By the time they reached the ogre, Fendros could hardly contain his excitement. He felt as if he wanted nothing more than to bite into the fat creature's neck and taste its life blood. Never mind what he had thought earlier about hunting trolls. This was a hunt, a fight. Fendros fidgeted with his ears horizontal and his teeth bared as he was kept back by Meesei, but bolted full speed ahead at the moment he heard the word 'kill'.
As Fendros burst out of the scrub, the young ogre immediately sat up and looked toward the unknown sound. The creature made a wild bellow that sounded like a threat but smelled of panic. The ogre tried to get up, but was knocked over by Fendros' leap and they both tumbled onto the ground near the rock. To Fendros' surprise, the ogre had managed to place its arm between Fendros' neck and himself, pushing Fendros back with enough strength that no matter how much snapping at the ogre's neck that the he did, he couldn't quite reach it. After a second, Fendros reeled back and snapped at the ogre's arm. Fendros tasted blood as his teeth sank in and the ogre let out a more pained bellow. It anger and pain, the ogre lifted Fendros off his body and knelt up, Blood! Flesh! Kill! Fendros was so enslaved to his beast form that he didn't see the ogre's great fist rushing towards his own neck. The punch landed, causing Fendros to let go of the ogre's arm and back away a couple of paces, coughing and growling. Prey ogre! Kill ogre! Fendros lunged again at the ogre's neck, but was knocked aside by the ogre's good fist. The ogre shouted again, with its bleeding arm tucked to its body and its other arm ready for more. No! I can't let the beast take over! Fendros let out a growl as he paced around the huffing injured ogre, he realised that his control had slipped, and he needed to heel the beast back from his mind a little. His whole mind was wracked with conflict as he attempted to control himself again. In the end, he only convinced himself to fight with more than just lunges to the throat as his instinct was dictating. Claws... Fendros feinted a lunge and saw the ogre twitch, in that instant of distraction he brought his right arm around in a sweeping rake of his claws across the body of the ogre. He felt the claws run right through the creature's flesh and its bellow was more panicked than ever. Fendros followed through with a sweep of his left arm, to similar effect. Rend! Tear! In hesitation and panic, the ogre could only shield its face from the claws and it turned to run. Once it turned his back to him, Fendros leaped at the ogre once more, this time with his claws forward. He pinned the ogre and tore at the back of its neck until its pained and fearful bellowing stopped.
Feast... Fendros suddenly backed away from the ogre's body as it continued to bleed. NO! Fendros put his head between his bloodied hands and tightly shut his eyes, he began pressing his head between his hands firmly and shaking around as if he were suffering a siezure. You will not take over me, beast! Fendros barked and thrashed more, Scent of flesh... NO! it got to the point where Fendros lost his footing and began writhing on the ground, battling with the beasts with his hands still pressing on his head.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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It was liberating to run and release energy in Fendros' werewolf form. He had started by trying to awkwardly run on his hind legs, but as he sped up he quickly found that he had to use his arms to support himself while he ran. His run turned into a gallop on all fours before he realised how natural it felt. Occasionally, Fendros ground to a halt and sniffed at the air when he smelled or heard game, but with the alpha continuing to run, he had no choice but to leave each scent behind and keep up with the pace that she set.
Soon, they stopped by a leaning tree and Meesei stopped to climb it. With Fendros looking up at her, she gave him a command to track the scent in the area. Fendros wasn't immediately aware of the scent, so he stood and sniffed at the air and at various places on the ground until amongst all the dung and the foliage, he detected a scent of unwashed flesh. Strong, bulky, humanoid, but not human, bigger. What exactly it was, Fendros wasn't sure, it didn't seem to matter to him. He began to run in the direction of the tracks, correcting himself whenever the scent faded. At one point, he had to backtrack for a substantial distance, but for some reason he didn't feel frustrated so much as enjoying the hunt. With each stop to smell the area, with the scent becoming stronger each time, Fendros' anticipation grew.
Soon, they stopped by a leaning tree and Meesei stopped to climb it. With Fendros looking up at her, she gave him a command to track the scent in the area. Fendros wasn't immediately aware of the scent, so he stood and sniffed at the air and at various places on the ground until amongst all the dung and the foliage, he detected a scent of unwashed flesh. Strong, bulky, humanoid, but not human, bigger. What exactly it was, Fendros wasn't sure, it didn't seem to matter to him. He began to run in the direction of the tracks, correcting himself whenever the scent faded. At one point, he had to backtrack for a substantial distance, but for some reason he didn't feel frustrated so much as enjoying the hunt. With each stop to smell the area, with the scent becoming stronger each time, Fendros' anticipation grew.
Fendros couldn't help but furrow his brow questioningly at the mention of hunting trolls for meat. He didn't even know that they were edible. Less of a surprise, but what Fendros quickly realised was to be expected, was when Meesei prepared to transform by stripping down completely and making no effort to cover herself. A nude Argonian just seemed strange to a Dunmer such as Fendros more than anything else, but it would be a waste to just tear clothing apart to transform he supposed.
Before Fendros could remind himself that Meesei was just a savage anyway, the next few moments released a form far more savage than anything he had ever seen before. Meesei didn't yell in pain like Fendros had done as she her body contorted and morphed into its werewolf form, testament to her experience. What shocked Fendros into staggering back a couple of steps was how she took a form much larger than the creature he had slain before. Meesei was an alpha in strength as well. Nothing was left in her visage that hinted of her Argonian form.
Fendros stood agape for several moments before the words that the alpha had uttered were processed in his mind. "Right... er..." Fendros looked around himself and found his pile of belongings, he walked up to it and slipped off the loincloth he had made, with his back to the alpha. Without facing her he closed his eyes and tried to breathe, listening in his mind for the beast that had taken over him two nights before. It didn't take long before he felt its anger and determination lingering in a corner of his mind. Just as Meesei had said, Fendros concentrated on the beasts, slowly inviting it out. It started off slow, but as if the creature pounced onto the rest of his mind, he was taken completely. Before he knew it, he was morphing back into his lycan form. He still felt pain as his body transformed, but he felt as if he was more prepared for it, knowing what to expect. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at his hands and found two large, grey, fur-covered hands in his regular hands' place, each finger with a long black claw grown from their ends.
Immediately, Fendros felt like running off, chasing something. He almost did, but he could feel the gaze of Meesei transfixing him in place. Meesei seemed to be serving as an anchor for Fendros' mind. He felt as if he has direct control this time, he felt as if he was keeping his beast somewhat pacified for now. Perhaps it was still tired. Fendros tried to speak, but the words only came out in wheezes and growls. After a little while, he learned how to move his new tongue and tried to articulate some words, "Now?..... Hunnd-...Hhhun.... Hunnt?"
Before Fendros could remind himself that Meesei was just a savage anyway, the next few moments released a form far more savage than anything he had ever seen before. Meesei didn't yell in pain like Fendros had done as she her body contorted and morphed into its werewolf form, testament to her experience. What shocked Fendros into staggering back a couple of steps was how she took a form much larger than the creature he had slain before. Meesei was an alpha in strength as well. Nothing was left in her visage that hinted of her Argonian form.
Fendros stood agape for several moments before the words that the alpha had uttered were processed in his mind. "Right... er..." Fendros looked around himself and found his pile of belongings, he walked up to it and slipped off the loincloth he had made, with his back to the alpha. Without facing her he closed his eyes and tried to breathe, listening in his mind for the beast that had taken over him two nights before. It didn't take long before he felt its anger and determination lingering in a corner of his mind. Just as Meesei had said, Fendros concentrated on the beasts, slowly inviting it out. It started off slow, but as if the creature pounced onto the rest of his mind, he was taken completely. Before he knew it, he was morphing back into his lycan form. He still felt pain as his body transformed, but he felt as if he was more prepared for it, knowing what to expect. When he opened his eyes, he looked down at his hands and found two large, grey, fur-covered hands in his regular hands' place, each finger with a long black claw grown from their ends.
Immediately, Fendros felt like running off, chasing something. He almost did, but he could feel the gaze of Meesei transfixing him in place. Meesei seemed to be serving as an anchor for Fendros' mind. He felt as if he has direct control this time, he felt as if he was keeping his beast somewhat pacified for now. Perhaps it was still tired. Fendros tried to speak, but the words only came out in wheezes and growls. After a little while, he learned how to move his new tongue and tried to articulate some words, "Now?..... Hunnd-...Hhhun.... Hunnt?"
"I have a couple of questions." Fendros said, wiping the juices of his breakfast from his lips, "Firstly, what are we hunting? And, how do I transform? The last time it was very much beyond my control. In fact, I didn't think I could have any control over the beast." Fendros didn't make much eye contact. If he were frank, then he would admit that he didn't like the idea of transforming again. The last time, it was simply looking through the eyes of a single-minded hunter, ripping and tearing away at whatever it found. It didn't make Fendros any calmer that it was a fact of life for him now. As long as I don't kill anyone... but how would I control that? Fendros thought, Does the beast know where Cheydinhal is? Where the vineyard is?
Fendros grumbled as he was shaken awake. He felt just as drowsy as yesterday, even though the sun was dawning behind the mountains. He rose slowly, figuring he would eventually wake up as soon as he walked around enough. Normally at this time at home, Fendros would sit down to whatever had been laid out for breakfast by his mother. They were a well-off family, but adverse to having servants in the house, partly because they wouldn't be Dunmer in cyrodiil, but mostly for the extra cost. This time, however, it was only meat over a campfire. Fendros already began to miss the bread, cheese and and other such things as he chewed on boar racks he had roasted. Without Lorag in the immediate area to stop him, Fendros did a good job of burning the meat, but it was a thick enough piece that at least some of it was edible.
"So, what happens today?" Fendros asked Meesei, the alpha eagerly making quick work of her breakfast.
"So, what happens today?" Fendros asked Meesei, the alpha eagerly making quick work of her breakfast.
Sorry about the lack of activity today, I've been sick. Tomorrow is Sunday for me, so I should be around. G'night!
Something to think about in the long term, then, Fendros noted to himself, looking out at the water again. He sat virtually in silence while he dried off, which didn't take too long with the weather the way it was. His own smell made him feel as if he would never be clean as long as he was a lycan, but that was just another thing to add to the list of things to get used to.
Once he felt that he was dry enough, Fendros made his way back to the encampment. The rest of the pack had dissipated from around the fire and were attending to their own activities. Watching them all, Fendros found himself at a loss as to what to do. He wasn't strong enough yet to spar or to shoot, like Janius and Ahnasha appeared to be practicing some routines for, he could hear the sound of metal being worked from wherever Lorag had set himself up, but Fendros doubted he would have anything to add, and Fedros couldn't even pretend to know what concoction Runt was mixing up.
Fendros' eyes found the equipment that he had retrieved earlier in the day, some of it was damaged, and much of it was dirty. He decided that he would spend the rest of the day cleaning and maintaining his equipment. In the end he repaired his belt and its accessories, making sure to use the same technique as he was taught making his loincloth to make sure that his belt wouldn't break again if he transformed. This time, he was more careful with the blade he used. Apart from occasionally asking his new packmates where certain resources were kept, there wasn't much interaction. Fendros suspected that they could tell that he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Once he was all done, it was past sunset, and everyone was preparing to retire for the night.
Once he felt that he was dry enough, Fendros made his way back to the encampment. The rest of the pack had dissipated from around the fire and were attending to their own activities. Watching them all, Fendros found himself at a loss as to what to do. He wasn't strong enough yet to spar or to shoot, like Janius and Ahnasha appeared to be practicing some routines for, he could hear the sound of metal being worked from wherever Lorag had set himself up, but Fendros doubted he would have anything to add, and Fedros couldn't even pretend to know what concoction Runt was mixing up.
Fendros' eyes found the equipment that he had retrieved earlier in the day, some of it was damaged, and much of it was dirty. He decided that he would spend the rest of the day cleaning and maintaining his equipment. In the end he repaired his belt and its accessories, making sure to use the same technique as he was taught making his loincloth to make sure that his belt wouldn't break again if he transformed. This time, he was more careful with the blade he used. Apart from occasionally asking his new packmates where certain resources were kept, there wasn't much interaction. Fendros suspected that they could tell that he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Once he was all done, it was past sunset, and everyone was preparing to retire for the night.
"I suppose that makes sense." Fendros said under his breath. I should have known that a Daedric Prince would only talk if you nudge their domain hard enough. Fendros thought, It's not like anyone in my family talked to Azura on a regular basis.
Fendros continued to sit in the sun, pondering. "Has anyone in the pack caught game that prompted Hircine to talk to them directly?" Fendros asked. He suspected that it would take more than some bear or stag to impress the patron of hunting as a whole.
Fendros continued to sit in the sun, pondering. "Has anyone in the pack caught game that prompted Hircine to talk to them directly?" Fendros asked. He suspected that it would take more than some bear or stag to impress the patron of hunting as a whole.
Night!
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