As you drink Aela's steaming lycanthropic blood, you feel your heart thundering and pounding in your ears, drowning out all noise, from the wind whistling through the Underforge, to the Aela's wolfish panting. The warm liquid burns down your throat, hot & thick. As you drink from your hand you recall that day in the wilds below the Throat Of The World, when the power of Hircine's Ring took hold of your body and mind. You remember the power, the speed, the ferocity. But most of all, you remember the predatory feeling of being the most feared beast to run the wilds of Skyrim.
All this happens in the blink of an eye. Your insides constrict when the blood hits your belly, causing you to burn up with fever. You strip off your armor, feeling constricted by the metal. You throw away your sword and shield, knowing that they would be of no use for what is to come. Then, suddenly, you begin to change. Your muscles twist, your bones crack and shift beneath your skin. Your flesh greys and darkens as thick, black fur sprouts from your body. Your jaws begin to elongate as your ears move towards the top of your head and lengthen. Your arms & legs also gain extension, along with claws as sharp as the sword you wielded as a human.
As you regain control of your body, you notice the power in each limb, the scents you couldn't identify with your weak human nose, or the things your wolf eyes can now make out in the now not-so-dim cavern. You lift your head and howl to the moons, for now hidden by thick stone, the animalistic sound echoing throughout the cavern and down into the streets of Whiterun as you begin your first hunt... as a werewolf.
*Ahem* Just a lil short story for anyone and everyone to enjoy. Any critiques would be appreciated.
All this happens in the blink of an eye. Your insides constrict when the blood hits your belly, causing you to burn up with fever. You strip off your armor, feeling constricted by the metal. You throw away your sword and shield, knowing that they would be of no use for what is to come. Then, suddenly, you begin to change. Your muscles twist, your bones crack and shift beneath your skin. Your flesh greys and darkens as thick, black fur sprouts from your body. Your jaws begin to elongate as your ears move towards the top of your head and lengthen. Your arms & legs also gain extension, along with claws as sharp as the sword you wielded as a human.
As you regain control of your body, you notice the power in each limb, the scents you couldn't identify with your weak human nose, or the things your wolf eyes can now make out in the now not-so-dim cavern. You lift your head and howl to the moons, for now hidden by thick stone, the animalistic sound echoing throughout the cavern and down into the streets of Whiterun as you begin your first hunt... as a werewolf.
*Ahem* Just a lil short story for anyone and everyone to enjoy. Any critiques would be appreciated.
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