instead of the usual restless, nightmare-prone sleep, Meesei received a rare blessing in the night: orders from her lord Hircine himself. She could see herself in her wolf form, kneeling on the ground before him, his massive stature, intimidating spear, and impressive antlers giving her a sight that inspired awe within her. There were dozens of other lycans around her, all bowing before him awaiting what he had to say.
"Listen, and listen well, my hounds. A new threat has arisen; a new challenger to my realm. This challenger has already taken to targeting my hounds, but this predator will soon find himself as my prey. You all will be the participants in a great hunt the likes of which has never been seen before, but first I offer to you, my chosen hounds, this: a challenge of my own to determine who shall be my champion in this hunt. In the eastern reaches of Vvardenfell, there is an Orc who serves our new enemy. He is a master hunter in his own right, but he has killed more of my hounds than any of my enemy's servants, including my former champion. Kill this Orc, take the ring he bears, and claim for yourself the title of my champion."
It was early morning when Meesei awoke. The others were just starting to wake up and get themselves ready for the day. She still intended to proceed with training for the day, but their path had now been irreversibly altered.
The next month was a rather strenuous one. After explaining to the others what Hircine intended for them, they set out for Morrowind. The pack became focused almost entirely on two things: traveling, and training Fendros. With a new threat looming over the horizon, he would need to be ready much sooner than Meesei had anticipated. Luckily, he was a fast learner and was making definite progress. Each pack member had something to teach him, from combat tactics, to meditative techniques designed to help control his beast. It would take time, but he was definitely on his way.
Travelling by foot was a long and arduous process, but the group eventually made it to Morrowind and took a boat to a small fishing village on the western shores of Vvardenfell. It took time to hunt enough creatures to trade for gold to buy passage, as well as more "civilized" clothing to help blend in, but they were well on their way to their destination. Once they were far enough away from the settlement, they took shelter in a cave for the night to protect them from the ashstorms that were all too common on the island. They packed away the clothing they had purchased as well in favor of their normal clothes, as they would need to keep them undamaged in case they needed to go to a settlement again.
As Lorag and Janius were setting up the fire deeper in the cave, Meesei and Ahnasha were standing by the cave's exit, observing the ashstorm that raged just outside.
"We should probably dedicate some time tomorrow to finding local creatures to hunt to make cloaks for ourselves. These storms can pop up at any time, and we are going to need them for protection." Ahnasha suggested.
"Agreed. We need to keep up our pace as much as possible, but we do not need to take any extra risks, especially you." Meesei responded.
Ahnasha nodded. So far, she had shown no visible signs of pregnancy, but it would not be long before the symptoms, such as nausea and fatigue, began to set in. She would need to be prepared to deal with that, even in this harsh climate.
Instead of the usual restless, nightmare-prone sleep, Meesei received a rare blessing in the night: orders from her lord Hircine himself. She could see herself in her wolf form, kneeling on the ground before him, his massive stature, intimidating spear, and impressive antlers giving her a sight that inspired awe within her. There were dozens of other lycans around her, all bowing before him awaiting what he had to say.
"Listen, and listen well, my hounds. A new threat has arisen; a new challenger to my realm. This challenger has already taken to targeting my hounds, but this predator will soon find himself as my prey. You all will be the participants in a great hunt the likes of which has never been seen before, but first I offer to you, my chosen hounds, this: a challenge of my own to determine who shall be my champion in this hunt. In the eastern reaches of Vvardenfell, there is an Orc who serves our new enemy. He is a master hunter in his own right, but he has killed more of my hounds than any of my enemy's servants, including my former champion. Kill this Orc, take the ring he bears, and claim for yourself the title of my champion."
It was early morning when Meesei awoke. The others were just starting to wake up and get themselves ready for the day. She still intended to proceed with training for the day, but their path had now been irreversibly altered.
The next month was a rather strenuous one. After explaining to the others what Hircine intended for them, they set out for Morrowind. The pack became focused almost entirely on two things: traveling, and training Fendros. With a new threat looming over the horizon, he would need to be ready much sooner than Meesei had anticipated. Luckily, he was a fast learner and was making definite progress. Each pack member had something to teach him, from combat tactics, to meditative techniques designed to help control his beast. It would take time, but he was definitely on his way.
Travelling by foot was a long and arduous process, but the group eventually made it to Morrowind and took a boat to a small fishing village on the western shores of Vvardenfell. It took time to hunt enough creatures to trade for gold to buy passage, as well as more "civilized" clothing to help blend in, but they were well on their way to their destination. Once they were far enough away from the settlement, they took shelter in a cave for the night to protect them from the ashstorms that were all too common on the island. They packed away the clothing they had purchased as well in favor of their normal clothes, as they would need to keep them undamaged in case they needed to go to a settlement again.
As Lorag and Janius were setting up the fire deeper in the cave, Meesei and Ahnasha were standing by the cave's exit, observing the ashstorm that raged just outside.
"We should probably dedicate some time tomorrow to finding local creatures to hunt to make cloaks for ourselves. These storms can pop up at any time, and we are going to need them for protection." Ahnasha suggested.
"Agreed. We need to keep up our pace as much as possible, but we do not need to take any extra risks, especially you." Meesei responded.
Ahnasha nodded. So far, she had shown no visible signs of pregnancy, but it would not be long before the symptoms, such as nausea and fatigue, began to set in. She would need to be prepared to deal with that, even in this harsh climate.
Sam could feel his heart rate increasing as he looked over Stevie, but there were few options remaining. She was smaller than himself, and would certainly be experiencing the cold that much more harshly. "O-Okay." He said finally as he crawled over to her. He hesitantly put his arms around her, then laid down on the ground beside her, holding her tightly in an attempt to conserve warmth. Despite the general awkwardness of the situation, it was a definite improvement. It was not an instant cure for the problem, as he still felt cold, but it was at least more bearable now. Of course, there was another part of his mind that was glad to be holding her for an entirely different reason, but he did his best to ignore it.
Sam was silent for a few long moments, not really knowing what to say that wouldn't make the situation more awkward. "Are you...alright?" He asked again, at least wanting to know if she felt warm enough for the moment.
Sam was silent for a few long moments, not really knowing what to say that wouldn't make the situation more awkward. "Are you...alright?" He asked again, at least wanting to know if she felt warm enough for the moment.
Sam looked around, continuing to try and weigh his options. Before today, he had never seriously feared for his life before, but now he was faced with the prospect of freezing to death in the middle of the night, a situation he was certainly unprepared for. "I don't know where anything like that would be. There aren't many things out here with which to keep warm. I mean, we have each other, but...well, with our, uh, current state of dress, that would be, uh, well..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and practically sweating with embarrassment. On the bring side, his embarrassment definitely helped him feel warmer, at least.
"There's...also that boar over there. I've heard you can...cover yourself in a dead animals...entrails to keep warm, but..." He began, almost gagging at the thought of it. They really did not have many good options, and certainly no comfortable ones.
"There's...also that boar over there. I've heard you can...cover yourself in a dead animals...entrails to keep warm, but..." He began, almost gagging at the thought of it. They really did not have many good options, and certainly no comfortable ones.
"I...don't know. I don't know how to make a fire or anything, and I think I remember ripping out of my clothes when I transformed, so there wouldn't be much to find even if I knew which direction to go." Sam said, drawing his knees in close to himself and rubbing his hands over his arms to try and keep himself warm. "I have no idea how to get back to the car, and if we go off in a random direction, we could end up going deeper into the forest. I don't know what to do to get back to the...or wait, actually I think I have an idea. There is a river that cuts through the forest. Provided we didn't run too far and cross it, it should be to the west. I've been to that river before, so if we follow it long enough, we should be able to get to somewhere I recognize, and I can get us back to the car. I just...I don't know which way west is. I'll know once the sun rises, but who knows how long that will be. Ah, I wish it wasn't so cold."
I'll get to work on it. It might take a bit to write it all.
There is something I would like to do with Meesei in the night, something to put us on our first real task, so we can write a bit of training first, and timeskip after the day's conclusion.
Edit: read this before your post. I suppose I can post everyone going to sleep in the next one, then do that thing, and give a summary of events over a few weeks.
Edit: read this before your post. I suppose I can post everyone going to sleep in the next one, then do that thing, and give a summary of events over a few weeks.
"I think...I think you were right." Sam responded, propping himself up against a nearby tree and looking around. It was dark, though somehow, he could see just fine, but he was exhausted and still shivering from the cold. "I remember such incredible pain as I transformed, then everything goes a bit fuzzy. I remember we were hunting together, then we killed something, and somehow we ended up here. I...don't know where we are. I don't see any landmarks, and my memory is too foggy to remember how we got here. I honestly have no idea how to get back."
As he began to calm down, he became much more aware of Stevie's current state of dress, as well as his own. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the situation, though the cold may have also played a role in that. He tried to keep himself from staring, but he couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Thankfully, the dire nature of the situation helped to distract him. "I think I'm fine, though. I'm still covered in dried blood, but I don't think I'm hurt. What about you?"
As he began to calm down, he became much more aware of Stevie's current state of dress, as well as his own. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the situation, though the cold may have also played a role in that. He tried to keep himself from staring, but he couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Thankfully, the dire nature of the situation helped to distract him. "I think I'm fine, though. I'm still covered in dried blood, but I don't think I'm hurt. What about you?"
How long do you think it will be before you get it again?
"Surprised, confused, uncertain...probably the same as you, if I had to guess. There is a lot about this I am not looking forward to, but...maybe Janius is right. Maybe it will be a good thing in the end. I've always heard parenting is supposed to be a rather fulfilling experience. I truly do hope that is correct, for both our sakes." Ahnasha commented, her mind wandering through all the things she could expect from the coming months. After a few moments, she stood up, looked down to Fendros, and conjured her bound bow in her hand.
"Come on, we'll have plenty of time to figure this out. For now, let's focus on the things we can change, namely your aim. Grab your bow and show me what you can do." She ordered, her tone becoming firm and serious. Most of the time, Ahnasha had no issue being lighthearted and joking around, but when it came time for work, she quickly became dead serious and professional.
"Come on, we'll have plenty of time to figure this out. For now, let's focus on the things we can change, namely your aim. Grab your bow and show me what you can do." She ordered, her tone becoming firm and serious. Most of the time, Ahnasha had no issue being lighthearted and joking around, but when it came time for work, she quickly became dead serious and professional.
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